Before Hestia could respond, a small tapping came at the window. She gave Tonks a faint look of curiousity before heading over and pushing the latch. A cold rush of air blew at Hestia's face as an owl darted at her face. A letter dropped at her nose and rushed out without even bothering to wait for a reply.
She was surprised to see her own name scribbled on the front.
"First of all, you're not mental," Hestia said, as she ripped open the envelope. It was handwriting she didn't quite recognize. "You're just going a bit at the moment, it'll pass. Everything happens for a reason."
She could groan at how after-school special sounded, really. But she knew she had to stay optimistic for Tonks. She was going to beat her over the head with it if she had to-
"Oh. Bloody hell," Hestia muttered, her eyes finally scanning over the note. "I think I've got to go."