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

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!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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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