Hestia Jones can charm the pants off of you. (hastyhestia) wrote in wished,
The heels of Hestia's boots clicked against the cobblestone path as she took in the fresh night air. A simple Apparition to her flat would have sufficed, but she felt that the cool air was actually quite calming. Her gloved hands stuffed in the pockets of her cloak, she took slow and deliberate steps down the street. She was in no hurry to return home. It wasn't much of an excitement when there wasn't anyone else there.
But soon, the sound of her boots were not the only noise to fill the empty streets. Slowing down her movements, she paused just near the entrance to Gladrag's. She couldn't be sure. It was difficult to pinpoint exactly what she was hearing - but it was something. A long moment passed before she heard anything and then, a whimper.
Reaching into her cloak, she pulled her wand from the inner pocket. There was another noise, muffled but clearly a voice. She bit down on her bottom lip as she took another step toward where an alley opened up. She wasn't sure what she thought she was going to find. For all she knew it could have been a few rats or something.
But it sounded so completely human.
And then she heard movement and Hestia found herself pulled toward the noise. It was her duty, wasn't it? Doing her best to stay quiet, Hestia tiptoed toward the dark alley, her head poking around the corner-
Just as the man pulled out his wand, Hestia caught sight of the mangled woman beneath him.