WHEN: Wednesday, 8 December, 1980 WHERE: somewhere in Oxford WHO: Hestia Jones & Yari Palmer ( @yaripalmer )
It was not often that Hestia felt foolish. The rarity of it flustered her even more, picking up in the click of her heels as they clacked against the street. If she’d exercised any sense that morning, she wouldn’t have gone out to the Muggle community of Oxford alone. She certainly wouldn’t have gotten lost then, or if she had, she would have had someone else there to help them find their way.
When Hestia rounded yet another corner that she was sure she had seen three times already, her frustration reached an all time high. Frustration gave way to anger, and desperation, neither of which led to anything but recklessness.
“Excuse me!” It was a risky move, but it also seemed to be her only hope. Hestia rushed the nearest person, who, quite luckily, looked as though they belonged. She greeted them with a smile, one as kind as she could make it whilst feeling as though she had a scarlet W pinned to her coat. “I was hoping you could help me find my way?”
