Hestia Jones

19, Hufflepuff, Muggle vet student

[hestiathemuggleborn]

teach a girl to fish

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addisonkettleburn:

“You’ll be fine.” Addie said lightly, a slight laugh bubbling out of her. She knew that she could be intimidating, and a pain in the ass most of the time. She had been harping on everyone to be training without their wands, and she was just glad that people were listening to her. It was important, and she would never had pushed it so hard if she didn’t fully believe that. It could save lives, and she was already tired of funerals. 

“Oh, I don’t plan on it at all.” Addison wouldn’t do anything easy, especially not when it came to training. “We’ll start with warm ups. I want thirty push ups to start.” Fighting wasn’t just about knowing how to fight - it was having an inner strength and knowing how to deploy that when it came time to kicking someone’s ass and making it out alive. 

“Drop and give ‘em to me, Jones.” 

Hestia groaned playfully, but still got down on the mat. Push ups at least she was used to. She used to have to do them at Quidditch practices while at Hogwarts. She hadn’t done them in a while, though. Hestia knew that she should, was well aware that she needed to actively work out more, but there just never seemed to be enough time. 

She did the pushups, though she paused after ten to regain her strength, and again after twenty. She breathed out as she did, her heartbeat racing. Arms shook well before she was done, but she did them all. She managed to keep from collapsing when she finished, not wanting to embarrass herself. Instead, she sat up, butt resting on her heels and gave Addison what she hoped was a cheery smile. “What’s next, Coach?” she chirped breathlessly.

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rgblck:

“I’m not going to fight with you,” he sighed.  There wasn’t any fight left in him.  “I can’t – I have no interest.”  She stood there like she was going to try to force him to talk, and she could try – but if he managed to keep the Dark Lord out he was fairly certain he could do the same with this girl.

“I’m not a threat.  You can stand here and irrationally yell, or you can leave.  Or you can come in and Floo Ted.  I really, really do not care as long as you stop causing a scene on the front porch.”

Hestia glared at him. “I’m hardly being irrational,” she retorted. Not now, not these days. Still, she lowered her wand. If he had meant her any harm, it was likely he would have done it by now. No, instead, he just looked...tired. Exhausted really. Under other circumstances, Hestia might have felt bad about jumping down his throat, but she didn’t, not really. 

“But I will come in,” she nodded, deciding. She picked up the biscuits and the books she had dropped to the ground. Her heart still beat fast as she neared him knowing this could be a trap, but she didn’t feel threatened by him. She didn’t think he intended to hurt her. Hestia only hoped she was right.

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emiliarosier:

“That’s what all addicts say, Hestia!,” she exclaimed, pretending to be extremely worried for her friends wellbeing. In all honesty, there was only one person she thought could manage this animals, and that person was Hestia. She had such a determined kindness in her, such a way of caring for others without even noticing it, that it only seemed right that she owned more pets than seemed logical. Emilia wasn’t sure she would be able having so many animals to look after to, was sure that she’d spread herself thin trying to make sure all got the same amount of love and attention. She was exhausted thinking about it. Besides, there wasn’t much more room in her little home for any more pets. 

Hestia’s sharp tone surprised her, and Emilia bit on the inside of her cheek. “No, you’re okay,” she said, tone soft, maybe even hesitant. She could not imagine what this was like. “That’s … jeez, Hes, that’s crazy.” She was quiet for a second — what did you say when your friend was being framed for a crime as serious as murder? There was no guide book on this, there was only intuition, and Emilia had little of that. All her interactions were based on what she knew others wanted to her, but right now she didn’t know what Hestia needed. “I’m so sorry,” she added eventually. “They’re crazy to think it was you. They’re going to let it go, I’m sure of it.”

She sat down, teeth digging themselves in her lip, her brows furrowed. The war was everywhere, no matter how hard she tried to turn a blind eye to it. “Can I do something for you?”

