♥ harper jones is running hot ♥ (prodigalzest) wrote in withgoodintent, @ 2010-06-29 02:27:00 |
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Hestia Jones did not hate Evan Rosier or Natalie Travers. No, she didn't. She abhorred them. Ever since she had met Natalie at Hogwarts, the girl was always giving Hestia hell. She couldn't catch a break with that witch. And why? The reason was never made abundantly clear to Hestia. It could be that she was a halfblood witch; it could have been that she stepped on Natalie's toes at one point; or it could have been being in a detention with her once. Regardless of the reason, Natalie and Hestia have always hated each other. And matters were only made worse when Hestia and Evan were an item.
Of course, Hestia realized now that she was never important to Evan Rosier. The fact that she ever thought that he might actually be the person for her, ate away at her and made her sick to her stomach. Admitting that she had allowed herself to even remotely fall in love with him and be fooled into thinking he felt the same was never going to happen. And tonight? Tonight, he and Natalie joined forces to ridicule her. Which was fine until they mentioned her mother. It wasn't as if it bothered her enough as it was, but her enemies had to go and bring it to light.
Hestia had been angry before, but that did not hold a candle to how enraged she was at this point in time. She was certain that the hatred was radiating off of her in waves. She couldn't see straight, and instead of losing her temper in the journal, she merely threw it against the wall before storming out of her flat, the door slamming shut behind her.
There was no set destination in mind, and there were few places open so late. She simply walked, letting the anger and hatred roll off of her in an attempt to calm down. Two hours later, she found herself in a small park in muggle London. It was very similar to the one that she had frequented as a child, and it was here that she finally stopped walking and flopped down onto a bench. Everything was running through her head and in a moment of weakness, Hestia let out a frustrated sob.
She was finally alone, no one was there to poke fun at her for showing her weakness, and she was so overwhelmed with emotion that she could not longer contain it. Hot tears poured forth and she let them. But it wasn't long before she heard a set of footsteps approaching. Quickly drying her tears and rubbing her nose on her sleeve, she tried to hide any signs that she had been upset. Crying was something that she rarely did, and she couldn't handle crying in front of others. She wasn't weak and she could not stand being thought of as weak, which was exactly how shedding tears made you look. Who's out at nearly 3am, anyways? she thought furiously to herself.