Hestia Jones can charm the pants off of you. (hastyhestia) wrote in wished,
Hestia curled her legs up underneath her as she made herself more comfortable. She pursed her lips together as she rested her elbow on the arm of the sofa, her face screwed up in thought as she tried to make sense of it all. Perhaps Harry really did see Harry - but perhaps it was just a trick, a trap perhaps to make them think that Snape was someone they could run to for help.
Just so he could get them back into the palm of You-Know-Who's hand.
But that didn't make much sense to her, either. Why let them get away, then?
"No, no, it makes complete sense for you to question it, Bill. The idea that Snape being the one to help them is probably the most uncharacteristic thing I could think of in terms of his character. But at the same time, I just don't know."
She leaned back toward her soup and scooped the bowl up in her hands.
"The most they need right now is some rest, a bath or two and some home cooked meals," Hestia told Bill, a small smile tugging at her lips. "But you and Fleur have been taking care of them just fine, I think."