FIRE / RISEN

❛   today  we  gather  to  mourn  the  passing  of  helena  jones  ,  devoted  wife  and  beloved  mother  .    ❜

nine  year  old  hestia  jones  stared  at  the  gravestone  ,  lips  pursed  and  hands  in  fists  at  her  sides  .  she’d  loved  her  mother  dearly  ,  of  course  .  she’d  taught  her  many  things  -  given  her  even  more  .  but  she’d  also  ruined  a  great  many  things  for  her  .  

helena  had  been  pregnant  before  she’d  married  fergus  jones  -  but  he’d  been  so  in  love  with  her  by  then  that  he  agreed  to  take  the  child  in  as  his  own  .  whether  this  was  through  the  work  of  a  love  potion  ,  or  honest  love  -  hestia  was  never  sure  (  but  as  she  grew  she  heavily  suspected  the  former  )  .  still  ,  fergus  never  paid  much  attention  to  her  aside  from  giving  her  his  name  and  a  few  bruises  here  and  there  .  with  no  siblings  to  keep  her  company  ,  and  fergus  not  allowing  any  who  tried  to  befriend  the  girl  past  the  threshold  -  the  girl  had  often  felt  alone  in  the  house .

magic  was  found  distasteful  in  the  house  in  the  wake  of  helena’s  death  ,  fergus  associating  magic  with  all  the  things  that  went  wrong  in  his  life  .  all  the  little  charms  she’d  placed  around  the  house  went  unchanged  ,  and  over  time  they  faded  .  but  hestia’s  magic  would  not  fade  so  easily  ,  rather  it  grew  more  powerful  with  each  passing  day  .  feats  of  accidental  magic  that  mother  that  mother  would  have  celebrated  are  met  with  fierce  glares.  as  the  time  passed  ,  fergus  grew  tired  of  hearing  of  it  and  signed  the child  up for  therapy  hoping  to  make  her  forget  it  all.  

but  it  was  not  to  be  -   and  the  harder  fergus  tried  to  make  her  forget  ,  the  more  her  magic  spilled  out  -  refusing  to  be  forgotten  .  of  course  ,  he  would  not  stop  trying  to  make  the  girl  forget  and  when  her  letter  arrived  -  she  was  sent  off  to  live  with  her  mother’s  sister .  

of  course  ,  this  decision  would  be  his  only  act  as  a  parent  that  held  any  worth  .  her  aunt  had  grown  up  around  magic  ,  a  witch  herself  ,  and  encouraged  hestia  to  use  her  magic  freely  .  the  abrupt  change  in  views  had  the  girl  struggling  ,  and  by  the  time  she’d  arrived  at  platform  9  3/4  ,  she’d  made  the  decision  to  run  head  first  into  the  world  of  her  birthright  .  

gryffindor  house  would  bring  the  girl  something  to  be  proud  of  ,  and  quidditch  something  to  be  excited  for  .  she’d  never  flown  ,  besides  some  bits  of  accidental  magic  as  a  child  that  had  her  on  the  roof  -  - -  and  the  feeling  of  the  wind  racing  through  her  hair  was  incomparable  .  with  each  year  that  past  ,  she  worked  harder  and  harder  ,  rising  above  the  ranks  of  the  team  until  she  reached  the  top  .  once  she  had  ,  she  expected  them  to  be  the  best  -  they  would  win  above  all  overs  and  with  each  time  she  demanded  celebration  .  

of  course  ,  even  quidditch  couldn’t  distract  her  entirely  .  before  hogwarts  ,  she’d  known  bullies  .  she’d  been  the  odd  one  out  ,  there  had  been  no  wonders  as  to  why  she  didn’t  have  any  friends  -  but  she’d  never  allowed  herself  to  make  them  after  too  many  failed  attempts  and  too  many  foul  reactions  from  her  father  .  but  these  bullies  were  new  ,  ones  she  couldn’t  fight  off  with  some  snarky  comments  (  though  boy  did  she  try  )  .  she  had  changed  herself  ,  changed  her  hair  and  her  clothes  ,  but  she  couldn’t  change  her  blood  .  and  to  them  -  that  was  all  that  mattered  .

yeeeeet we’ve reached the end of this roller coaster ride and jumped the tracks.

but yeah hestia is a lot uh; she’s tired but won’t sleep, scottish, demands the best from herself and others ( at least in quidditch, kween does okay in classes so she won’t get on you for that but harps herself on it ), and probably aims to snog all of the gryffindors in her year at least ones.

gimme all them connections tho girl needs some peeps.