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Hestia Jones can charm the pants off of you. ([info]hastyhestia) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-02-05 12:28:00

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Entry tags:!1998: 02, !incomplete, charlie weasley, hestia jones

Who: Hestia Jones & Charlie Weasley
What: Being soulmates Chatting, catching up
When: Friday afternoon
Where: Hogwarts
Rating/Warning: PGish, sure


It had been a long week. So long, in fact, that Hestia had almost refused to believe that it could have been a Friday. She wasn't sure the graces of Merlin would have allowed her such a nice thing. She had Fridays off. Since working at St. Mungo's, she'd put in a lot of hours. Nearly seven days a week, working until all hours of the day and night. She'd had to. New Healers were only going to learn if they were there and if they were going to be there, they might as well have conjured up a cot and slept in the changing room.

Somehow, Hestia couldn't be sure, she'd managed to secure Fridays as her one day where she didn't have the option of going into the hospital. And it was glorious. So glorious, in fact, that she had decided to surprise Charlie and steal him away for lunch. If she remembered correctly, he should have been done for the day as well.

And so there she was pushing open the already slight ajar door to his office.

"Come on," she said, leaning against the door jam. "Let's go. I'm taking you hostage."


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[info]tamethebeast
2010-02-06 07:14 am UTC (link)
He did not like spending time in his 'office', but he needed to have somewhere to put everything. Plus, he could always count on it raining most of the year in Britain. Even though the animals were on the grounds—and he had to care for them—his office apparently had to be indoors, something he planned to talk to McGonagall about. I imagine it to be more of a fuss than it's worth, he thought.

"It's about time you came to visit me at Hogwarts," he said, not bothering to look up from his reference text right away. He knew that voice, and it had been a while since he really saw Hestia. Order meetings hardly counted, but they were a part of his social life.

Within a few seconds, Charlie closed the book and stood. "All right," he nodded, adjusting his shirt a bit. Wearing formal robes did not fit the image of someone taking care of animals, so he rarely wore them. Charlie wholeheartedly preferred jeans and long-sleeved t-shirts or thermals—layering them so he stayed warm in cold weather but could still manage to move around.

"Where are we going?" he asked. "And how have you been?"

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[info]hastyhestia
2010-02-06 07:49 am UTC (link)
Her arms crossed over her chest, Hestia raised an eyebrow as she waited for him. However, as she looked over at him, she found she'd be fine just looking at him for a moment longer. Although she knew it was surprise to many she'd gone off and gotten a real job following Hogwarts, she had to admit seeing him behind that desk was something she wasn't sure she'd ever get used to. She pushed herself off of the wall with the help of her foot as she tugged at the toggles of her winter coat.

"You've got so many to keep you company, I didn't think you'd miss me," she mused, stopping just before his desk. Her eyes scanned what was sprawled about and she grinned. It seemed his organizational skills did not change from their time in school.

"We're getting lunch," she responded then, as if she only just realized that she'd had a purpose in this visit. "In which we will discuss precisely how we've both been and pretend that we're friends instead of mere associates."

She grinned broadly. "It'll be fun."

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[info]tamethebeast
2010-02-06 08:10 am UTC (link)
Sitting behind a desk was not something he was used to, with the exception of needing something flat for the paperwork involved with the dragons. Charlie otherwise hated it. The one thing he insisted on while at Hogwarts was being called by his first name and wearing his own clothes.

Charlie gave Hestia a large grin, "I can handle that, I think. After you, then." Opening the door for Hestia, he let her pass out first and followed close behind until they were in the hall. Shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans, he looked around for a moment. "I didn't miss you," he said with a smirk. "You're the one that came here all the way from London."

Some of the students looked as though they knew what was going on, that there was more than just this and there was a reason there were so many 'new' professors. The Order needed to keep low for various reasons, but Charlie wanted so badly for them to simply focus on school. He could not have imagined going through this war when he was their age, and that had not been too long ago. Charlie was lucky, hoping they did not feel inadequate to fight if necessary—he certainly would have ten years back.

"Does this hostage situation mean the hostage has a say in the final destination or are you kidnapping me and taking me to the Great Hall? If you are, I must say that's horribly unimpressive, Hestia."

