rebel with a cause

hestia jones. thirty two. hit witch. order.

[hitvvitch]

mundunguscardosofletcher‌:

Mundungus tends not to write things down. Given the types of appointments he has set, its risky business putting the information down on a piece of paper someone else could get ahold of, and, truthfully, he’s never needed it.

Though he has faults and vices to spare, forgetfulness was not one of them. Mundungus remembers appointments, clients, faces, facts, and dates. Even dates that he tells himself it’s technically not necessary to remember anymore.

That doesn’t stop him from waking up with her on his mind. It’s not the strangest of occurrences, but normally when it happens he’s able to brush the thoughts away, tuck them safely away under false promises of dealing with those emotions later.

While shaving in front of the mirror that morning he looks himself in the eye, insisting that today is just another day and there is no reason to treat it any differently.

Things deteriorate from there. It takes only a few hours for him to decide it’s a common courtesy to at least send an owl, and somehow that leads to his brilliant idea to stop by the Ministry. By the time he’s arrived, he’s nearly talked himself out of seeing her.

But of course, fate has a sense of humor, and as soon as he’s decided he’ll just pop in and bother Frank and avoid searching out Hestia altogether, just happens to be the exact moment when he comes face-to-face—or at least face-to-hair, since Hestia hasn’t looked up yet— with the birthday girl herself.

“No need to try harder on my account,” Mundungus informs her, lips curling into an amused smile. After all, Hestia never really had to try hard when it came to their interactions; he’d always been too easy for the hit witch.  “Didn’t think I’d run into you here. I would have thought surely you’d have the good sense to play hookie on your birthday.”

She recognized the all too familiar voice immediately, and felt a loud sigh slip past closed lips before she could stop it. Rolling her eyes at even Mundungus' presence -- on today of all days, really? -- Hestia brought one hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose tightly, cigarette clamped between two fingers of her other hand, wincing at his use of the word birthday. She brought the smoke back up to her lips, pausing before she could bring herself to even meet his gaze, tossing her hair rather dramatically and making a show of blowing the smoke out at his chest when she did. She offered a tight, false smile, making it clear it's only for show, and readjusted her back against the building she's been leaning on.

"If you didn't think you'd run into me at work, what are you doing at the Ministry? Thought you avoided this place like the plague. Or have you turned over a new leaf?" She raised both eyebrows somewhat mockingly, bringing her cigarette back to her lips and taking a long inhale, this time using the opportunity to lock eyes with him challengingly. He needed to learn to stop pulling shit like this. If she wanted to see him, then she would see him. Showing up at her place of work and hoping to... what? Sweep her off her feet, take her on a romantic birthday dinner? It was, quite frankly, insulting. Was like he didn't even know her. Maybe he never did at all. She had certainly thought he had, once upon a time. Or maybe it all started to go to his head once the -- -- 

"Besides," she said, cutting off the thought before it could fully form, speaking around the paper before taking it from between her teeth with two fingers, "Playing hookie would mean having to acknowledge that today is a holiday. Which, in my book, it isn't." She offered another tight lipped smile and crossed her arms over her chest, flicking off some cigarette ash onto the sidewalk between them.

[hitvvitch]

date: august 1st time: 1:19pm location: outside the ministry of magic status: open

Birthdays never felt like they were meant to be a holiday or a special occasion. Just another year of survival, another page on the calendar ripped off, another day with an ‘x’ through it, and another set of wrinkles around the eyes. It’s not like she couldn’t have cake every day if she wanted. That was one of the perks of being an adult with your own money and no one telling you what you could or couldn’t do. 

And yet, here she was. August the first, nineteen seventy nine. Thirty three years old. Ugh. Someone inside the office had magicked a party hat on her head when she wasn’t paying attention and then taken a picture and now the moving photograph of her in a sparking spotted hat with her thumb stuck in her mouth, deep in concentration, was posted all around the entire department, even the regular Auror section. 

So she had come outside for a smoke and some fresh air. An ironic combination. Head pointed towards the pavement, Hestia sensed someone approaching, but didn’t pay any mind until the a pair of shoes stopped right next to her. She addressed the person, whoever it was -- well, their shoes anyway -- without looking up. “I’m sorry, was I not looking closed off enough for you? Do I need to try harder?”

[hitvvitch]

         era aesthetics *!

BOLD all that apply!

MEDIEVAL. tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. loose ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.

RENAISSANCE. freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your socks on.

BAROQUE. dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colourless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.

CLASSICAL. chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading about mythology.

