Hestia Jones can charm the pants off of you. (hastyhestia) wrote in wished,
"Hestia Jones."
The lift appeared at the end of the hallway. As they approached, a mass of people were in the process of exiting. She looked sideways at the young girl, a small breath escaping from between her chapped lips. Hestia had seen quite a lot of different cases in her time and many that looked like the case before her. They always seemed to have one thing in common.
And it wasn't good. At all.
"No, this was the right thing," she said, shaking her head slightly. She couldn't have imagined what would have happened to the woman had the girl taken her to the Ministry instead. "She's going to be fine."
Did Hestia believe that? She'd have to take a closer look to really figure out what it was that was afflicting the woman. At that exact moment, the woman rolled again, a groan coming from low within her stomach. "Where am I? Where is she? Where is my daughter? My baby..."
Her words were shaky and separated by long pauses and coughing. Hestia's eyes widened considerably. That was it. That was where Hestia recognized her from.