Hestia Jones can charm the pants off of you. (hastyhestia) wrote in wished,
As Hestia carefully moved along the narrow path that Tonks' inadvertently created, she unbuttoned her cloak and let it hang near a stack of things somewhere near the larger box. The idea of it getting mixed up with the unwanted things that were about to burn caused Hestia to change her mind. The cloak was then tucked over her arm, hugged closely to her chest. Her brows furrowed in contemplation as she surveyed the damage that Tonks had managed to create.
A low breath escaped from her lips as she looked to her best friend. A weary expression flickered across her pale face as she tried to think of something to say. Something helpful, something vindictive enough to really insult Remus - but Hestia was coming up short.
The idea that Remus had been slagging - and with a bloke (Sirius!), to top it all off. She hadn't considered that something along those was even possible. But apparently she had been proven wrong.
After all of the optimism and defending Hestia had done over the past two weeks - well, she felt rather silly now.
"A bonfire-" Hestia repeated, her mouth hanging open slightly as she stood there in thought. "-in the courtyard? Might that be against school rules?"