Hestia Jones can charm the pants off of you. (hastyhestia) wrote in wished,
Hestia spoke a short incantation and leather restraints bound Mrs. Edgecombe tightly. She couldn't help the woman if she was going to be thrasingly around madly, though the sight of the woman crying and bound was enough to cause Hestia to avert her eyes away. "Your daughter, I'm sorry, she's-"
The woman's eyes buldged. "No- no."
Hestia swallowed, her hand gripping the woman's before she even realized it was happening. "Her body was found recently. I'm so terribly sorry."
Mrs. Edgecomb began to cry more profusely now. The sobs were racking her body in a way that made Hestia feel so much more uncomfortable than she felt before. This was not what she expected her night to become.
"But, Mrs. Edgecomb," Hestia chewed slightly on her bottom lip. With a flick of her wand, a chair zoomed from across the room and Hestia took a seat. "I need to ask you some questions. I'm only here to help you. There are people who want to help, to figure to who did this to you and your daughter. Can you do that?"