Hestia Jones can charm the pants off of you. (hastyhestia) wrote in wished,
It had been the end of Hestia's shift. A long, rather difficult twelve hours had been spent within the walls of St. Mungo's. It was almost a surprise that Hestia hadn't injured herself in the process. Her cloak draped over her shoulder, and her hair tied back in a rather precariously perched bun atop her head, she maneuvered her way through the waiting room. She just had something to drop off at the front desk and she would be free.
"You'll have to wait just one-"
Hestia stopped at the desk just as the Welcome Witch had been about to finish. Her eyes darted back and forth between what looked like a half-dead woman sprawled atop a young girl and the Welcome Witch.
"I'll take her," Hestia replied much against her legs' protests.
But there was something fishy about the pair to her right. If she had a moment of peace to think, she would have recognized the bright, now dirty and mangled, red hair from a picture she had recently seen in the Prophet. But at the moment, she was far too concerned for the younger girl.
"Do you know this woman?" Hestia directed her question to the young brunette before Summoning a stretcher for the older woman.