Hestia Jones can charm the pants off of you. (hastyhestia) wrote in wished,
Between the light of the inside and the sudden warmth that hit her, Hestia felt as if she was moving into a different world. She blinked slightly as her eyes adjusted to the difference in light and she managed to move as quickly as Fleur was directing her. A snake.
They were attacked by a snake. Who the 'they' might be was still a question that had remained to be answered. That was until she caught sight of a wild mop of red hair and a slightly beaten man she recognized as a Quidditch player. Incredibly curious.
And more than incredibly frightening.
"Big. Green," she was repeatng the words as her mind took them in. She couldn't place the animal off the top of her head, but she knew she would look into it later. "You bloody Weasley men and getting attacked by snakes. Think you ought to start staying away from them."
She took sight of Fred and shook her head before she shook off her cloak and slipped her wand from the inside of the sleeve of her sweater.
"We need to clean the wound first, and if one of you-" she motioned toward Fleur and Roger, not caring who, "could start heating up a cualdron, that would be brilliant."