Hestia Jones can charm the pants off of you. (hastyhestia) wrote in wished,
"Yes."
Hestia hadn't meant the word to sound so harsh. Her brows furrowed slightly as she turned back toward Mrs. Edgecombe. The pallor of the woman's skin was a slight gray and beads of sweat were forming at the edge of her hairline. She looked back to the young girl, Penelope, and offered her a smile.
"I'm sorry. It would just be easier," she offered. She watched the girl slide out of the room before turning back to Mrs. Edgecombe.
When she heard the door click, Hestia brought her wand over the woman's face. A few procedural spells could possibly reveal what had been done to the woman but before Hestia could even utter a word, the woman lashed out.
"NO, please," the woman yelled, sobs beginning to take over her body. She looked at the wand in fear. "Don't h-hurt me, please."
"I'm not-" Hestia broke off. Eva Edgecombe was crying now, her arms shielding her face. "Mrs. Edgecombe you have to relax! You're in a safe place now. I am not here to harm you."
Merlin, this was going to be exceedingly more difficult than she thought.