rp thread: katie & hestia Who: Katie Bell and Hestia Jones When: 28 October, late afternoon Where: Katie's room in the safe house Rating: Medium for language and content matter, most likely Summary: Hestia collected Katie from her house after she was outed as an Order member and has been instructed by Cal to find out more.
As October prepared for its departure and November began sneaking its way in, the days grew considerably shorter. At only just after three o' clock the long rays of a late afternoon sun blinded Hestia, who was flopped on her bed creating tiny balls of bluebell-coloured flames more out of boredom than anything. She had begun to go a little stir-crazy, even with the plan to help Williamson leave some dead Death Eaters, and looking at the journals wasn't helping like it normally did. It made her so resentful to see the plans of Halloween costumes and masks because it only served to remind her that she (and loads of others) was being robbed of having a normal life. Not that she would change any of the choices she made if she had to go and do it all over again, but there was only so much a person could take before they snapped. Hestia was really rather glad that Ron had given her the idea to collect potion ingredients. She was a decent brewer herself, but she lacked the precise hand that the most talented potioneers had. Still, going undercover had always been one of her favourite parts about being an Auror, and hunting around for a black market could be just the thrill she needed.
Right now, though, there were other matters at hand. It had been only a few days since Hestia retrieved a bloody and shaken Katie Bell from her flat. All she knew was that the girl had been discovered. Hestia didn't really get along with Katie all that well, mostly because she hated being told what to do and also because she knew in a tiny part of her brain that Katie had been right about the pictures. But there was no way in hell she was going to admit that, so she decided that being annoyed was the best option. Katie's position as someone who had relative freedom was important for the Order, but Hestia wondered if her pushing to play Quidditch had put that position in danger. It didn't take an idiot to figure out that a young Pureblood girl left out of the AMP must be hiding something else, and Hestia knew the senior Bells well enough to know they were vocal in their distaste for Voldemort's policies. But still, Katie had done a remarkable job of keeping her head low until that point, and Hestia knew and understood the desire to be on a broom all too well to fault her for trying.
Hestia got off her bed and padded across the room to the window, pulling the curtains shut. It made the room much darker, but she couldn't stand being right in the glare of the sun anymore, no matter how cold it was outside. She knew at some point she'd have to go talk to Katie; she had promised her whiskey, after all, but Hestia wasn't good with emotions that weren't anger and she guessed that she was going to have to deal with them when she spoke to the other woman. After trying to waste time by fixing the duvet she rumpled from laying on it, straightening her quill and ink pot, and refolding some freshly laundered towels, Hestia sighed, grabbed the almost empty bottle of Ogden's, and went down the hall to Katie's room in stocking feet.
The door was closed, so she rapped on it lightly. "Hey, Katie? It's Hestia. I believe I have an offer to uphold."