#{ c: emilia rosier ;; }

[hestiathemuggleborn]

Date: February 12 Location: Hestia’s flat @emiliarosier

The knock sounding at Hestia’s door had her dogs barking. Looking up, Hestia sighed. She thought about ignoring it for a moment, but it was probably one of her friends come to check on her. And if it was, they would not be ignored so easily. Most of them knew Hestia, knew she was likely to hole up and hide after what had happened. 

They had all been released after a very long night in Inferno, but with the knowledge that the murderer still ran free. They had kept Hestia’s wand, which smarted, but she knew they needed it for evidence. Hopefully it would be returned to her soon. Despite what it had done, Hestia’s fingers ached to tighten around the warm wood of her wand again. Without it, she felt naked, and as if she was slowly being edged out of the wizarding world. 

The knock came again. Gently, Hestia lifted Hera out of her lap, and placed her mug of tea down on the coffee table. “That’s enough,” she ordered. “Quiet!” The dogs instantly ceased barking and looked at her, tails wagging. “No one touch my tea,” she warned all the animals in the room, giving Apollo a glare. The little rat had already started to make his way towards the unattended mug. He sat back, pretending innocence. 

“Sit,” she said, and heard three dog butts hit the floor obediently. 

She pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail before she opened the door. Surprise flickered across Hestia’s face.

“Emilia, hi.”