“I can stop any time I want!” Hestia retorted, her expression making it clear she was going along with Emilia’s teasing. That was, after all, also something addicts said. They could stop any time they wanted. Hestia didn’t say she wasn’t getting any more animals, though, because she knew that would just be tempting fate. The world would laugh at her and throw another critter in her path in need of rescuing. Hestia would never turn away from anyone in need--animal or human--but she certainly had enough on her plate at the moment without adding another living being she was responsible for to the mix. 

Hestia sighed. She knew she had surprised Emilia. She usually tried to be mild mannered, but sometimes the bullshit got to her. “It’s fine,” she said, waving away Emilia’s apology. It was not her fault, after all. She also refrained from asking how Emilia could be sure that they would let the idea that she was involved go. No one could be sure. Especially not with her being accused in the first place. She would have thought that would have been too absurd of an idea to begin with. 

“I doubt it,” Hestia shrugged, leaning back against the counter. “I’m just...waiting.” It was the waiting that was the worst. She wanted her wand back so at least she didn’t feel as if she were waiting defencelessly. She had had a nightmare just last night about people breaking into her flat and dragging her out and off to Azkaban. Never mind that Hestia knew she was innocent. 

[hestiathemuggleborn]

dog days || March 3, 2018

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maisienessa:

Maisie nodded along in agreement with Hestia. It was fairly normal for mean dogs to get a lot meaner as time went on. Problems like blindness and going deaf only compounded the issue. She knew Hestia probably had a lot more experience with dogs than she did, too, so she was ready to accept just about anything she was told up front. After all, the younger girl was studying to be a vet, right? Maisie might outclass her when it comes to knowledge of cows and goats and rearing farm animals but- she’d only had so many dogs in her life and a lot of her life had been spent in isolation. 

“Cats can be like that, yeah. Moira was being particularly clingy this morning,” She called her brood together, watching them line up before moving to stand next to Hestia, following after her, “It was no rush. I’ve been up for a while, it’s mostly just these trouble makers that made me late. And I sort of lost track of time working on some photographs I’m submitting later.”

Smiling she followed Hestia’s lead down the street, “Speaking of coffee, though - you wouldn’t happen to want to stop and get some before we go to the park, would you? I didn’t have any this morning and there’s a little place around the corner.” Alistair seemed to perk up at the statement and Maisie smiled at him, “Yeah, I’m talking about your girlfriend,” She said to him before leaning over to Hestia, “Ali here has a crush on one of the baristas. They have little dog biscuits they give out there that are shaped like bagels.”  

“Funny how they can not want anything to do with you one moment, and not want you to leave the next, huh?” Hestia commiserated. Cats were contrary creatures. Hestia secretly agreed with those who said they were like women that way. She could see the similarities in any case. There had been plenty of moments in Hestia’s own life when she had pushed people away only to be heartbroken when they actually left. 

Hestia looked over at Maisie with an excited smile. “What photos? What are they for? I’ll be sure to watch out for them.” Hestia got a thrill just from looking at things like her friend’s work in publication. She was just so happy for her, and proud of her every time. 

“I’m easy,” she nodded. “Lead the way.” There was no such thing as too much coffee. Hestia felt that some days she lived off the stuff. She laughed at Alistair’s expression. “Man you’ve got it bad,” she teased the dog playfully. “But if she’s cute and gives out dog biscuits, I can see why.” 

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questioned || OPEN

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macdnald:

Mary didn’t like feeling like she needed people. She thought it stemmed from being a middle child, from growing up among other siblings, not necessarily less loved, but still in the middle, but it could just as well be because of having to deal with trauma at a young age, or being kicked off without a diploma, or losing her best friend months ago. She was used to having to be independent. It was something she had taught herself over the years, and while it hadn’t always been necessary, she know didn’t know how to depend on others any more. 

They could all disappear so easily, after all.

You will be fine. The words echoed in her mind for a moment, Mary letting them bounce of the walls of her mind. She hadn’t known how much she had needed to hear that. While she hated to admit it, she worried for herself sometimes – not in a selfish way, per se, just in a human one – and to have someone she trusted and believed tell her she’d be fine was something that soothed her, if only for a moment. 

