She’d heard the saying once before that you could’ve truly appreciate what you had until it was gone. And how true of a sentiment that was, now that she had lived through it. So many people were missing, and deep down, she knew that she should’ve been one of them, had it not been for Rabastan’s quick thinking. But despite knowing that others were missing, other friends and other good people who had been kidnapped without a trace - the only thing she could focus on was Mary. It’d only been four days since the events following Millicent’s speech, but it had felt like an eternity - days stretched out that never seemed to end, as Hestia could only compare it to feeling as if the heart had been stolen right out of her chest. What a world to live in, being a girl who thrived on emotions. It was bleak, dark, practically unlivable.
And so she did the only thing she could think to do - threw herself into work. Never before had she had the courage to walk to the editor and demand something, never before had she believed that she’d be granted it in return. But being a member of the press had it’s perks - people knew her voice, they knew her name and they listened to her, and when she spoke of how Mary and Daisy needed to be brought home as soon as possible, they listened and they rallied around her. Spending too long thinking or wondering was just that much longer that Mary was missing without Hestia to find her, and so she had steeled herself off to whatever she might’ve been feeling. Any worries, any fears, any troubles or sadness - there was no use in considering it. Mary was gone, and until Hestia found her, her safe return was the only thing that mattered.
Throwing the door to the basement open, her eyes were already scanning the darkness as she looked for something. Anything. She had never dealt with Death Eaters before, and even though she was hoping for the best - she didn’t know what she was supposed to be expecting. Being busy had allowed her mind to not wonder to the possibilities of what could’ve happened following the kidnappings, but she knew - she knew what may have happened. She was naive, but not stupid.
It was quiet, until - a voice. Her legs were carrying her down the flight of stairs before she had heard the entirety of her name leave Mary’s lips. It was barely a whisper, but she heard it, the sweetest sound that she could remember hearing in recent memories. Her heart was already thrumming heavily in her chest, the steps falling under her feet two at a time until she felt the floor underneath her, the only thing that seemed to serve as a reminder that she was still standing on her two feet, rather than crumpling at the sight of Mary in front of her.
She managed the rest of the distance to Mary, before her arms were reaching out, her hands moving to gently cup Mary’s face in them, tenderly in fear of any injuries. She just - she needed to touch her - make sure that she was okay, that she was truly here. “Mary, you’re here. You’re okay, you’re here,” she choked out, her words rushing together as the worries and the fears and the emotions that she’d shoved down over the past days suddenly came rushing back forward. Relief seemed to supersede them all, though, feeling like she could exhale for the first time in days. “We need to get you and Daisy out of here. Are you hurt?”
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