ROMANTIC. compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.

[quillskeeter]

date: july 14th, 1979 time: 5:49 PM location: zabini estate status: open

delicate fingers circle back and forth on her champagne glass, a disinterested gaze gracing emerald eyes. she had never expected a gala to be such a bore – especially not one she is supposed to write a gossip column about. rita is so desperate she is considering causing a drama – if anyone can do it, it is rita skeeter. the blonde looks down at her golden gown making its way to the floor, eyes focusing on her sandals – eyes sparkling with a bright idea. at the first sign of incoming, rita sticks her foot out slowly. within a few seconds, the disaster has taken place. her victim has fallen on the floor and dropped champagne on everyone nearby – including one of the vases on auction that night. clearing her throat, rita makes her best concerned face as she leans forward to help the other. “oh merlin, are you alright?”

[hitvvitch]

She had been examining the table just to the left when the sound -- and then sight, and then inevitable sticky smell -- of a body, champagne glass in hand, falling to the floor. Hard. Eyes slowly drift from the details of a private date with one Gilderoy Lockhart -- ugh -- to the poor soul who's just become terribly acquainted with the Zabini's marble flooring. Dark, mildly amused gaze then finds it's way to a sandaled foot, still stuck out in the path of the person who's just fallen. Hestia watches, her own glass still in hand, as Rita helps her victim back to their feet, only stepping in for a comment when the person has stepped safely away.

"So, what. Tripping poor, innocent partygoers is your next big Daily Prophet story? You're doing some sort of a prank column now?"

[nomcurners]

date: 14th july 1979 time: 8:00 pm location: zabini estate status: open

Barty was in much better spirits this time around than he usually was at one of these things. Still, he had stepped out for a moment and for once, the air was warm and pleasant rather than chilly. There were a few people milling around but the grounds were vast enough to accommodate them. He had a cigarette dangling from his lips as he looked up at the clear sky, his eyes easily tracing the constellations. He heard footsteps behind him and turned around, blowing out the smoke before speaking, “Bid on anything?”

[hitvvitch]

It was, she supposed, force of habit to patrol the perimeter instead of simply take a casual stroll whenever the moment presented itself. She was able to pick out other Magical Law Enforcement officers in the crowd and let her feet lead her away from them, into less occupied areas, and only then did she begin to let her mind wander ever so slightly.

Hands slipped deep into the magically extended pockets of her romper, she at first wasn't aware that the person speaking was, in fact, speaking to her. It took a moment, but finally her head snapped over in the direction of the voice and she raised her eyebrows in vague surprise. "Erm, no. Get my money from the Ministry, don't feel like giving it right back to them. You?"

[hitvvitch]

               HESTIA JONES 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 MINISTRY GALA

[hitvvitch]

flowerais‌:

types of people

2am - city lights from a high rise, dusty book piles, tired eyes, writing stories, indie concerts, procrastination, denim jackets, classic movies, writing in a diary, impulse shopping, plants on the window ledge

5am - evening drives, dark circles under eyes, neon lights, vivid dreams, broken handwriting, 90s music, leather jackets, tousled hair, late night phone calls, silver necklaces, flannel around their waist

10am - soft blankets, lover of routine, acoustic songs, good grades, bullet journals, pastels and plants, sweet coffee, freshly baked bread, cat washi tape, cozy apartment, long winter coats over turtle neck jumpers, tote bags

1pm - yellow socks, doodles, doc martens, strawberries in the garden, sunflower daydreams, pictures of clouds and best friends, a handful of flowers, peach slices, paint smears on clothes

5pm - gold sunlight, peach ice tea, whispered secrets, swimming in the lake, roses on the wall, french pastries, learning foreign words, soft voices, bike rides and summer picnics, wax stamped envelopes

7pm - dreamy sunsets, evening laughter, cursive handwriting, glossy makeup, soft lighting, photo booths, cherry ice cream, sparkling ocean waves, vintage mirrors, sweet tangerines on a balcony, flowers in a bath

11pm - scented candles, unwanted nostalgia, existential questions, sadness without reason, sitting in the dark and watching the stars, associating songs with past lovers, soft heart, oversized jumpers

[hitvvitch]

doevns:

malitiosa:

YOUR STEREOTYPICAL MASCULINE SIDE

you love hoodies.  you love shorts.   dogs are better than cats.  it’s hilarious when people get hurt.   shopping is torture.   sad movies suck.   you own a car racing game.   you played with hot wheels cars as a kid.   at some point in time you wanted to be a fire fighter.   you owned a ds, ps2, n64, or sega.  you used to be obsessed with power rangers.   you have watched sports on tv.   gory movies are cool.   you go to your dad for advice.   you own like a trillion baseball caps.   you used to collect hockey or baseball cards.   baggy sweats are cool to wear.   it’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.   green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favourite colours.   you love to go crazy and not care what people think.   sports are fun.   you talk with food in your mouth.   you sleep with your socks on at night.   you have fished at least once.

