Hestia Jones can charm the pants off of you. (hastyhestia) wrote in wished,
"I don't think how angry you are is a secret," she said quietly, her brows furrowed as she considered just how traumatic Tonks' journal entry could be for her public image.
And before she knew it, the actual thing was right in front of her face, charmed so that she was able to read every word Tonks and Remus had written to each other. She took the journal carefully from Tonks' hands and leaned back into the couch. From what she could see, they had quite thoroughly gone through it - and it didn't look pretty.
She sighed heavily, her eyes scanning their conversation.
"Merlin's beard," she muttered, her eyes widening every so often when she reached a particularly nasty section.
She could feel the weight of the sofa shift under Tonks' body and she turned to look at her best mate, the journal resting on her lap.
"There is nothing wrong with you, or the baby," Hestia said firmly. Her eyes flared slightly as she tried to get across just how incorrect that statement was. "There is something wrong with Remus - he said it, himself. What happened-" she paused before waving the journal at Tonks, "-this isn't your fault."