“I’m sure she’d appreciate the description as well.” Hestia said, rolling her eyes at Rabastan, leaning back in her chair. She took a large swig of her beer as she thought about his question. There was no real reason why she felt the need to pester him. He’d startled half the bar with his outrage, and generally looked miserable. Despite her thoughts on Death Eaters, she’d seen his change, she’d noted how he hadn’t really done anything that would make him a threat. And honestly? No one deserved to be as miserable as he was.
So, she shrugged at him. “Call it boredom,” She said slowly, “Besides, it’s better than you running around hexing someone cause they looked at you funny.”