Hes was in bed. She was annoyed, n, furious with Tonks and trying to figure out if Charlie had any idea she was talking about him or not. When he banged on the door, she jumped and tossed her journal halfway across her room. "Christ," she mumbled and got out of the bed to walk to the front door. She hadn't even made it out of her bedroom before she heard him announce he was already inside.
Storming down the small hallway and into her kitchen, Hestia glared at him. "Stop breaking into my damn house," she said. Why in the hell was he here? Hestia wasn't going to have this conversation face to face. She was having enough trouble getting it out through a journal. It dawned on her that she was wearing an old tee shirt and shorts. She hadn't been expecting company. "What are you doing here?"