Who: Hestia Jones & Bill Weasley Where: Bill's Home When: Sunday, April 15th - Very Late What: Hestia is drunk. Status: COMPLETE
Hestia had far too much to drink. Far, far too much. She was really quite drunk and incapable of caring about if she was being smart or not. Hestia had sent Mercy to her mother's house, bound and determined to set things right between her and her best friend. Though, Hestia was quickly realizing that it wasn't easy to navigate when she was several sheets to the wind.
By the time she arrived at Bill's door, Hestia had lost track of what time it was. She lifted her hand and pounded on the door. "William Fucking Weasley. Open up. OPEN UP THIS INSTANT."
How dare he? How dare he ask her out like it didn't mean anything? Like it wasn't the most important moment of her life? Did he think she was just another witch? Didn't he know she was hopelessly and utterly in love with him? Well. He was going to find out.