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[info]hastyhestia
2010-02-07 08:05 am UTC (link)
"All the way from London," Hestia mimicked, her voice doing its best to imitate Charlie's tone. It was something she prided herself on. She rolled her eyes slightly in amusement as she and Charlie walked the halls of Hogwarts. "Just a pop in, nothing special. I could always pop out if you'd like."

She stuffed her hands in the pockets of her coat as the two walked. It brought her back, for a moment, to when they were both at Hogwarts. The two had been pretty inseparable back then, two perfectly mediocre students just doing their best to get by. She grinned at the memory, her thoughts momentarily distracted by her nostalgia.

"You should expect better of me," she told him, pushing his arm gently. "I never do things half-way. We've got a bit of an adventure ahead of us."

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[info]tamethebeast
2010-02-07 11:13 am UTC (link)
He laughed a bit. Hestia seemed mildly insecure in that moment when she offered to return, an insecurity that Charlie knew he had to some degree himself. The Weasleys were a family of pleasers, and they liked others to feel welcome, comfortable, and at home. "You know me better than that Hestia. I'm not about to turn down an invitation to food," he smiled. A student caught Charlie, a bit out of breath, as she handed him an assignment that was due the previous day. Shrugging it off and telling her there was no need to apologise, he thanked her and tucked it away in his jacket.

"Oh?" he said curiously to Hestia, raising an eyebrow as they turned a corner. "Are you planning on telling me where we're going or would you like me to start guessing? 'Cause I will start guessing, and that may get obnoxious after a while..."

Charlie's relationship with Tonks and Hestia got him through a lot of rough spots, especially while in school. He would not trade that friendship with them for anything, and he would always remain loyal to them. Though he was a very private individual, having them around had been all he needed at times. As much as he put on the mask that he could get through anything and take on the load of others, Charlie was strong and still breakable.

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[info]hastyhestia
2010-02-07 07:35 pm UTC (link)
She watched with a mixture of curiosity and amusement as she watched the young girl give her assignment to Charlie. Perhaps it was because Hestia very rarely saw him in a position of such authority that she found this so odd. She could understand that many of the students would find him intimidating. It wasn't every day your Care of Magical Creatures professor had been living in Romania and working with dragons. She looked after the girl as she ran off, a small chuckle escaping from her lips.

"Aren't you a nice teacher," she teased.

At his proposition, she thought briefly if Charlie would actually guess where she had planned on taking him. It wasn't actually anything special. She knew she couldn't just whisk him away to some random and foreign place - he probably had papers to grade. But this could prove fun.

"Let's see if you can guess."

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[info]tamethebeast
2010-02-07 08:24 pm UTC (link)
Nor was Charlie used to the position. He certainly did not take McGonagall's offer to prove anything or for pride, which he certainly made obvious during classes with a very relaxed atmosphere and attitude. Though passionate about the subject matter, he certainly hoped his students did not think he pressured them to know it all. Charlie was well-aware that his class would only matter or be important to a small crowd, and those were the people he wanted to cater to as much as possible (or at least instill a sense that magical beasts mattered—good or bad).

"Perhaps the Leaky Cauldron," he said, smirking a bit. "I think you're trying to make this guessing game more interesting than it really is. I wouldn't want to get attached to the idea of any one particular place for lunch, only to find out you want to go to the Hog's Head." He enjoyed teasing Hestia a little bit, but it was not something Charlie typically did. He was far more uptight and tense about everything, making it a challenge to get him to relax. Charlie rarely drank—maybe one beer at dinner if he was out with someone—and his mind was always on his family, the Order, and dragons. Trying to maintain a social life was practically impossible, especially a personal relationship with a witch. Though he tried once or twice, nothing came of it because he was far too inattentive.

He let out a deep breath. They could not apparate into Hogwarts or disapparate out of the grounds, so Hestia had to have an ultimate plan. In a way, Charlie was growing a bit impatient as he simply wanted to know where they were going.

