Hestia wasn't sure if anonymity was a fair price to pay for being here, but again, most people didn't experience every day what she did between the Order and St. Mungo's. "That's good then, that at least you can find a bit of peace from the press and the fame here. Everybody deserves that."
"You're not playing quidditch here, are you?" Hestia asked. If he were, certainly his name would have been plastered across the Prophet, and Hestia knew that she wouldn't have missed that.
"It's stressful, but rewarding. I like knowing that maybe I'm making a difference to somebody," Hestia said with a shrug. There was no statement truer than that one in her life right now. "Whether I'm good at my job, you'd have to ask my patients."