“You really think so?,” she asked, before realising the words spilled from her lips. Mary wasn’t too hopeful about her future. She had handpainted a kick-me-sign on her back for the Death Eaters, was someone destined to be a martyr. She could already see the headlines the day after her death, the social media campaign on the RED accounts. Her dead wouldn’t even be the worst thing; it’d probably give their cause more weight. It was a scary thought, but a true one. The world loved meaningful deaths.

She laughed a little. “Lovely little creatures, they are,” she said, thinking of Bowie for a moment. Mary almost wished they could’ve brought their dogs with them, so they could pet them now. There was a quiet comfort in owning a pet. They didn’t expect you to say anything when you were upset, just sat with you and seemed to understand. 

“Of course I do,” Hestia said, the words rushing out like an exhaled breath, a prayer. She squeezed Mary’s hand again, trying to convey her confidence and support to her friend. “I know you will be.” Hestia wished she had skills at Divination or the ability to see the future so she could offer the other woman something tangible. The fact that Mary wanted reassurance from her at all touched Hestia. Mary was so strong and capable. She was a force of nature. That she would accept comfort from Hestia warmed the younger girl, made her feel valued.

“Things will get better,” she said firmly. Hestia didn’t fool herself. She knew that the next few years would be difficult. The Death Eaters would not go quietly. But the Order would not give up. RED would not give up. And they would triumph. They had to. 

“Besides, we’re survivors, all right?” Hestia added with a smile, nudging Mary with her shoulder. Mary was not only a survivor, but a fighter. Her struggles made her stronger, more determined. Hestia admired the woman who had taken her setbacks and used them to propel her forward. It was what Hestia tried to do as well.

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shackles-and-bolts:

Kingsley was a people pleaser. It was part of the reason it made his relationship with his parents so tough. So, even though Hestia was his friend, it was hard to imagine she’d want him here if she was in the middle of something. He just didn’t want to be a burden. But if she said she wanted him there, he’d have to believe her. “What are you studying?” he asked, glancing at the handwriting but not really reading any of it. He was glad he was out of school, especially when he caught sight of all the books.

He looked down at his phone and he shrugged and put it back in his pocket. “Nah, I’ll get it another time.” He had been pretty out of it lately, but he wasn’t about to let anyone know that. He was just trying to check up on everyone else, but judging from the call, Lily had probably caught on—of course. “Right now I’m hanging out with you.”

“Anatomy,” Hestia replied. She sometimes thought that regular doctors had it easier. At least human bodies were the same for the most part. Veterinarians had to learn about various animal anatomies and physiologies. Dogs, cats, hamsters, you name it. Hestia liked the challenge, but sometimes trying to keep it all straight gave her a headache. “You never realize how many animals there are in the world until you have to start studying their insides,” she said, a little teasingly. 

She nodded, not quite sure if he was being polite or if it was someone he didn’t want to talk to. Either way, Hestia supposed it was none of her business. She smiled warmly at him when he spoke. “I appreciate that,” she said. It seemed that people were less present of late. Perhaps because of the inclusion of technology into the wizarding world, perhaps because there was just so much to worry about. But it was nice that Kingsley had wanted to spend time with her, and even nicer that he was willing to be there while doing it. “Can I get you anything?” she asked. Hestia thought he looked a little less animated than usual, but maybe he was just hungry or something. Or tired.

[ameliawil]

remus lupin & @hestiathemuggleborn, march 3rd, 2018 hestia’s house closed

Remus ran his hands over his face, trying to wipe the exhaustion and stress off of his face with one go. Obviously- this didn’t work. Worth a shot. He thought to himself with the slightest of chuckles before pulling himself out of bed and glanced at the clock. Nearly noon. Not shocking, but not the latest he had slept the day after a full moon.  He wasn’t refreshed, ready to take on the day and tackle all of life’s challenges, but Remus really didn’t want to wallow in self pity today; so he would just counteract that. In some way.

Lupin had gone through the motions with his morning the day after the full moon, eat breakfast, shower, clean everything he could. That filled up about half of his afternoon. At this point it was three and he had no idea what he could possibly do that didn’t include napping and doing nothing with his life, until he thought of Hestia that is. Grabbing his phone, he thought a mild ‘are you doing anything at this exact moment’ text, before grabbing his wand and finding himself just in front of Hestia’s front door.