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[info]hastyhestia
2010-02-09 02:11 am UTC (link)
As the pair neared the Entrance Hall, Hestia braced herself for what she predicted would be the same cold winds that greeted her on her way to the castle. Sometimes she wondered why she hadn't thought to move somewhere tropical. Like Aruba or Mexico. But then, she couldn't stay out in the sun for too long before a thousand more freckles popped up. She looked toward Charlie, a small half smile affecting her lips.

"Wrong," she told him, a simple answer. "I think it'll be the last place you would ever guess, actually. Which is why this is so amusing."

One of her most favorite activities was trying to get Charlie to loosen up.

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[info]tamethebeast
2010-02-09 03:44 am UTC (link)
"Clearly," he said, "once you tell me where we're going, I see no point in continuing to guess." His tone was almost too serious, but he hardly joked around enough with Hestia (though he did manage a smile at the comment—Hestia walked right into that one). They were still figuring one another out for the most part even if they had spent seven years together in school.

"We can't apparate, so unless there's a carriage waiting to take us to Hogsmeade or if we're going to ride on a broom somewhere..." Charlie folded his arms over his chest. It was not as though they had a lot of options, and they certainly were not heading towards one of the few floo fireplaces in the castle, so Hestia had something on her mind. Unfortunately, Charlie was hardly one to think creatively or romantically, which was likely another reason he struggled with personal relationships—but Hestia had an ultimate plan for them. She can't possibly be taking me back to Romania. I think that would be far too excessive just for lunch.

"Seriously," he said, stepping out of a student's way, "where are we going?"

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[info]hastyhestia
2010-02-09 05:10 am UTC (link)
As they side-stepped the small student who happened to get in their line of direction, Hestia brushed Charlie's shoulder. With her hands still stuffed in her pockets, she pulled one out just as she nudged them in the direction of the large double doors leading to the grounds of Hogwarts. Just as she suspected, a sudden gust of wind hit them as they exited the building.

"Just a bit more walking," she said, doing her best not to crack a smile in any way. She knew their destination wouldn't be as exciting as she made it out to be. It wasn't as if she was taking him to Romania. She thought that a bit too much for just a Friday lunch. "And then you're going to Side-Along, do you mind? I promise I won't take you anywhere too frightening."

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[info]tamethebeast
2010-02-09 05:31 am UTC (link)
Adjusting the collar on his jacket, he let Hestia lead the way for the 'bit of walking' they still had left. He knew he brought it up a lot in conversation, but he could not help feel very excited about the dragon that finally laid. "I finally have a baby," he said with a grin, "a beautiful Common Green Welsh." Though he was part of dragon births before, this particular birth was far more special. "The mother is very old, so we were all really surprised that she laid. It's incredible news, though! I got to head back to Romania to see the baby. I do believe it's a baby boy, and they've yet to name him."

After a few minutes of Charlie rambling on about the baby dragon, its size, how it ruined his jumper when it belched, they reached their apparition site. "Right, let's apparate then. I'm bloody starving, so this better be good!" he thought, suddenly craving a home-cooked meal.

Letting Hestia lead the way, they apparated. CRACK!

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[info]hastyhestia
2010-02-09 05:40 am UTC (link)
As Hestia shook herself out, she always did hate Apparating, they landed quite perfectly in front of the shabby, double doors leading to Hestia's flat. She brushed a bit of dust off of her shoulder before looking to Charlie with a crooked smile. "They ought to name him Charles," she said, a casual shrug following as she slipped her wand from the sleeve of her jacket.

"Alohomora," she said and the double doors creaked open slightly. After slipping her wand back up her sleeve, she pushed open the door and made room for Charlie to walk in.

"On you go, then."

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[info]tamethebeast
2010-02-09 06:22 am UTC (link)
"I think they're naming him after his keeper. I was not really the main caretaker for her since she is very old and has some rather serious health issues," he said, heading into her flat. "Everyone was really surprised that the baby turned out all right. We've... they've... been very attentive about making sure all goes well. We certainly do not want to lose this, but I think laying the egg put the mother in a very rough spot. She's been drained of all her energy. Hopefully she makes it through."

It was very difficult to see a dragon die, it seemed almost impossible for it to happen. Charlie was not looking forward to it, though it was inevitable.

