hestia jones (ohhestia) wrote in begging_history, @ 2009-09-05 14:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | . player - alyssa, . player - trisha, `thread - duo |
FORGET WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY --- *
Who: Hestia Jones & Sirius Black.
Where: The Hogwarts Express.
When: September 1st, 1971.
Summary: Hestia and Sirius meet.
Rating & Warnings: G, maybe PG at the most.
Type: Thread.
Completion: In Progress.
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Saying goodbye to her parents just before she boarded the train for her first year at Hogwarts was probably one of the hardest things Hestia had ever had to do. She adored her parents and was extremely close with both of them; she was much closer with them than the scattered friends she'd made throughout primary school. Going to an entirely new school with new people scared the living daylights out of her. But, of course, she wasn't going to say anything about that, because her parents were so excited that she was a real live witch. They were both muggles, and the idea of having a witch for a daughter was something completely different for them - they hadn't believed it at first, sure, but were so excited by the idea by the end of the summer. But Hestia had never been good at making friends, and leaving her home for some boarding school she'd never seen didn't exactly appeal to her at the time. She wasn't even getting a little excited while her parents dragged her through Diagon Alley to get all her wizarding things for Hogwarts. If anything, she was sulking, letting her parents do everything for her - which was quite unlike Hestia, honestly.
However, once she got home with her large stack of books required for Hogwarts (along with about five or six extras that she plucked off bookstore shelves in Diagon Alley), her mood turned around a bit. She'd read through all of her required reading and most of the extras she'd bought by the morning she was set to board the Hogwarts Express. She was a wreck most of the morning, too nervous to eat and fretting over every little thing after she'd finally managed to keep a piece of toast down. She must've packed and re-packed her trunk a dozen times before her father finally gently told her that no, there was not in fact anything that she was missing, and that she had indeed remembered to pack all she needed. Her parents had given her a small, snow white kitten she named Blossom, and the pair instantly took to each other. She opted to carry Blossom all the way to Platom 9 3/4 before finally securing her away in the crate they'd gotten, taking as long as she could to near the train because getting on the train meant hundreds of new faces. She didn't like the idea of that too much. She clung to her parents, crying, before they ushered her onto the train with bright smiles, and she quickly realized that crying would do her no good. She also realized rather quickly that students on this train weren't exactly the nicest; not when everyone was scrambling for an open compartment. Hestia hung near one of the doors onto the train, trying to wait it out, so she could stash her trunk in some corner and just sit with Blossom on the floor and read. However, her plan was cut off when a sudden rush of older students came from behind.
"Oh!" she cried quietly as a rather burly boy who looked to be around thirteen or fourteen years old turned around quickly and bumped into her. Because she was so petite, the force of it knocked her over, tossing both her and the books she was carrying to the floor. She stayed sprawled on the ground for a few seconds, but quickly scrambled up to her knees to start trying to gather her books. However, no one paid much heed to her, and she only had one book up off the ground within the next few minutes because people didn't seem to realize that they were stepping all over her books. Her tiny fingers had been stepped on a few times already, and at this point she was not entirely anxious to start grabbing at her books again. She took a moment to make sure none of her fingers had been hurt too badly (naturally, they hadn't, since it wasn't as though people stomped on them or anything else particularly damaging) before deciding to once again start grabbing for her books. She had two books in her arms by the time the train started moving, and while she thought this would mean a decrease in the amount of students wandering the halls of the train, it almost seemed to be the opposite. She sighed heavily, continuing to lean forward and snatch at her books before leaning backwards to keep her fingers out of the way of obnoxious feet. It was hopeless, truly. She would occasionally check and make sure that Blossom was still safe and secure in the crate she was in - she was fine, because apparently, people didn't bother stepping on her but they took great pains to steer clear of the mewing kitten.
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The Optional:
Outfit: coming.
Author's Notes: bleh. it's alright.