#hestia1

[ameliasbones]

When: 5 April 1980 Where: Banchory Museum of Magical Art Who: Amelia + @hestiajones

Her head had been quirked to the side so many times today, there was now a kink in Amelia’s neck. She tried to rub it out with her hand, squinting at yet another piece of work. “It’ll never make sense to me.”

[lexbragnam]

When: 14.03.1980 Where: Great Hall Who: Lex Bragnam & Hestia Jones @hestiajones

“Did you know that Helga Hufflepuffs recipes are still used today whenever there’s a great feast?”

[julietbenci]

When: 6 March 1980 Where: Hestia’s Prefect Suite Who: Jennifer + @hestiajones

“Borgin,” she huffed, after a solid few minutes of silence. No, it was not her name, but it was sure to get Hestia’s attention. Perhaps Jennifer meant business.

[edgxrbxnxs]

WHO: Edgar Bones and Hestia Jones WHEN: Friday, March 3rd, 1978. 12:38PM. Lunch Time. WHERE: The Great Hall

Edgar held his hand underneath the ladle and then dropped a large helping of cheese pudding onto his plate. It was lunchtime at Hogwarts and the Great Hall was buzzing with the noise of students talking from each of the four tables. Edgar was feeling particularly good that day. His classes had been fairly pleasant, Gabrielle looked as beautiful as ever, and in just a few short days, his father would be leaving Hogwarts. It wasn’t that he didn’t like having Dad around, but he had grown weary of their constant disagreements. It would be quite nice to be independent again, and to stop looking over his shoulder every time he was doing something that his dad wouldn’t approve of. 

Glancing around, Edgar took in the sight of his housemates. Most were in conversation with the people around them. Gabrielle, with Liliane. Ludo, with Alexei. Lockhart seemed to be bothering Rookwood, which Edgar felt a moment of amusement over. He turned to his left, where Hestia Jones was also beginning her lunch. He smiled, “Having a good day, Hestia?”

@hestia-jones

[hookcms]

@ofbrokenwands

“But hear me out, Hestia! Just hear me out.” The words next were slowly coming as the rum going to Daisy first. Hanging out with her best friend often involved a drink of choice for the night, and then something dumb to follow right after. “What if...your official title was....songer?” She sat straight faced and tried to compose her. “It’s so much easier on the tongue, don’t you think?”

[wxrthirsty-blog]

And a starter it is! - okios ✘

     He looked confused as he did what the Goddess said holding out his arm cautiously, “That’s no small wound Hestia. Were you being clumsy with a sword or two?”