Looking around, Charlie slipped his jacket off and hung it up. It had been quite a while since he was last in Hestia's flat—and it looked as though she did a bit, or a lot, of redecorating. "Need help with lunch?" he asked. Charlie was not terrible at cooking and preparations, but it was not something he spent a lot of time trying to master.

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[info]hastyhestia
2010-02-10 01:59 am UTC (link)
Although Hestia knew that Charlie's interest in dragons went beyond what some people might call a normal hobby, she herself was not as educated in the subject. Even though she considered herself quite the people person, when it came to animals, she had a hard time understanding how to relate to them. Often she was merely scared of how they will react to her, and dragons were certainly included in that fear.

As they made their way inside her flat, she took care to see if Dimitri's things were out in the open. Not seeing his favorite pair of dragonhide boots near the front door, she assumed her baby brother was out for the day. Since leaving his job at the Ministry, he'd been in and out trying to find a better alternative. She hung her coat beside Charlie's revealing a maroon jumper with an H stitched in the center. An old present from Molly Weasley that she still wore when she wanted to be comfortable.

"Not one bit," she told him before gesturing for him to follow her into the kitchen. An aroma of beef stew filled the flat. "I've got it all situated. Now tell me, do you think that the mother will be able to get her energy back?"

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[info]tamethebeast
2010-02-10 06:46 am UTC (link)
"It smells really good in here," he said, relishing in the smell of stew. "Beef stew?" he asked, peering over Hestia's shoulder once he was in the kitchen with her. "Brilliant. That's the way to my heart."

Leaning against the counter, Charlie watched Hestia. He could have at least retrieved bowls and spoons, but thought that trivial and planned to, at the very least, clean up afterwards. "I have absolutely no idea. Dragons live a very long time, but that seems to be the case when they're out in the wild taking care of themselves or if we're lucky while they're in captivity. Gobaith—that's her name, it's Welsh for 'hope'—is just one of the few cases of an animal who has had a bit of bad luck wth her health. She's also been incredibly lucky and we're trying everything we can."

Charlie frowned a bit at the thought of the dragon, but the smell of the stew caught his attention. "She'll be all right. She's been through worse," he said, unable to help himself as he hunted down a spoon, then dove into the pot, retrieving a chunk of potato. "Hot!" he mumbled, his mouth full. "But," he said, after chewing and swallowing, "incredible. Almost as good as my mum's," he said with a wink.

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[info]hastyhestia
2010-02-10 09:04 pm UTC (link)
Hestia chuckled slightly to herself before moving toward the pantry door. Hanging from the edge of the door was a brightly colored apron her mother had bought for her the day she moved into her own place. She thought it a bit weird, at the time, but a nice thought nonetheless. Tying the ties around her, she looked back toward Charlie with a lopsided grin.

"Any food is the way to your heart," she teased.

As she stirred the stew, which smelled good enough that it was probably ready, Hestia inclined her head toward Charlie. "I hope her the best then," she said, offering him a smile. She didn't know much about the lifespan of dragons, but thinking about one in it's geriatric stage was odd.

"I doubt it'll ever be as good as your mum's," she told him. "But I'm glad you like it. Think you're going to eat out of the pot all afternoon or should I get you a bowl?"

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[info]tamethebeast
2010-02-11 07:24 am UTC (link)
"How true that is," he said with a light chuckle, taking another bite while Hestia was not looking—or at least he assumed she was not looking. "I grew up in a full house. If you wanted the good stuff in the pot, you had to eat straight out of it." Charlie certainly had manners, but he assumed Hestia would not care that he was eating out without a bowl. Charlie was hungry, he usually was.

"We'll see how Gobaith turns out. I have someone keeping me updated with letters a couple times a week, at least."

Once they were sitting down, and Charlie finally had a bowl, he was completely at ease. "This is wonderful, by the way. Thank you for inviting—well—taking me hostage. You didn't really go through all the trouble of making beef stew just for lunch?" he asked, hoping, and assuming, Hestia had other plans for the stew—dinner for herself, her brother, lunch for the following day. "How's your brother, by the way? I haven't seen him in a long time..."

Charlie, digging into the stew, was rather quick to finish the first bowl. "I'm having more," he said, getting up. May I get some for you as well, Hestia?"

