She was made up of all these good things and bad things.

REUNITING OF THE COLONEL AND GENERAL

2008-12-14T08:18:13Z

The most annoying part about life now was the waiting.She had paced her living room about three hundred times now, waiting for someone to owl her back and accept her plans for tonight. Slowly but surely she got the replies. Benjy was, as usual, wrapped up in work, as were Marley, James, Lily, Remus, Em, everyone and their mother. Except of course, the one owl she didn’t get back. She hadn’t heard from Sirius, which probably meant he wasn’t doing anything. His life at this point, she knew, was made mostly of fighting and sitting around the house. She really didn’t think it was a healthy place for a young boy to be in. So of course, Hestia was going to bring some health into his life in the form of yet another bottle of firewhiskey. She was never good at encouraging him along the straight and narrow path anyway.

They’d been spending more time together lately. All of their friends were off doing important things, she felt, and that often stuck Hestia at Sirius’s house. She liked it there. It was more homey and messy than her flat, which was bare and altogether too tidy for her sometimes. She would clean the house out of the necessity of having something to do on her day off and then hate herself for doing so for the rest of the week. Sirius’s couch was much more comfortable than her bed when Benjy wasn’t in it. She practically lived there sometimes. It was a good arrangement. She made he and Remus eat and made sure they were out the door for important missions, and they provided her with comfort and company. She was intensely lonely most of the time. She came here to heal that.

Hestia apparated to Sirius’s flat and knocked loudly on the door, smirking.

“COLONEL.”

She shouted.

“IT IS YOUR DUTY TO ANSWER THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW. I DON’T CARE WHO’S IN THERE WITH YOU…”

With her luck, it would be someone disgustingly naked. It had happened before.

FIRST OFFICIAL RAVENCLAW QUIDDITCH PRACTICE! Open to all Ravenclaw Quidditch players. I mean duh.

2008-04-12T05:04:24Z

Hestia was basically born to be in the air. She tried to deny that whenever she was asked, whenever someone inquired whether or not she was going to join the Harpies, like her sister had. Her answer was always no. No. She wanted to do something bloody useful with her life, not just sit there on a broom for the rest of forever. Riding was fun in moderation. But it couldn't be a lifestyle. Anything like that, and she was convinced that she'd kill herself or some such dramatic thing. She couldn't live her life in the air when there was so much wrong going down on the ground. But she wasn't going to think about that. Not today. It was her team's first practice, and she was bloody ready. Hes was the only one in the girls' locker room, as usual. She hated being the only female on the team sometimes. And yet other times, it was wonderful. She regarded all the males on her team as brothers, and was probably seen as the same by them. The "I'm the only girl!" card was fun to play, though. But not today. Because there was no one on the field yet. That was quite disappointing. Hes ran around the field once, and jumped on her broom, flying around at top speed three times before landing and waiting. She kicked the boys' locker room door, trying to make her teammates get out.

"YOU'RE BEING SLOW. YOU'RE BURNING DAYLIGHT. IT'S ALMOST BREAKFAST, AND IF YOU MAKE ME SKIP IT I WILL NOT BE HAPPY."

Six AM was not easy to wake up at in the first place. But that, on top of no one showing up? That was pure disappointment.

Hes v Sofia thread? OHSHIT. Semi closed (Ask me before posting)

2008-03-22T19:49:17Z

Sometimes, she was mad without trying to be. Her hands shook, punching things. Her eyes narrowed so that she became something other than the pretty wide-eyed creature she usually was. Hestia Jones was anything but pretty today. Her hair was a mess. Her clothes were not in perfect poise. In fact they were downright messy. She was wearing Muggle jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt. Her jeans were torn. Her shirt was faded. The silk shoes on her toes were worn and disgusting. She could literally care less, and in fact kicked them off her feet as she walked outside to the Quidditch pitch. She liked it here. It was the only place to get away from everyone, from everything. There was not a single name in Hestia's good book right now, which is why she needed to be alone. The teachers had all given her far too much homework. Her father had written, yelling at her for saying she didn't want to meet Gwenog on the next Hogsmeade weekend. Postcard from her mother number 3009. Marauders were being prats. Emme ran out of cigarettes. She was out of money.

Do you see the pattern?

Things built up on Hes until they were far too much to control, all with the underlying thought of inferiority. You're not good enough, you'll never be good enough... It was in the back of her head, it never left. And sometimes it drove her insane. She couldn't handle the pressure building up, starting at the back of her chest, erupting through her spinal cord and brain until she screamed. When she screamed, nothing came out. It was annoying. Talking it out to a few people helped. She didn't want to bug Emme with it anymore, though, or Sirius. Benjy...she still didn't know him well enough to approach him out of the blue. And that was another thing that bothered her. Basically, Hestia was quite pissy today. That was a good adjective. But it mattered less in the air. It all mattered less up in the air. She mounted her broom and kicked off,lying down on her broom, wrapping her bare feet around the smooth handle, embracing the entire thing with her tiny body. She rose into the air gently, breeze stroking the curls back from her ears as though telling her to relax. And she was trying to. She really was.