What do you mean a FINE? | Between Right and Easy (2024)

Post by Hestia Jones on Feb 16, 2008 3:29:33 GMT -4

(January 17)

How long had she been waiting in this damn line? She shifted her feet un-easily.. It seemed in the last thirty five minutes she waited in this line had moved all of 2 peoples worth. She was there as she had a rather large complaint it seemed that at 10:45 a.m. the Magical Law Enforcement squad.. Whom after this point to Hestia will be referred to as the GOON Squad…Busted into her place of business and reeked havoc that could only be referred to as A BLUE TORNATO.

Bottles and Shelves upturned expensive crap was everywhere and it would take most of the afternoon to get her shop back in working order and why? And why might someone ask would Hestia be put threw this..Some Un-named jerk reported to the Ministry that Hestia had Three Goblins locked in the Cellar. Which was ridiculous but was enough to Send The Ministries Finest to come search the honest Shop keepers Place of Business.

Finally after another two and half hours of waiting she was up to the window as a Witch who held a non-caring look that matched her personality. The look she gave her screamed * I was not hired for my Public Relations skills, so best if you make it short conversations * She looked at her and said in a monotone voice if she would like to register a complaint, or take care of a fine that was issued to___. Hestia watched as she consulted a her wand and a piece of Parchment that was kicking off script typing…

“A fine? The hell I have a fine?” The girl didn’t look at all pleased with her little outburst reading over the parchment again Hestia became livid.. “ I shouldn’t be fined for having Fluxweed?.. Bloody hell I’m a registered, licensed Apothecary store owner..I’m allowed to carry that.. We sell it for Potions..” The lady continued to rattle off the effects of Fluxweed as if she didn’t know or attended school to know about it…Annoyed she huffed and lowered her voice..

“Yes I know it can caused that to happen when you SMOKE it.. Which is why WE DON’T SMOKE IT” She was looking less pleased. “look Like I said I’m licensed to Carry the stuff..” the girl asked to see a the Registration and Licensed agreement for the shop.. “ It is on the Wall behind the Front Counter of the Shop something your GOON Squad would have seen if they weren’t busy destroying the place.“

The girl gave a bored yawn and restated the controlled substance harmful affects and at this point Hestia Lost it.. “ Yes… That what can happen if you SMOKE it. Look it is used for several potions.. Heck I have a bit of Pumpkin juice on me right now that has a bit of it… to ease this rhead ache I got When your Goon Squad pinned me to the wall and frisked me…YES FRISKED ME” That apparently was the wrong thing to say, as Hestia looked at the girl wide eyed as she muttered..

Hestia within minutes found herself in a dank room being searched for her canteen of Pumpkin Juice. After the un-wanted strip search they found Hestia was in fact being sarcastic.. Being allowed to return to her formal agenda which was registering her complaint she frowned and opted just to pay the stinking fine of 35 sickles and return to her shop..

Fuming she returned and once outside the Ministry she was greeted with Muggle London Pollution mixed with Bitter coldness that came from a cold dreary winter's day.

Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Feb 16, 2008 4:05:29 GMT -4

Frick! She was late. And not just a little bit, a lot late. Probably why she was woken by a screeching owl carrying a particularly crude letter to her telling her to get her arse into work now or spend an extra year pushing papers. She was so not going to do that. So as quickly as she could, she showered, dried and dressed herself ready for work. Before she got out the door to disapparate though she noticed she had forgotten about her hair. Thank God for magic though as she waved her wand over her head and the wet, tangled mess of hair was sorted.

Soon she was at the ministry, had apologised kind of to the jack ass above her and made her way to her office to hear 'We have a CODE BLUE.. CODE BLUE on the Forth Floor Improper use of Magic office'. Dorcas snorted. If her memory served her correctly that meant someone had Fluxweed on the premises. As if half the guys on the improper use of magic didn't already smoke that stuff, they wouldn't know where to start looking! Dorcas shook her head and kicked back in her chair, deciding she really couldn't be bothered to do any work after the rude awakening.