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[info]hastyhestia
2010-02-12 03:46 pm UTC (link)
Hestia watched in amusement as Charlie nearly swallowed the first bowl whole. She, herself, wasn't as hungry as Charlie appeared to be. But it was always that way. The man had an appetite on him, that was for sure. She glanced down at her bowl, she still having nearly half of it left. She shook her head.

"I'm alright," she said, smiling. She was glad enough he had liked it. She knew she could cook, her mum had taught her well enough, but it was always nice to see the reaction to it. "If you're asking about Dimitri, he's doing the best he can. Bloody pissed he quit, but he keeps telling me that he didn't think he'd be able to continue training. They replaced his mentors a couple of weeks ago - not the right kind of people to work under, it seems."

She sighed. Joshua, her brother-in-law, was still at the Ministry. While Dimitri seemed to think he had to leave, Joshua has been saying he feels it would be impossible for him to get out of the Ministry. But all the same, Hestia felt a bit safer knowing she knew someone on the inside.

"And Alexander is doing just fine," she laughed. "Silly git has got his own fan club now. It's a bit weird."

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[info]tamethebeast
2010-02-13 07:50 am UTC (link)
The food at Hogwarts served its purpose, but it was never like the food Molly made. He had to admit, however, that anything was certainly better than having to cook it himself. Hestia cooking for him, however, meant that now he owed her a lunch. This lunch was a brilliant and wonderful surprise, and definitely something he appreciated.

"Hmmm," he nodded, taking a seat once more. He had meant Dimitri since he was around, Alexander was always off somewhere with his team it seemed. Charlie did not have much interaction with Hestia's family. "And what about Phoebe and Joshua? How are their kids?"

Charlie's family was all over the board with interests and professions. Hestia's family was similiar, albeit smaller—a healer, a Quidditch player, a hit-wizard, and a stay-at-home mom married to an auror. A person's job seemed to make a statement about their loyalties and where their heart was (at least to a certain extent). The Weasleys maintained a bit of mystery, and very much were encouraged to have their own identity and individuality.

"Sorry if I've been quiet. I suppose I cannot stop thinking about where we're going next. We should have another meeting soon, the Order, I mean. I hate playing a waiting game. If we could all be out hunting and tracking, this might be easier."

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[info]hastyhestia
2010-02-18 05:52 am UTC (link)
"Big. Growing. Loud."

Although Christopher was barely six years old and Graham nearly four, it seemed that every time Hestia stopped by for a visit, the boys had sprouted at least another foot. Well. They were tall. The whole of the Jones family was, though - shot up like sprouts before they knew what to do with themselves or the hem of their trousers. She expected nothing less from her nephews.

She laughed slightly before taking another heaping spoonful of the stew. It had been a while since she'd been able to properly cook a meal. She managed to make enough for when Dimitri returned later.

She leaned forward, her elbows resting on the table as she looked at Charlie. "I was wondering when we should meet next, myself. It's all frustrating - knowing that there are bloody animals out there taking advantage of everyone's fear."

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[info]tamethebeast
2010-02-18 07:04 am UTC (link)
"You're lucky to be an aunt. I've been wanting to be an uncle for Bill and Fleur for a while. It's easier that way," he said, finishing his second bowl of stew. Every bit had been fantastic. He likely could have gone for a third bowl, but he did not want to put Hestia out—assuming that stew was for more than just the two of them.

He knew his parents wanted to be grandparents, but Charlie was in no place to think about that—not with the war, not with what he needed to focus on, and they understood that. That pressure came around on him from quite a few angles and in way he would not have expected such as seeing couples everywhere or someone encouraging him to date. In his opinion, those who pushed did not know him well enough, that he was perfectly happy where he was in his life and the war should be everyone's focus.

Pushing his bowl aside, Charlie slouched in his seat, spreading out a bit to relax. "We all assume we're just waiting for something, and I agree with you regarding fear. If we wait until something happens, then it's too late. We need to be out there looking, playing detectives, and tracking this all down. Everyone should be reminded of what all of our tasks and objectives are. Maybe I'll bring in a dragon to protect and guard the castle," he said with a wink."

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