Laughing a bit to himself, at both the randomness of his decision, Remus took his right hand and knocked three times lightly, before what seemed like a stampede of dogs came barreling towards the door and started barking fiercely. Though he wasn’t scared of the dogs in the slightest, he took the slightest step back as he waited for Hestia to open the door.

[hestiathemuggleborn]

When her phone buzzed from where she had forgotten it on the kitchen table, Hestia was too lazy to get up to get it, and not lazy enough to Summon it. She had a book in her hand and a dog across her feet, and really didn’t need to go check her phone right at this minute. When someone knocked on her door, though, Hestia realized the phone might have provided some warning, however slight. 

Getting to her feet, Hestia looked down at herself in dismay. She had been lounging in an oversized sweatshirt and leggings. She wore no makeup, and her hair was piled atop her head in a bun, wisps escaping around her face. But there was no time to change. Her dogs were barking at the door and someone was waiting on the other side. 

With a sigh and a well there’s no help for it attitude, Hestia made her way to the door. “Back,” she ordered the dogs, moving through them. “Sit,” she added when they were far enough from the door for her liking. Obediently, three butts hit the floor. They knew how things worked when someone came to the door. 

When Hestia opened the door and saw who was on the other side, she couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face. “Remus, hi,” she said, unconsciously tucking a strand of escaped hair behind her ear. He looked tired and pale, but with all that had been happening these days, could she really blame him?

“Come on in,” she said, stepping back and opening the door wider. “Is everything all right?” He didn’t have the frantic or panicked look that one usually got when something had happened. But he was wan and a little peaky and it made Hestia just want to press a hot mug into his hand and give him something to eat. 

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peterpettigrxw:

In that moment, Hestia sounded like a pamphlet for anxiety. He could hear her saying the same words his mom had repeated, just don’t think about it. Don’t let it get to you. It was an awfully big lie, especially coming from his mother of all people. But here Hestia was, trying to comfort him. He could feel it, he could hear the touch of sincerity in her voice– that was new. 

“This isn’t living, none of us are living.” Peter’s words came out harsher than he intended, but he didn’t regret them. The war made them fighters, it made them warriors– but none of them were allowed to be kids anymore. Or at the very least young adults, even that would’ve been better than who Peter felt like he needed to be. Just as he was about to elaborate, just as he was about to explain why he felt like a lifeless shell– Hestia did the last thing he expected and hugged him. Her arms slid around his body so easily, and Peter just felt his shoulders slump against hers. He buried his face in her neck and fell silent, only breaking it to take deep, ragged breaths. 

“I don’t– we’re not– you’re not safe, Hestia.” Peter’s voice was just above that of a whisper, slightly muffled as he was pressed against the skin of her neck.

Hestia wondered if Peter had any idea what living was. Did any of them? Really? Hestia had come to believe that it was just necessary to grin and bear it. Make the best of things. If she carried everything she had ever been through with her as more than a memory or a lesson for experience, she would never move. She would be weighed down by the grief and hardships that had shaped her early years. But Hestia had not allowed that. She was determined to look on the bright side, no matter what. Even now with everything that was going on. 

She was going to ask him, but the way he relaxed in the hug made Hestia unwilling to break the spell of the moment. Her arms tightened around him, body shifted to adjust for the embrace. Hestia was glad that this seemed to be helping. It worried her to see Peter so worked up. 

A shiver ran through Hestia’s body at Peter’s words, though maybe it was just a reaction to his breath on her neck. She continued stroking his hair, though, letting the tingle of fear subside. “What do you mean, Pete?” she asked softly, her tone still soothing. She wasn’t sure he even knew what he was saying. 

