Who: Hestia Jones and Charlie Weasley When: Monday Night Where: Their flat What: Catching up and drinking beer. Rating: TBD
I made my slow way home Limping on broken bones Out of the thickest pine Across the county lines On to your wooden stairs I know you can repair I know you've seen the light
Hestia had gone to the shop after she woke up. Of course, she hadn't woken up till the afternoon. Coming back to the flat, Hestia was carrying several bags filled with ale, soda bread and cigarettes. It was odd, not being Michelle any longer. And after being gone for a year, no one seemed to recognize her in the neighbourhood.
Climbing back up the stairs, Hestia let herself into the flat and walked into the kitchen. "Charlie, you around? I've got beer." A quick spell and two bottles were floating out towards the living room. Hestia followed behind with a fresh pack of cigarettes, pulling one out to smoke. "Come drink with me, yeah?" Hopefully he was home. They had a lot to talk about.