Ten minutes later there was a knock on her door and Kingsley burst in. She had her feet on her desk, hands behind her head as she lent back in her chair. Kingsley seemed not to notice, probably because he'd scolded her so many times for it that it was old news now. Though he did pass on some interesting information and requested she helped the poor victim of a misunderstanding out. Hestia was being strip searched for the call about the fluxweed. Dorcas laughed and then caught sight of Kingsley. This had to be a joke, right? Her laughter died down, looking at Kingsley it wasn't. She let out a sigh and shook her head.

"I'll go save her." Kingsley left and she got up and made her way along the corridor to where Hestia was being held, only she wasn't there. Dorcas was pointed in another direction and then another where she was told Hestia had been fined 35 sickles. Dorcas yelled at a few people and headed out of the ministry after learning Hestia had left. Well crap. Hestia was probably going to head home or back to work before Dorcas could get a chance to talk to her. And to give her back her money. Heads would certainly roll for this if Dorcas had anything to do with the consequences, which she would make sure she did.

Leaving the ministry and heading into muggle London Dorcas spotted Hestia. "Hes! Oh holy crap. Hestia. Are you alright?" Dorcas made her way to Hes and folded her arms, trying to protect herself against the cold as she hadn't put her robe on to keep her warm. Hopefully she'd be able to get Hes to come inside to her office and they could sit down and have a chat. They could grab some hot drinks and just relax for a while. After all they were friends and they both worked for the Order, so hopefully, she'd agree and help get Dorcas out of work for an hour or so.

Post by Hestia Jones on Feb 17, 2008 0:16:16 GMT -4

"Blasted all.. What are you looking at? "

She sputtered at a passerby who gave her a curious look. Sadly the mornings events had overrode Hestia's common sense that would have told her to blend in as she was now in muggle London. After the un-wanted strip search and weathering embarrassing comments about her un-developed figure and missed matched socks Hestia decided then and there putting on a front to blend in wasn't important.

"like you have never seen a Lady before.." She added tartly she disregarded the fact she was not exactly looking her best.. She had over slept this morning so upon her haste attempt at looking professional while nursing a dozy of a hangover she managed to pull on the exact outfit that she had worn the day before. The oversize shapeless frothy robes did as much for her figure this morning as it did the day prior and the Cloak that was made of the same floaty fabric did little more than make her look as if she was a little kid dressed in her mother's clothes and of course she manage to pull on what she thought this morning was two black socks but what turned out to be a Black one and a Navy one.

Perhaps it was just her appearance that made the passerby hustle away but whatever it was it gave her a bit of satisfaction. Just then her mind clicked..

OH I'm going to write a Letter of Complaint.. Starting with that hag in Miss Use.

She opened her bag and pulled a small leather bound note book and of course a quill and sat down on a bus bench and began a LIST speaking out loud and to herself she rattled off her personal outline of contents.

"STAFF, HAG in Miss use of Magic. Surely they could afford to get better trained employee's.. Least someone with some form of Listening and reasoning abilities. For Merlin's sake it is COSTOMERS SEVERVICE.. I've seen a backside of a goblin that is more pleasant.

The Magical Law Enforcement Goon squad you would think the Nutters would least know how to read or at least be trained to recognize one of their own issued License. And when they search someone they would at least warm their hands Jerks.."

Fuming now she popped up off that bench was going to round herself back around and storm back in the Ministry and fill out a Complaint card and send it as a HOWLER.

She didn't look where she was going and unfortunately she ran straight smack into an un-pleasantly boney woman whom was in the midst of trying to shove a pacifier into a child that could only be described as an oversized pink pig with a tussle of blonde curls. The woman of course and to lunge back as if a mack size truck had just clipped her. Hestia was in the midst of an apology when the woman's beady eyes swept over her with a look of disapproval and then a glimmer of recognition then horror that made her already pale face more pale which was a fete in itself.

