Old Faces, New Places
Date: June 28th, 1984
Location: Prewett Estate,
Time: Mid-day
@elliotofvanity
Hestia had been surprised to hear that they were receiving a new member. She’d been shocked to walk in and discover Elliot from Zonko’s. She’d been absolutely blown away to discover that he was, in fact, Elliot Vanity.
She’d only encountered him occasionally at her father’s job, whenever Clifford had roped her into assisting with some inventory or bringing him his lunch when he’d forgotten it, but she’d somehow never put together the resemblance, both in features and in mannerisms. He’d just been another one of her dad’s teenaged coworkers.
Now, Hestia was waiting in the entry room for Elliot, to show him around the estate and officially reveal just how much of this completely illegal organization Hestia was wrapped up in to one of her father’s former coworkers.
She hoped he had no plans to try and take his job back. She couldn’t risk anything leaking to her father about what exactly “working late” meant.
When she heard the familiar whooshing sound, Hestia went to smooth her hair out of habit. Then, she recalled the time she’d tried to help Elliot levitate a rather large box and had wound up with her hair covered in some sort of sticky pink slime.
No use trying to keep up appearances here.
Instead, she smiled at Elliot a bit weakly, placing a hand on one of her hips, a bit more casual than the last time she’d seen him in relation to the Order.
“Hello, Elliot. Did you manage getting here all right?”
Then, she thought of something kindly to say, perhaps to help alleviate any nerves he may be having.
“By the way, my father’s already sent me multiple owls telling me just how devastated he was to see you go. Says he and the rest already miss you around the shop.”