Hestia Jones can charm the pants off of you. (hastyhestia) wrote in wished,
Hestia stood outside of the entrance to Shalott's, a bit uneasy about going inside. The past couple of days had been enough to give Hestia a headache she didn't think would ever go away. The newest decree from the Ministry was enough to actually terrify the woman. Once you gave people the incentive to turn on one another, there wasn't much left in loyalty. She knew that there would be more than enough troubles ahead, now.
As she stood, her cloak wrapped around her dress, she debated on whether or not she should go inside. A part of her was saying she ought to be home, trying to help in some way. And the other part of her warned that this might be the last fun event she went to.
She pulled the door open and was immediately greeted by the man at the front door. Slipping her cloak off of her small frame, she handed it to the clerk before making her way inside.