#dated. july 1980

“I think I’m pregnant.” She hadn’t meant to just blurt it out, wasn’t going to say anything to anyone unless she was absolutely sure, however, the anticipation was slowly killing her and it just slipped out. 

“I’m starting to think there never was any motorcycle,” Hestia teased as she flounced between rooms, drinking in every last detail of the house with a self-indulgent thirst. It had been a long time -- between her family’s constant interferences, her flying lessons, and the radio show -- since she had allowed herself to relax. Of course, the summer had been satisfying in other ways, and she had no regrets about the way the she had spent the past month or so since exams. But how satisfied would she still feel come late August, when the summer began to pack itself up, sparing her no memories of adventure with her closest friends?

“Of all the things I thought I might see this summer, this was the most believable.” A gentle nudge of her elbow between his ribs, and then Hestia  smiled up at Asher. “You wouldn’t believe what else I crossed off before it.”

“I don’t know— wizard brew is fine and all, but there’s just something so… mmm about a good muggle beer.”

“I wanted to treat you to lunch. Just us Charms girls.”

“I tried ta make ye some home cooked goods— ehm I don’t know for housewarming, but I almost blew up me mums bakery sooo— she made these for ye.”

Florence needed a distraction. Which was unusual for her in all honesty. Distraction wasn’t something she sought out. It came so easily for her considering her brain was never quiet but with so much going on in her life, she was a willing seeker for a night of nonsense and nothingness. Spotting a face she deemed vaguely familiar she approached. “You’re familiar.”

📍Fiendfyre Gym, Los Angeles 🕒 6 July, 1980, 4:31 pm

“Rosalind, can I trust you with a secret?”