♥ harper jones is running hot ♥ (prodigalzest) wrote in withgoodintent, @ 2010-07-30 14:30:00 |
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Sleep never came for Hestia Thursday night. She had laid, stark still, on her sofa until she saw the sun coming up. The journal that she had scrawled in the night before was lying sprawled open over her inkwell. The apartment itself was in worse condition that it normally was -- when she had arrived home, she had found great release in throwing books and glasses across the room. Crayola had taken refuge beneath her bed and had yet to show himself. The previous night she had felt herself ping pong from one extreme to the next; first came the rage, the blinding rage that led to the smashing of several of her dishes. Second came the sorrow that filled her completely, causing her to tremble and shake with her sobs. And then came the quiet, the absolute numb that filled her. This was the feeling that scared her the most, because it wasn't much of a feeling of anything. She calmly rose from her ratty sofa and began to clean her home. With a flick of her wand she repaired the numerous dishes that she had shattered, and then she walked around her living room to gather the books she had thrown. When she retrieved her journal, she saw that Rose had seen her entry (well, that's what happens when you hex things through tears) and was offering to come. Feeling embarrassed at the state of her apartment, Hestia did not want Rose to come here and see just how badly off she had been the night before. Plus, she suddenly felt that her entire apartment needed to be scrubbed from ceiling to floor. So, Hestia had agreed to meet with Rose in Hogsmeade. She wanted to stay out in the village for a couple of reasons. One, she did not want Madame Winethrop to see her like this, and two, she desperately needed fresh air. She went to the loo and scrubbed her face with warm water. Her head ached with screams and the tears that she had expelled last night. She methodically pulled out her toothbrush and toothpaste and set to brushing her teeth; she wanted nothing more than to rid herself of the bad taste that was left in her mouth. When she was finished, she pulled her hair into a low ponytail (something that she very rarely did) and applied just a bit of makeup to cover the dark circles under her eyes. After dressing herself in jeans, trainers that were too old to even exist anymore, and a navy t-shirt, Hestia looked around for Crayola. He was now sitting atop her bed, peering curiously over the rails. "Hey, love." She walked over and began scratching him behind the ears. Her voice was a bit hoarse from her screaming the night before. "Sorry about last night, babycakes. Would you like to go see Rose with me? I'll buy you some treats." Crayola probably had no idea what she was saying, but he looked up at her with sympathetic eyes and purred contently as she patted him. "Then let's go." She pulled him into her arms, and Apparated to Hogsmeade. Standing just outside of the Three Broomsticks, Hestia knocked quietly. It wouldn't have been enough of a knock to catch the attention of Madame Winethrop, but Rose knew she was on her way and Rose would have been paying attention for it. Besides it was the two knocks, three pattern that she and Rose had come up with when they were younger and would meet in the dead of night after curfew. |