Who: Fabian Prewett & Hestia Jones What: A welcoming party, of sorts? Where: Botanical Gardens to start When: Sunday Evening
This couldn't be Fabian's luck. Of all the alternate realities, in all the different planes of existants that Hestia Jones could have picked to drop into, it had to be this one.
But that's not where this story begins. It begins a week and a half back, he had paired up with Hestia Jones on a recon job of an old , possible Death Eater's household. Gideon was busy keeping the guards busy on the other side of the property and for the first time, he actually feared his partner's safety. she was a bit of a thing, and more self-protective than Gideon and where he was used to someone dodging right, she dodged left. When he told her to run, she had instead jumped - ending up with a knocked head and scorched robes. After the debriefing he had offered to escort her home - or even his place, since he knew he still had some cream for just that sort of thing in his pantry. Really - it had been that platonic of an intent.
Then the morning came, and he was apologizing. She had started it, but he hadn't said no and she was far too young for him. Hell, his last girl had been two years his senior, and she was very much on the other end of that spectrum. They hadn't talked since, which sucked - she was one of the few people who still beat him in chess.
And now she was here, and she thought it was '96, which meant that he'd been dead for fifteen years. He only hoped, only prayed that he had talked to her before now, and it wouldn't be as awkward as it could be. ...Right? Right.
Not knowing where the Botanical Gardens where, Fabian got lost three times before spotting a distance not a half click away from 'his' own bench. With a wipe to his not-really bleeding nose he called out her name and took an extra step towards the back of what the assumed had to be her head.