Hestia Jones can charm the pants off of you. (hastyhestia) wrote in wished,
Hestia leaned back against the cushy, old cushions of the sofa as she watched Bill make himself comfortable in the opposite chair. It had been some time since the two, or any of the group at all, had been properly able to just sit and talk amongst each other. Lately, and of course Hestia understood why, things came with much more urgency. She brought the spoon to her lips, her eyes focusing on the heat rising as she waited for Bill to tell her what was on his mind.
She took a small spoonful and then another, not realizing how hungry she had been. The third spoonful was nearly to her lips when she stopped.
When Hestia had heard of Harry's return, along with Ron, Hermione and Lovegood's daughter, she had been surprised. Grateful and relieved, but still very surprised. They had no reason to believe any one person among the Death Eaters could possibly be working against You-Know-Who. Snape had been the only one to fulfill that role and Hestia certainly knew where that got him.
"Hestia, he thinks it was Snape."
Hestia turned her face toward Bill, her eyes widening in surprise.
"I think you know as well as I do that although Harry has been through some incredibly tumultuous things, he's never once been misinformed," she said quietly. She leaned forward then, placing the soup and the spoon on the coffee table in front of them.
"But that also leaves me very confused. How could Snape, after... doing what he did... what would he gain from helping Harry now? Have you talked to Harry about this?"