Hestia Jones can charm the pants off of you. (hastyhestia) wrote in wished,
Hestia's lips pursed. A long, lengthy letter to the Order would be made most hastily upon her return home. She shook her arm free of Mrs. Edgecombe's grasp before doing her best to push the woman back down. Where had she been this whole time? Why had she been left but her daughter had been murdered so ruthlessly?
Hestia picked her wand out from her pocket, her eyes scanning the woman's form. The little ticks and injuries made the woman's ailments fairly obvious. Hestia had seen enough to know what was wrong with her. But fixing it wouldn't be easy, and she wasn't sure it was even possible.
"Mrs. Edgecombe," Hestia started before realizing that the young woman was still in the room. She turned back, "Miss - I'm sorry what was your name?"