Hestia Jones can charm the pants off of you. (hastyhestia) wrote in wished,
It had been a strange day. Following her lunch at Shalott with Tonks, Hestia had returned to her flat to mull things over. Seeing Argus had been a rather nice treat, though she couldn't explain the feeling behind that. She wasn't sure she was capable of even figuring it out. As Bill happened to be scaling the stairs, Hestia had made herself a rather nice spot on the couch with enough blankets to build a small fort.
Dimitri had decided to go off to visit some friends for the week leaving Hestia to the flat. It was a nice change, she had thought, to be alone in the apartment once again. Though it seemed much too quiet now.
At the knock on the door, Hestia rose from her spot and took the few steps toward the sound. She pulled open the door, a small sniffle following as she managed a smile.
"You are saint, Bill Weasley, do you know that?" she greeted.