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What: Dropping off of some chicken stew, a quick chat
When: Tonight
Where: Hestia's flat
Rating/Warnings: None
With the work day at Gringotts over, Bill tugged on his coat, scarf, and mittens before heading out into the brisk March evening. He stopped at the little market at the end of Diagon Alley to pick up a birthday cake for Ron (which he carefully packed in a shrinking box and pocketed in his coat, making a mental note not to sit it!) and a foam container of chicken stew for Hestia which he balanced in gloved hand as he left and made his way to her flat.
It'd been a good deal of time since he'd seen her or been over to her place, and it took him a few minutes to recognize the building. Scaling the stairs, he found her door and knocked softly.
"Hestia?" he called. "Delivery, as promised!"
It'd been a good deal of time since he'd seen her or been over to her place, and it took him a few minutes to recognize the building. Scaling the stairs, he found her door and knocked softly.
"Hestia?" he called. "Delivery, as promised!"