rp thread: oliver & hestia WHO: Oliver Wood & Hestia Jones (open to Charlie if he wants to pop in and give his favourite brunette some love!) WHEN: 13 November, late evening WHERE: Chez Oliver and Charlie RATING: Medium? WARNINGS: Language and angst, most like SUMMARY: Hestia has been assigned to learn more about Katie and Oliver is the first person she thought of.
On almost any other day, Hestia would have been more than happy to go to Charlie and Oliver's flat. Charlie was a good friend and she hadn't seen him in a while, and she had yet to meet Oliver face-to-face. But tonight, her task was unpleasant. She knew bringing up Katie to Oliver would be a sore spot -- and with good reason. If one of Hestia's former teammates and close friends was literally in bed with the enemy, she'd have a fucking problem with it, too. But Cal had given her orders (funny how he always had a way of making her do things without actually asking her to do them... he was always good at that) and she knew that it was important she follow through. Hestia thought about asking Oliver over the journals, but some things were just better spoken of in person.
She didn't bother with glamours. It was dark, and her cloak hid her face quite suitably. Besides, everything had going to shit already. What difference did it make if she disguised herself now? Hestia approached the Quidditch shop and peered in the window with longing. It had been ages since she'd been on a broom. Looking at the display of polished handles and perfectly trimmed twigs, she felt her fingers itch. She bet she knew how it smelled in there, too -- like broomstick polish and leather. Tearing her eyes away from the darkened shop windows, Hestia headed to the door to the flat and gave a quick knock.