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miriamstrcut:

Miriam grinned, a cheeky thing that made her face look more vibrant, as though someone had somehow upped the saturation on her face. “Ah, my bad,” she said, stepping away. “I’m hogging all the water. And here I was accusing you of merely taking in my beauty. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not judging. I would too.” She winked, crossing her arms over her chest before looking down at the animals beside her. “Oh my goodness you have dogs!” Miriam practically squealed as she sat down on her knees to pet a couple of them. “Hello buddies,” she said, patting one’s head. “Okay so I need all of their names, ages, what kinds of treats they like…”

Hestia laughed, not at the woman’s attitude, but...at the woman’s attitude. It was not an unkind laugh, though, just one of genuine amusement. Here was a woman with a good dose of self confidence. Hestia could admire that. 

The woman rose a couple more points in Hestia’s estimation at her reaction to the dogs. She just didn’t understand the people who shied away or looked at the animals with disgust. “Well the Rotty is Hercules. He’s a big, dumb, lovable idiot,” she said, smiling affectionately at him. He gave her a whuff in response, as if in agreement. “And he’s two. Zeus is the Doberman and he is king of the castle, or so he likes to think. He’s six, still got lots of energy, and definitely has his own sense of humour.” Hestia’s hand went down to stroke Athena’s head, the dog having stayed close by Hestia’s side. She was still learning how to be a normal dog rather than a working one. “You can go say hi,” she said, looking down at the Malinois. “That’s Athena,” she said when the dog delicately stepped up. “She’s four.” 

Hestia watched the dogs with a pride and affection she reserved mostly for animals. “Herc will eat anything, Zeus likes meat, bread, cheese, Athena has mostly had dog treats, but she’s trying out new things.” She looked back at the woman, making eye contact. “Sorry that was a lot,” she said with a rueful laugh. 

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alrightcvans:

Lily knew Hestia was kind, had always known that about her, and yet it was the maturity that supported her friend’s words that almost broke her heart. There was nothing like knowing someone you loved had grown up too fast; had their childhood ripped out from under them faster than you could step on the rug. Hestia was one person who Lily just wished, desperately, that she could save from this world. 

“You don’t deserve this,” Lily said, softly, as Hestia scooted closer to her. The words were meant to stay in her thoughts but somehow had slipped out past her lips. However, Lily didn’t regret saying them. They were the truth, after all. “You deserve so much more than what is happening to you and I’m so sorry we live in such a shitty world.”

The magical world was supposed to be an escape. For Lily, it was her world but often times it felt as though it wasn’t. Any moment, her magic could be stripped from her; the way she made her living taken away; the integral part of her life laid bare and broken on the floor. The Death Eaters were trying to take that from innocent people and in doing so they were trying to take their lives. Lily never would understand. She knew Hestia wouldn’t either. 

Resting her head on Hestia’s, Lily sighed ever so slightly. “Thank you,” she said. “I really needed to hear that. Has anyone ever told you you’d be a great therapist?” Lily’s lips widened into a smile, her small joke making her feel a little better, at least.

Hestia gave Lily a soft, sad smile. This, this was nothing. Well, it was something to be a suspect in a murder, but if there was any justice in their world, they would rule her out soon enough. Hestia wasn’t worried about that. She wouldn’t allow herself to worry. She had to believe that due process would show in due course that she had nothing to do with the murder. She had to.

“It’s all right,” she replied. “We all deserve more.” No one deserved to have to go through a war. And that’s what this was, a war. It was a war on their way of life, each side fighting for the world they wanted to live in. If there was going to be a war, at least Hestia could understand it being about something as important as that. But she still didn’t like to see the way it affected her friends, dampened their smiles. Worries and fears did not belong on the shoulders of young adults like them. Lily and James, and Alice and Frank should be celebrating the first years of their sons’ lives, not having to take precautions to make sure they all lived another day.

She gave a slight giggle, careful not to move or dislodge Lily. Her friend’s weight was comforting against her. “It’s true,” she promised. “And no, no one has ever told me that.” Hestia wouldn’t go for that anyway. She preferred helping sick, suffering, innocent animals...and her friends. Becoming a therapist would mean listening to people bitch and moan about problems she didn’t even think were problems. And Hestia would know. She had problems. 