The woman squeaked out only one word but it was enough to start a catastrophe..
Vernon? Ick what a Ghastly name She barely had time to register her distaste before a Beefy man with a thick neck ripped his wife behind him attempting to pull her away giving her a look that said he was disgusted Hestia Incensed hollered at him.. “you dare look at me as if I'm un-pleasant.. Your the one's who Reproduced THAT.."

She about to holler something else crude when a hand caught her by surprise.. " OH no you don't " she recognized Dorcas and did little to hide her anger.. " oh no they messed up.... MY SHOP is in ruins, RUINS.. I have crap all over the floor, Literally Crap is on my floor.. They toppled over my Goblin dung jar and you know how that stuff stinks...They took my earnings for yesterday...look I don't want my earning lining You know who's pocket just because they can't weed out his followers from the ministry... I'm Filing a grievance against this.. And they can't send you to smooth out an error not this time.. "

Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Feb 17, 2008 2:59:37 GMT -4

Dorcas knew Hestia was going to go off on one, and she did. She was like a loon but Dorcas put up with it, she'd probably be the same if someone had done all that to her. Heck, if someone did all that to her there would have been blood. Lots and lots of blood for she would most definitely slaughtered anyone she met on her way out. Dorcas took a quick glance around, just in case. Nope, no blood. Good sign. Meant Hestia wasn't totally mental. Just a little bit

Dorcas let Hestia's rant keep flowing until she stopped. "Hestia, I'm not going to try and smooth out an error. I'm going to fricking well murder whomever's fault this is." Though she'd have to find out just whose fault it was. Clearly Kingsley had nothing to do with it and tried to stop it as soon as he found out about it, but who gave the go ahead to do all that to Hestia? Probably some Death Eater within the ministry that knew Hestia was an Order member and was trying to crush her credibility. Wouldn't be the first time it had happened.

"Look, just come inside to my office for a bit before I freeze my f*cking nipples off." Dorcas wasn't sure if that was actually possible, but at the moment it felt as though it were. Her arms were still folded and she shuddered as a crisp and bitter wind passed them by. "We can grab some coffee. Or a hot chocolate loaded with Scotch sounds better to me. But lets just go inside. I'll even let you mouth off to the stuck up bitch behind the counter that fined you." And she would. She didn't like Delilah. She was a pain in her arse.

Dorcas wondered what else she could use to bargain to get Hes into the ministry. If push came to shove Dorcas was tempted to either kidnap Hestia by knocking her out and floating her to her office, or follow her to where ever she went. Hopefully somewhere warm. "We should go out. Where there are cute guys. And alcohol. Lots of alcohol. Perhaps some music. Heck. A night club in the middle of the day would be good. Though I'd have to go home and get changed first." She couldn't go out in her work clothes to a night club. How ridiculous.

Post by Hestia Jones on Feb 23, 2008 2:47:08 GMT -4

Here she wanted to steep in this dreadful mood but still it seemed that wasn't going to be how things would go of course dreadful moods were hard to have when you shared company with Meadows. You could face a day where the world litterally fell around you and with Dorcas facing it with you at your side you would fall as the last person on earth and you would fall laughing.

They were easily the most humorous people in the world. It seemed strange that the two would be pulled together as it seemed unrealistic that two people would share a similar sense of humor and still remain friends. Was it possible that the two shared the talent of using humor as a cover for scars left by deep wounds from their past.

Dorcas had manage to utter the magic words for Hestia all it took was a promise of some sort of an night outing, Which meant to Hestia a night spent in deprived debauchery settings where one or two lewd random acts would be attempted usual with the aid of an obscene amount of Brew.

It was then that a thought came flickering into Hestia’s mind as this is how a lot of ideas venture to the girl. Good or bad regardless they just seemed to occur to Hestia in place that seemed ill fitting. Hestia gaze once more turned serious as she looked over a friend whom had up till then been just a friend to help you venture home after you have soaked up a bit of too much spirits.

