It should have been surprising the way Hestia was cheering up after the day she had with her family; but Kingsley had a way about him. A way that could make anyone's mood improve just by being around him. Maybe it was the way he spoke, his calm, smooth tones. Maybe it was just him. Deep down Hestia knew that if it had been just her, she would have been an emotional wreck with tissues surrounding her in a gigantic, crumpled up pile. Instead, she was laughing and joking with him. "And don't you forget it," she said with a good natured (but gentle) poke in the stomach. For even if she could gain an advantage in a play of words, Hestia had no doubt that Kingsley would win in a battle of wands. Even if he had both arms and both legs cut off.
"That's because people are in such awe and fear of you," she responded. So had she been upon their introduction at her first Order meeting. He wasn't as famous or well known as Moody - really no one ever could or would be - but Kingsley had made a name for himself in the Ministry (and the Prophet) by that time. "Because don't you know that when the boogeyman goes to sleep every night, he checks the closet for you." She looked up at him, bemusement on her face. "Oh? And what will I owe you when you 'do your thing'?" Not she wouldn't give him anything he asked for, because he deserved it and more. "Premium or not, I appreciate it." She reached up and placed a kiss on his jawbone.
She let out a chuckle. "Oh, now I discover how to get my way with you. Just flatter you until I get what I want. I think I can handle that. Have I ever told you how much I like your hands?" she asked as he smoothed one of them down her back, letting out a sigh of contentment. "Good. Because they would deserve every hex I would have sent their way. No. No, you didn't. Where is it going? Speaking of, how's the work on Australia going?"
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Date: 2013-04-06 06:13 am (UTC)"That's because people are in such awe and fear of you," she responded. So had she been upon their introduction at her first Order meeting. He wasn't as famous or well known as Moody - really no one ever could or would be - but Kingsley had made a name for himself in the Ministry (and the Prophet) by that time. "Because don't you know that when the boogeyman goes to sleep every night, he checks the closet for you." She looked up at him, bemusement on her face. "Oh? And what will I owe you when you 'do your thing'?" Not she wouldn't give him anything he asked for, because he deserved it and more. "Premium or not, I appreciate it." She reached up and placed a kiss on his jawbone.
She let out a chuckle. "Oh, now I discover how to get my way with you. Just flatter you until I get what I want. I think I can handle that. Have I ever told you how much I like your hands?" she asked as he smoothed one of them down her back, letting out a sigh of contentment. "Good. Because they would deserve every hex I would have sent their way. No. No, you didn't. Where is it going? Speaking of, how's the work on Australia going?"