rp thread: alicia & hestia
Who: Alicia Spinnet & Hestia Jones When: Backdated to Saturday Where: Order Safe House Rating: Moderate to high? Summary: Al and Hestia get wasted and blow of some steam. Status: Closed. Incomplete.
Hestia felt like a tiger in a cage. While it was excellent to have a roof made of something other than canvas, and hot food, and a room with a door on it, the safe house was more restriction than the life of a nomad had been. Moody was constantly breathing down her neck, it seemed, even if he wasn't always physically in her presence. Every single thing she did, she thought doubly hard about whether or not it would annoy him. She was sure Tally was doing well enough in that department on his own, but still. It was her fault the dog was there in the first place.
And now some twat was on the journals telling them all to be careful and scolding them. Hestia was a fucking Auror, goddamnit, and she didn't need to be instructed by twenty-something greenhorn Order members. After she spouted off about the photograph incident, Hestia pushed herself off her bed, pacing in the small bedroom (she was lucky enough to have her own room temporarily -- once more people started showing up, they were probably going to have to double up on rooms). She eyed a bottle of Ogden's that was sitting on her nightstand; she had been carrying it with her since the beginning of August. Hestia picked up her journal again and quickly scribbled a ward to Alicia. If there was one person who shared her feelings on a lot of matters, it was the blonde Gryffindor. Once she promised she'd be there, Hestia went down to the kitchen in search of glasses. Finding none, she decided drinking from the bottle wasn't that bad anyway, and went out to the empty sitting room while she waited for her drinking partner.