YOUR STEREOTYPICAL FEMININE SIDE

you love to shop.   you wear eyeliner.   you wear the color pink.   you go to your mom to talk.   you consider cheerleading a sport.   you hate wearing the color black.   you like going to the mall.   you like getting manicures and/or pedicures.   you like wearing jewelry.   you cried watching the notebook.   dresses are a big part of your wardrobe.   shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.  you don’t like the movie star wars.   you are/were in gymnastics.   it takes you around one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up.   you smile a lot more than you should.   you have more than 10 pairs of shoes.   you care about what you look like.  you like wearing dresses when you can. you like wearing high heel shoes.  you used to play with dolls as little kid.   you like putting make-up on others.   you like being the star of everything.

APPEARANCE

i am shorter than 5’5”. i have scars. i tan easily. i wish my hair was a different color.   i have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.  i have a tattoo. i am self-conscious about my appearance. i’ve had/have braces. i’ve been told i’m attractive by a complete stranger. i have more than two piercings. i have/had piercings in places besides my ears.

EXPERIENCES

i’ve gotten lost in my city. i’ve seen a shooting star. i’ve wished on a shooting star.  i’ve seen a meteor shower. i’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. i’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.  i’ve kicked a guy where it hurts. i’ve been to a casino. i’ve been skydiving. i’ve gone skinny-dipping. i’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour. i’ve crashed a car. i’ve been skiing. i’ve been in a musical. i’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue. i’ve seen the northern lights. i’ve sat on a rooftop at night.  i’ve played a prank on someone.  i’ve ridden in a taxi. i’ve seen the rocky horror picture show. i’ve eaten sushi. i’ve been snowboarding.

HONESTY/CRIME

i’ve done something i promised someone else i wouldn’t. i’ve done something i promised myself i wouldn’t. i’ve snuck out. i’ve lied to my parents about where i am.  i’ve cheated while playing a game. i’ve ran a red light. i’ve witnessed a crime. i’ve been in a fist fight. i’ve been arrested.

RANDOM

i can sing well. stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant. i open up to others easily. i watch the news. i don’t kill bugs. i sing in the shower. i am a morning person. i paid for a cell phone ring tone. i am a sports fanatic. i twirl my hair. i care about grammar. i have “?”’s in my screen name. i’ve copied more than 30 cds in a day. i bake well. my favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple, or orange. i would wear pajamas to school. i like martha stewart. i know how to shoot a gun. i laugh at my own jokes. i eat fast food weekly. i’ve not turned anything in and still got an a in a certain class. i can’t sleep if there is a spider/cockroach in the room. i am ticklish. i love white chocolate. i bite my nails. i’m good at remembering faces. i’m good at remembering names. i’m good at remembering dates. i honestly have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.

[hitvvitch]

bake a cake from scratch. ride a horse.  drive a submarine. speak a second language. dance.  catch a fish.  play an instrument. throw a punch.  build a deck.  ice skate.  unclog a drain. program a computer.  change a flat tire.  fire a gun.  sew. juggle.  play poker. paint. fly a kite. sculpt. write poetry. change a diaper. sing. shoot a bow & arrow. ride a bike. swim. sail a boat. do a back flip.  play chess. give cpr. pitch a tent.  flirt.  stitch a wound.  read palms. use chopsticks.  write in cursive. use an electric drill. braid hair. make a campfire. make a mixed drink.  do sudoku puzzles.  wrap a gift. give a good massage. jump-start a car.  roll their tongue.  magic tricks.  do yoga. tie a tie. skip a rock. shuffle a deck of cards. read morse code.  pick a lock.

* DASH GAME :  BOLD WHAT YOUR MUSE CAN DO !

[hitvvitch]

GREEK GODS & GODDESSES.

HESTIA GOT : APOLLO.

Apollo has been variously recognized as a god of music, truth and prophecy, healing, the sun and light, plague, poetry, and more. The twin brother of Artemis. He is loyal, fierce, and headstrong. Despite traits such as impulsiveness, he is rather intelligent and graceful.