rp thread: alecto & hestia WHO: Alecto Carrow & Hestia Jones WHEN: 3 November, late WHERE: A deserted side street in Knockturn Alley RATING: Medium-ish -- violence and bad language SUMMARY: Hestia has some aggression to take out and Alecto happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Megan had wanted to help. That's what she said. She wanted to be more involved. If it was anyone else, if it was another person who wanted to join the Order, Hestia would have almost no worries about them throwing themselves into the thick of things (well, she wouldn't want them injured, obviously, but she wouldn't mollycoddle them either). But Megan was different, Megan was blood. And on the day that their father died and Hestia agreed to take custody of her sixteen year old sister, she had made a promise to take care of her and protect her. Megan would always be that quiet young girl who stood in the doorway of her flat in London, holding on desperately to that bloody dog, as Hestia stared at her unsure of what to do. It was really difficult for her to see Megan as anything but a child, even though she was a young woman now and very much legally an adult. She wondered if this is what being a mother felt like, and then decided she didn't want to think about that.
Since Sunday, Hestia had been haunting the corridor outside of Megan's room. Tally spent much of the time he wasn't with Megan shadowing Hestia -- someone had to let him outside and feed him while Megan healed. It was weird how she felt some sort of camaraderie with the dog, both of them waiting anxiously to be let inside Megan's room. Hestia had gone in there the first night and sat with her, but since then she had mainly stayed out despite desperately wanting to go in. She wasn't good with this sort of things, with emotions that didn't allow for the breaking of objects and throwing of things. Hestia had done a number on her own bedroom, overturning the desk and smashing a glass against the wall, but it left her feeling even more caged and angry. She was angry at Megan, angry at Death Eaters, angry at the whole fucking screwed up world and she had never felt so helpless against changing it. Megan's injuries weren't even that bad, considering -- sure, the Cruciatus fucked her up, and she had some nasty cuts, but it could have been much worse. Hestia didn't like thinking about it, but she wondered how she'd be reacting if things had happened differently. Even though she didn't always show it (usually she didn't know how to), Hestia loved Megan. They were family. And blood is surely thicker than water. Hell, it's thicker than anything.
It had been three days, and Hestia had enough. She pushed herself off of her bed, startling Tally, who had been keeping her feet warm. Without hesitation she put on her old traveling cloak -- it hadn't been washed since they arrived at the house -- pulled on her boots, and stood in front of the mirror. A short long-haired brunette with big circles under her eyes stared back at her, but soon the image was replaced with a long-nosed woman with shoulder-length silvery blond hair. This would have been much easier if they had Polyjuice, but she suspected what she was going to do wouldn't be considered good enough cause to use it, and she wasn't about to tell anyone where she was going. Hestia led Tally down the hall and cracked open Megan's door (she didn't -- couldn't -- look in at her) and the collie happily went inside. Pulling up her hood so it covered her face in shadows, she went to the Apparition point on the grounds and disappeared with a pop.
Knockturn Alley. Hestia had been down here many times before during her days with the DMLE, investigating various shops. It was nearly deserted now, but there were a few people milling about and Hestia wasn't only a little sure that there would be Death Eaters among them. She moved quickly down a side street and pulled herself into the shadows of an abandoned shop, her back pressed against the crumbling brick. Soon someone would walk past her, and then she'd really get some of her anger out.