Hestia Jones can charm the pants off of you. (hastyhestia) wrote in wished,
An idea was brewing in her head. How well it would work or how possible it was, she couldn't say yet. But as she leaned back on her palms, with her nose screwed up in thought, she wondered how much pull Severus might have had in terms of organizing events of some kind. But that was for another question, another time.
She looked up at him, suddenly, at his question.
"Do I?" She offered him a look that could only best be described as sheepish. "I have. Once, twice only."
But she didn't want to say more than that. She had a feeling he was not interested in her social woes.