Doubt she would be game for such a task.. Probably have her running for the hill. She isn’t the thrill junkie that I am..
Thoughts drifted to a night several weeks back where she used a normal night of Lounging at a Local pub and used its atmosphere to hunt down a problematic Werewolf who had been using it as a place to scavenge easy prey.

Hestia managed somehow to escape with minor injury but a piece of her wanted to try it again and she wondered how it would turn out if she had back up?

“You jossing again Meadow’s, Middle of the day only and your thinking of turning in the …. “ she smirked a bit at her friend.. “ let me guess that white collar is feeling a bit constricting aye?” she chuckled a bit and teased her friends collar.

Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Feb 24, 2008 2:03:41 GMT -4

Dorcas watched as Hestia's expression seemed to change. She went from down right pissed off to interested in Dorcas' offer, and who could blame the girl? A nightclub or bar where there were some cute guys was a pretty damn tempting offer. Especially for a woman that liked men just as much as Dorcas does - used to. Whatever. Sure, she sill liked guys, she loved guys in fact, she just hadn't really looked at another guy since she'd met Rhage in December. But he was amazing, perfect, and the fangs just made him even more irresistible. At least to her.

Dorcas decided she really spent too much time thinking about Rhage. And when she wasn't thinking about him, she was fantasizing about him. She really could not get enough of him. She thought this was only supposed to happen to her if he fed from her. This was just crazy. A good night out would be able to help her forget about him for a little while before she craved his touch again. Though if anyone knew how much she was letting Rhage get to her, they’d probably take the piss.

"I am not jossing Miss Jones, I am being deadly serious. I could do with some time out. As for my white collar, I've never done a full day's work in my life for it to get too constrictive, besides, it's more of a dirty grey than a white." Dorcas stepped to the front of the ministry doors and pulled them open. "Now are you coming with me to plan tonight before I shiver so hard my arse drops off, or are you going to fly solo tonight?" It was here choice. Dorcas wanted to go inside through a stupid and irrational fear that she might actually lose her nipples and arse because she was so damned cold with a strong wind whipping past once more.

Post by Hestia Jones on Apr 21, 2008 12:45:34 GMT -4

Anyone would agree that it was a brilliant offer one that she was lucky to even be given. Sadly it was un-likely that spending the evening in various stages of debauchery was going to happen anytime soon after all it was still only 2:30 p.m. and as wild as Hestia even this un-tamable vixen had her limits. Though she couldn’t help but loose her thoughts to the diverting prospect that Dorcas painted.

“Yeah we do tend to attract just enough men to cause a scene..” she softly mussed remembering the last time the three ladies had let loose. The sheer thought of fun seemed to cause the ambers deep in her eyes to spark a bit and like a switch had been lifted an audacious sign of life began to ignite life behind those late night bed set eyes.

This wasn’t like her she was rarely the type to need an invite to live life but it seemed the earlier of the days events still ate at her a bit. She knew that nobody would have messed with her livelihood unless ordered to do so.

Hestia made it a point to run her business cleanly it was a contrast to her personal life and up till now she really had not a problem with her business as it was her shops location seemed to get both Diagon’s respectable clients but as its location over looked to the alleyway that lead to Knockturn it did bring up a few less honorable customer but a slight thing about those customers regardless of use for what they bought their money was as good as any others and they tended to purchase the more rare ingredients which was always more expensive so they were well worth their weight to keep happy.

It was then she caught a glimmer of whom she presumed to be behind the whole incident. His blonde hair catching light and shimmering as he and a shapely woman walked in the opposite direction. Though her presence was overlooked his was most certainly not it had been well over a year since a civil word had passed between her and Lucius Malfoy.

Her personal opinion was she owed him nothing sadly they didn’t share opinions and with Lucius Malfoy a difference of opinion was all that was needed to start a well funded and often un-fair war. Sadly Hestia didn’t realize that in taken on Lucius she was financing her own defeat. To her it was simply standing up to a bully something even now she struggled with as she all but ignored Dorcas for the matter of minutes. Her jaw settled in a tight clinch that made her teeth grate upon one another while her lips thinned into a disgusted frown. Perhaps that was all the emotion that was needed to serve as fuel as her jaw set in a frown of determination she glanced up at Dorcas.

