RP: We only know of one duty.
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Characters: Kingsley Shacklebolt and Hestia Jones.
Setting: Kingsley's house, the evening of Hestia's family's arrival.
Content: SFW. For now.
Status: Open: Closed.
Hestia had welcomed her family's arrival with open arms. There had been tears and hugs (so so many hugs) and overlapping chatter until she directed them to her house. Then there had been explanations, discussions, and lots of tissues being used for the tears. Her house had been filled with people and noise and so much that she had missed during the safe house experience. Her mum hadn't wanted to let her out of her sight and her dad was close behind her mum in clinging close to her. It had been the looks of awe and 'I can't believe she's back with us' that had Hestia feel guilty over everything. Guilty over her agreeing to join the Order, guilt over the fact she volunteered for the safe house, guilty over her death. It was things she had thought she had dealt with and judging by the way she was feeling, she hadn't dealt with them enough.
With promises of seeing them tomorrow ringing in her ears, Hestia typed the message to Kingsley and sat back, thumping her head a few times against the headrest of her chair. She hadn't brought up that she had renewed her relationship with Kingsley, although she was pretty sure that Megan had guessed based on certain things her sister had asked and said today. "I am such an idiot," she said out loud. She knew she should have, but she didn't want to bring down the mood, make her mum go through everything all over again. They had a second chance and Hestia didn't want to screw it up. Course she didn't want to mess things up with Kingsley either. "Such an idiot," she said again.
Packing up an overnight bag, she slipped it over her shoulder and Apprated to the walkway outside of Kingsley's house. Making her way up the steps, she knocked on the door. When no one answered, she tried the lock. As he had said, it was unlocked. Making her way in, she left her shoes by the door and walked to his bedroom. The bag went on the floor next to the dresser and she turned back around and went to the main room. A flick of the switch on her way to the couch had the wireless on.
When Kingsley arrived home, it was to see Hestia sprawled gracelessly across his couch. She hoped he was ready to cuddle with her, because she was in need of them. She was feeling too many emotions than she could count.
Setting: Kingsley's house, the evening of Hestia's family's arrival.
Content: SFW. For now.
Status: Open: Closed.
Hestia had welcomed her family's arrival with open arms. There had been tears and hugs (so so many hugs) and overlapping chatter until she directed them to her house. Then there had been explanations, discussions, and lots of tissues being used for the tears. Her house had been filled with people and noise and so much that she had missed during the safe house experience. Her mum hadn't wanted to let her out of her sight and her dad was close behind her mum in clinging close to her. It had been the looks of awe and 'I can't believe she's back with us' that had Hestia feel guilty over everything. Guilty over her agreeing to join the Order, guilt over the fact she volunteered for the safe house, guilty over her death. It was things she had thought she had dealt with and judging by the way she was feeling, she hadn't dealt with them enough.
With promises of seeing them tomorrow ringing in her ears, Hestia typed the message to Kingsley and sat back, thumping her head a few times against the headrest of her chair. She hadn't brought up that she had renewed her relationship with Kingsley, although she was pretty sure that Megan had guessed based on certain things her sister had asked and said today. "I am such an idiot," she said out loud. She knew she should have, but she didn't want to bring down the mood, make her mum go through everything all over again. They had a second chance and Hestia didn't want to screw it up. Course she didn't want to mess things up with Kingsley either. "Such an idiot," she said again.
Packing up an overnight bag, she slipped it over her shoulder and Apprated to the walkway outside of Kingsley's house. Making her way up the steps, she knocked on the door. When no one answered, she tried the lock. As he had said, it was unlocked. Making her way in, she left her shoes by the door and walked to his bedroom. The bag went on the floor next to the dresser and she turned back around and went to the main room. A flick of the switch on her way to the couch had the wireless on.
When Kingsley arrived home, it was to see Hestia sprawled gracelessly across his couch. She hoped he was ready to cuddle with her, because she was in need of them. She was feeling too many emotions than she could count.
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Date: 2013-04-10 12:29 am (UTC)She took the hand of his that wasn't currently petting her (honestly, if she was a cat, she'd be purring quite loudly by now) and placed it in between both of hers, her thumb giving lazy strokes up and down. "I like the way they feel - warm and encompassing; they make me crave more." The pause had her looking up at him, and as he told her about the poor man, she scrunched up her face. "That poor man," she said. She didn't know what damages the predators over there could do, but she certainly knew enough about predators over here and back in England that she could imagine what the remains looked like and what he had suffered. "At least now the wards are better. Unfortunately, they couldn't have spared that man."
"You certainly seemed to have accomplished so much more from the last time I asked you," Hestia said impressed. If she was remembering correctly, the continent formerly known as Australia had just been chosen. It was wonderful to know that the main buildings were completed. Now hopefully some political leaders that had been on Kingsley's side originally would start coming through and take some of the pressure from his more than capable shoulders. Not that she knew that he couldn't handle it, Hestia knew that he could. She just didn't want him too overly stressed. "My fingers are crossed that everything continues to work out."
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Date: 2013-04-12 04:00 pm (UTC)Kingsley nodded and sighed. He didn't like losing people, but this couldn't have been helped. They took all the precautions working over there. "Sirius really beat himself up over it. Blames himself, the poor sod. He wouldn't let any of the engineers out of his site after that. I don't think he slept much. Ruddy Gryffindors."
"We're working much slower this time around. Not as pressing a need as it was when we put up One. Living out of Wizarding tents was pretty rough, with all the storms and no walls. There's a species of small bird here - they aren't predators but those little buggers nip. They love anything shiny. We found them in everything."
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Date: 2013-04-12 08:08 pm (UTC)She did her best to give him a hug when he said that, but considering her position it was clumsy. Kingsley may have said that Sirius blamed himself, but Hestia knew that Kingsley felt guilty over it too. "As a fellow Gryffindor, I resemble that remark."
As much as she loved the beach, Hestia liked her creature comforts and camping out in tents - even if they were wizarding tents - did not seem like a good idea. Add to what Kingsley said about the storms and the walls not being up had her wrinkling up her face in disgust. "Maybe they're related to Nifflers or the ancestors of the Nifflers?"