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frcnklinlong:

He tried to nod at her words but instead just pulled her back into a hug, wanting to help her more. Frank felt helpless, though, in this situation. He didn’t often feel that way. As an auror, it was rare to feel completely helpless. After all, you were part of the law, so you had certain perks that many other citizens weren’t afforded. Frank knew about big events before the news could report them; he knew when people were hurting and when the Ministry wouldn’t allow them to say anything. Right now, he even wondered if this event would show up in the Prophet’s papers or if only the Phoenix would be reporting it.

“I’ll get you home,” he said, softly. “I’ll do my best anyway. I can’t promise right away but we’ll be out of here soon.” The Ministry couldn’t hold them forever, after all, and they only needed to talk to a few more people before letting everyone go. Frank was here for these moments, the moments where people felt as though they were trapped, but it was harder when the people were his friends; those he cared about the most in the world. “I could set you up some blankets, though? Make a little fort somewhere in the corner?”

She couldn’t help smiling at him. Frank was just so genuine, so good. Hestia didn’t know how she had managed to find so many good people in her life, but she had. They wanted to do what was right, and what was best for others. They truly cared. Hestia wondered if she had made friends like they were in school, if she had had friends like them growing up, if she might be further along now. 

 She knew that Frank would help her to leave right now if he could. The sentiment was really all she needed. Hestia knew that none of this was his fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault really. Hestia didn’t even blame the Aurors. They were just doing their jobs. She blamed whoever had killed poor Elaine with her wand. They were the ones at fault. 

“A fort? Here?” she shook her head, laughing a little. “Frank, I’m trying to attract less attention, not more,” she teased, rolling her eyes. 

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peterpettigrxw:

Listen to her, she’s already sick of seeing you overreact to something so small. A small part of Peter knew Hestia was trying, that she somehow gave a shit. But the rest of Peter was actively convincing him otherwise. Peter, it’s okay. “I know it’s okay, I just don’t feel okay? I can’t entirely explain it, I don’t get why it feels like this– there’s just this massive rock tied to my brain that’s pulling it down and I can’t get rid of it.” He was speaking too fast, in some way hoping that the simple energy of speaking would distract his brain from reminding him he was a piece of shit. 

Peter felt her hands against his and wanted to melt right there. He wanted to relax his muscles and he wanted to hug her. He wanted nothing more than to just be held for a minute– something to both comfort him and keep him grounded. Peter’s mind was like a movie, he was watching every moment he’d ever messed up– everything from stepping on a crack with his mother to hearing Alice’s screams in the dead of the night. Make it stop. He wished Hestia could read minds, he wished Hestia knew his anxiety, he wished someone knew his anxiety.  

Safe. His brain heard Hestia’s words and latched instantly, taking the opportunity to talk the word to death. “But I’m not safe, you’re not safe– none of us are safe. We’re all fucked, we’re all gonna die eventually it’s just a matter of how. Merlin,” he took a shakey breath and looked up at her again, “I don’t want to die. I’m so fucking terrified of dying.”

Hestia felt for her friend, she truly did. She didn’t react as strongly as he seemed to, but she understood not feeling right. Her logical self knew when her thoughts began skipping down the path to the illogical, the unreasonable, and she did her best to catch herself. But she could see the struggle in Peter’s face and knew that she would have to catch him instead. If she could. 

She felt him relax a little with her hands cupped around his fists. Maybe Hestia could catch him literally as well as figuratively. She waited until his barrage of words finished. “No one wants to die, Pete,” she said softly. No one except those who were suffering or in pain. “But we’re all going to die eventually, you’re right. So we just have to do our best to live.” She knew that probably wasn’t exactly comforting, but Hestia doubted she’d be able to placate him with any lies. Peter knew that they would all die, it was a part of life. All she could do was try to help him through that, and whatever had hold of him now. 

Moving closer, Hestia slid her arms around Peter’s neck, pulling him closer. “Even if we’re not safe, you’re safe now,” she said firmly. She hugged him, one hand cupping the back of his neck, the other stroking his hair. “Just breathe.” 

