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wiped (ex_alluringl235) wrote in anon_rpg,

Of course he would, of course, the bad guys that didn't talk back; the ones that he could take down with a few fatal swipes. The nod wasn't convincing but it was easy enough for her to push aside. Most people looked down on her for being frail or too young to really excel in her department; she denied this forever and pushed harder to make sure that they knew about Hestia Jones and her confundus charms.

Though she could have responded, Hestia just gave him a soft sound of approval from the back of her throat and followed him to his office, her blue eyes scanning the door before agreeing to enter it. It was nice, especially in comparison to a lot of the ones she had seen on the lower levels. Hestia wanted to run her fingers across the back of his chair and sit in it but she instead stood there, watching him with an amused grin on her face. Yes, she would heal his wounds; she would do just about anything he asked, if he did it nice enough.

As she took out her wand and started to take away the blood caked into his shirt, she wondered where it went after her wand made it vanish. "Heal my wounds," she whispered before kissing him gently, her soft hands reaching to his tender flesh.

After a minute she backed away and focused on his shoulder again, wand drawn. "So, what house were you? Do you read? How.. How did I not see you before?