Hestia Jones (rosycheeks) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-07-08 22:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !! npc, - 1980/07 july, hestia jones |
Who: Hestia Jones and npc!family
What: Worrying
When: Wednesday, 8 July, 1980
Where: Ministry; Jones manor
Rating: PG
Status: Narrative
It had been a long day at the Ministry for Hestia, very little of which had actually been spent in the building. The imbecilic amateurs that made her job a necessity were out in full force. She'd had barely an hour in the morning to catch up on paperwork from her previous cases before some bit of accidental magic called her out. They were only occasional in the morning; their best cases usually came after lunch.
Hestia had lunch with her father in the Ministry cafeteria. It wasn't often that their lunch schedules coincided, with her working most hours in the field. Michael Jones seemed in an especially good mood, which was doubly infectious for his daughter. They laughed and ate until she had to leave for another case. She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, and he kissed her forehead before she flitted away to save yet another idiot from himself.
The day passed much like any other, coming and going with paperwork to fill the time in between. Finally, it was time to leave for home, and Hestia traveled down three levels to stop by her father's office. Mother liked it when they came home together. Of course, circumstance didn't always allow that. Michael was nowhere to be seen, and Hestia decided that he was probably visiting another floor for some business or other. He would be home as soon as he was finished.
Mother didn't question her father's tardiness. It was a simple fact that he stayed late at work sometimes. They sat down to dinner and set some aside when Michael still wasn't home by the end of the meal. Hestia wasn't entirely in the mood to bother with her journal tonight. There wasn't much good news to be found in its pages of late, so she stepped into the library.
The collection of fairy tales captured her attention for the better part of an hour. She paused, realizing how very quiet it was. Mother was likely upstairs, reading a book of her own, or knitting, or some such. Hestia sighed and continued reading. She finished three stories (each of a fairly decent length) before she noticed how very dark it was outside. A look at the clock told her that Father should have been home by now. It wasn't like him to stay so late and not send word.
Hestia took the book of fairy tales upstairs to her room. She wanted something to distract her, to keep her from thinking only of her father's absence. Pulling out her quill and ink, she opened her journal. Surely someone else from the Ministry had seen him. It wasn't as though she could simply go back to the Ministry and find him. He could be anywhere.
The message she wrote was brief, and she charmed her journal to whistle as soon as there was a reply. She opened the book again and tried to focus on the words on the page instead of the worry in her mind.