[marleymicks-deactivated20180930]

She’s grown used to hangovers, used to feeling like complete and utter shit until she could turn around and drown Marlene McKinnon again, and again, the frayed pieces of her slowly unraveling away to nothing.  She wraps her hands around a mug of black coffee, trying to ignore someone’s discarded copy of the Prophet laying tantalizingly on the countertop beside her.  She won’t read it; she’ll go online later and look for more bad news.  She frowns down at her mug and winces.  

“Oh, Merlin’s saggy y-fronts, I’d damn near kill for a bacon sandwich.”

[hestiathemuggleborn]

Hestia looked up at the voice, wondering if she was being spoken to. She wasn’t sure whether she hoped for it or not. Still, she smiled, amused by the older girl’s colourful language. It made Hestia feel more kindly towards her for some reason. “I don’t have a bacon sandwich, but you’re welcome to half a muffin if ya’d like,” she offered.

[miriamstrcut]

Open starter.

A park near Diagon Alley.

March 2, 2018.

Miriam always had loved to run.

She never particularly liked exercise, though, so the first time she ran she wasn’t expecting to like running. Cardio always made her feel as though she might die, and despite dancing in clubs throughout her early twenties, Miriam stayed as far away from the thought of losing calories as she could. 

As she rounded the corner, the sun peaking through the fog that always seemed to form in London, a rare smile crossed her lips. Her usual vibrancy was dulled recently due to the constant pressure she was receiving from the war. But running always seemed to make that pressure disappear as though it were only a dream. 

Her feet pounded the pavement until she reached a nearby water fountain. After taking a long sip, she looked up to see someone eyeing her from not too far away.

“Oi, mate,” she laughed, waving at the person. “You wanna take a picture? It might last a little bit longer.”

[hestiathemuggleborn]

Hestia looked up, meeting the woman’s eyes. She flushed. “Just waiting to use the fountain,” she called back, her voice overly cheery in her attempt to avoid any awkwardness. She could use a drink, and the dogs liked snapping at the stream. She didn’t usually let them do it when anyone else was around, for fear someone would complain about the dirty animals near the fountain. It wasn’t as if Hestia let them put their mouths on the spout, though. 

[hestiathemuggleborn]

remusxsrsly:

Remus knew it was completely stupid that he reacted as heavily as he had- but it was too late at this point. His face was bright and he was still mumbling over his words without any plans of stopping. “I didn’t-” He started again, as if it was going to fix anything. He was finally able to stop talking at this point, though his mind was still going a million miles an hour. It stopped, actually. For a microsecond when she flicked her hair back and fell promptly back in her face. He couldn’t explain it but he also wasn’t going to open that can of worms. “What would I do without you, Jones?” Remus mocked, softly jabbing her in the ribs before running his own hand through his hair and letting out a soft laugh at the thought of it. “Who would give me their children, willingly, you think?” He smirked. He didn’t mean it in a way to gain him pity- so someone would rush over and hand over their child and tell him how darling he was. It was just the fact that he never really pictured himself with an actual child, that he was purely responsible for.“ No one should ever take me seriously.” 

Hestia laughed and swatted his hand away, body swaying a little to collapse in on itself with his move as she tried to protect her side. “Be a lot more bored?” she suggested, still giggling a little. She wasn’t sure whether he was serious or not. Out of the Marauders she thought Remus was actually the most responsible--though James was quickly starting to give Remus competition what with Harry to look after. “Well I don’t think it counts as willingly if you’re forcing them to in payment for something,” she said, continuing the tease, her tone making it sound as if that were obvious. “Nor I,” she agreed. She preferred if people took what she said as a joke for the most part. Then they were more likely to laugh rather than think her odd or too serious.

[hestiathemuggleborn]

peterpettigrxw:

Peter shrugged, as he felt himself sort of closing in on itself. It wasn’t often to see someone somewhat react to his vocal knowledge of not being wanted. Most of the time they didn’t notice it. “I guess, yeah, sure.” His words were a stumbled mess, somewhere between a mumble and a croak. Peter figured this was some nicety, something she was doing merely to keep up the idea that she wanted him around. So, he went and sat next to her on the couch. Without realizing he was doing it, Peter sat with his legs close together, his shoulders hunched, and his fingers spiraling together in his lap. 

