hestia jones will burn you. (imjonesing) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-08-25 11:51:00 |
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The mist that had moved in after last night's rain still hung heavy around the ruins of Tintagel. A watery, late August sun shined weakly down over the grounds, but it wasn't strong enough to dissipate the oppressive fog. Hestia stood alone off of one of the paths -- she insisted that Megan remained elsewhere, hidden, just in case something went awry. Last night, by the light of their campfire, Hestia used a quick mending spell to close up the rip in her jeans and washed them in the river water as best as she could. It wasn't perfect, but at least she looked less like a beggar and more like a tourist. Her normally dark hair was now ash blonde and cropped rather sloppily. A few other glamour charms shortened her nose and gave her blue eyes. It wasn't perfect, but it would be enough. Hestia shivered as the ocean breeze whipped around her. She briefly touched her wand, which was tucked into the waistband of her jeans and hidden underneath her shirt. She could still feel the cool wood against the skin of her stomach, but touching it made her feel a little more at ease. Hestia's mind wandered to the conversations he had last night over the journals (were they really conversations, though? perhaps epistolary exchanges was more accurate) and felt her face flush in anger. That Carrow woman was vile. Not nearly as vile as the female Lestrange, but close enough. And then Cal trying to talk her down had just annoyed her even more. Her jaw clenched. Any anger she felt toward her former colleague was diminished by the thought of actually having another person in their party. Hestia looked up at the gathering clouds. More rain today, then. |