Shit. Peter watched her stand, immediately second guessing his sitting down as a whole. “I-I– Fuck,” he shut his eyes hard and felt his fists clench. “I don’t– I don’t know what to do.” Peter became very uncomfortable very quickly, and began tapping his fingers on his thighs in quick beats of seven. Awful, he was fucking awful. Onetwothree. He was such an convenience to Hestia– he was literally the last person she wanted to see right now. It was all his fault, everything. All because he was a completely indecisive coward and couldn’t form a thought of his own to save his life. Three. Peter’s breathing picked up, becoming more harsh. Fourfivesix. He put his head down and let his thoughts swirl, slowly bringing his entire mood with them. Seven. Make it stop. Onetwothree. He just wanted them to stop– he couldn’t do this here, not now. Peter put his fists against his ears, as if somehow that would keep it all in. Fourfivesixseven.

Hestia could see Peter losing control...and fighting to regain it. She wasn’t sure exactly what was happening, or rather, she understood, but hadn’t seen it quite so obviously in Peter before. Her stomach knotted as Hestia realized she had done this to him. She wasn’t sure what to do, but she wanted to help. 

She leaned forward, one hand on his knee. “Peter, it’s okay,” she said softly. She gave his knee a gentle squeeze. Hestia tilted her head, trying to catch his eye. “Whatever you need, I’m right here.” For once she wished she had gone to medical school or had studied psychology, anything that might give her a clue as to what to do in this situation. But all Hestia could do was offer him herself, her calming nature, her soothing words, the touch to let him know that he wasn’t alone. 

Not knowing whether it would help or not, Hestia leaned in closer. She put her hands around his fists up by his ears. “I want you to stay, Pete,” she said firmly, but gently. “Just come back to me.” She didn’t know whether she was being overdramatic or not, whether she was saying the right thing. If he pushed her away, so be it, but maybe even that would be able to distract him from whatever was pulsing inside his head.

“It’s okay, Peter, you’re safe.”

[hestiathemuggleborn]

frcnklinlong:

Frank sighed at her admission, hating that Hestia had to go through this process. He knew exactly what they were doing to the wand; in fact, he could picture it in his mind right now. They had a meticulous process to ensure that they received the proper results. Frank enjoyed watching forensics work, although was mostly placed in the field (until recently but that was not the point). 

He could imagine, though, just how nervous she was about not having her wand attached to her hip. Frank couldn’t imagine going without his wand. It felt like getting a part of you ripped away. While the Ministry would take good care of the wand, and return it in perfect condition, there was so much fear in not knowing that Frank practically felt Hestia’s emotions. Clearing his throat, Frank reached out a hand and pulled Hestia in tight, hugging her gently. Not because he felt pity for her but because he was just angry at the situation. He knew he’d need a hug right now.

“You are so strong, Tia,” he said, softly. “I would be going mad if they took my wand away even for ten minutes.” He pulled away, placing his hands on her shoulders. “Listen,” he continued. “I’ll do my best to get your wand back to you first thing in the morning. If you want, you can even come with me to the Ministry. You don’t need to be without your wand for long, alright?”

Hestia’s laugh was half snort, half sob, but with Frank she was finding it didn’t matter. She wasn’t strong, though. She didn’t feel it. She felt weak and beat down. It was just one thing after another it seemed. And becoming a vet and simply vanishing into the Muggle world was looking more and more attractive every day. It would hurt her to leave magic behind, but if she could find a life and her place in the world, it might be worth it. At least then she wouldn’t be looked upon with suspicion because no one knew how the magic had gotten into her veins. 

She nodded, looking at his stupidly earnest face. Anyone else other than Frank and Hestia would have laughed again in their faces. But she believed he really could do it, or would try his best. “I just want to go home,” she said softly. She wanted the comfort of her animals around her, the coziness of her bed. She wanted to hide from the world, and wait until she had her wand back before venturing outside. The world was a dangerous place after all, especially these days. And Hestia was made more helpless by the confiscation of her wand. It was evidence after all, and she honestly did not expect to get it back any time soon.