“I feel like hunting some Wolves.. You game?” She figured that Dorcas wouldn’t really understand as she and Vance were normally the ones to attempt a hunt which included a classic bait and catch bit scandalous is that Those who hunt Werewolves use the same technique that the Werewolves themselves use.

Trap: Baiting them with their own instinct of taking out the weaker prey.
Location: Back alley of a club
Bait: Seemingly trusting, lonely, devalued jilted woman. Who was in fact a well trained witch armed with a ready wand.
That prior month she had personally been responsible for taking out one of more vicious beasts from Greyback’s pack.
Considering that it was a creature that was openly tight with Fenrir himself, Hestia figured that Thorid Devanchie wouldn’t have gone down as easily as his catch played out to be honest she was a bit disappointed on how easily the elder wolf played into her’s and Emmeline’s grasps. Perhaps it was that little fact that caused her to become a bit inflated and a bit reckless with her bragging. She had no idea what being red listed by Greyback meant or the danger that it represented. The humiliation that Greyback faced from having one of his prized converts put down that was rumored that he verbalized she would pay dearly for.

Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Apr 22, 2008 23:42:07 GMT -4

Dorcas watched as Hestia's gaze followed Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy walking from the Ministry. The both of them were disgusting really and Dorcas was thankful most days that she did not end up like those two. Other day's she just forgot to be thankful for such a blessing. She could so easily have joined the Death Eaters during and after school but found the company at school too twisted and screwed in the head and her father had always taught her when she was younger to always do the right thing whenever she could so even though she had been a Slytherin like her mum, she lived the way her father had taught her. Or so she hoped she did. Perhaps a little more pampered and spoilt than her dad would have liked but hopefully level headed enough.

Looking back to Hestia, Dorcas blinked. "Wolves? As in Werewolves?" sh*t. What in the hell was Hestia playing at? It wasn't like life was some novel where she could go out hunting Werewolves for kicks and giggles. They had rights. They were people, and although most of them were bastards that needed putting down, some weren't. If Hestia meant going out hunting for Werewolves as in capturing and killing, or just capturing, Dorcas was determined to make the woman see some kind of sense, though knew she probably wouldn't be able to deter Hes for long.

"Get your arse to my office woman and thank God no one else heard you say that." She said as she stepped inside the office and started heading toward her office. sh*t. Hes could be in a hell of a lot of trouble for that kind of thing, if it was what Dorcas thought it was. Dorcas ran her hand through her hair. She didn't look to see if Hes had followed her or not. If she had, she had, if not then Dorcas would make a point to catch up with her later. There was no way this subject would be dropped by her and if Dorcas had to she would take it higher and inform Dumbledore of what little she knew. What if Hes started messing with Dumbledore's plans for the Werewolves. There were just so many repercussions that it seemed Hestia probably hadn't thought about or cared about, but Dorcas was nearly freaking out over it all. All she could do at the moment was stay as calm as possible which she was used to doing, and being subtle, which she wasn't quite so good at.

Post by Hestia Jones on Apr 23, 2008 12:54:34 GMT -4

Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Apr 23, 2008 21:56:14 GMT -4

Silently and awkwardly they made it to her office. Hestia took a seat and Dorcas stood beside her desk, feeling as though I would be too official and too school like if she were to go behind her desk and scold Hestia. But first things first Dorcas had to know what in the world Hestia was thinking. What in the heck did she think gave her the right to hunt Werewolves? And who accompanied her? Or did she do it alone? There were so many questions that needed answers and Hestia was probably going to be more than reluctant to give them. Dorcas knew she would be if she were in the same position.

"Of course Dumbledore doesn't think Fenrir is ever going to join our side, but it doesn't mean Dumbledore might not have spies among Fenrir's loyal followers. And what if you kill one of them?" Dorcas gripped at her hair. "God, Hestia." Dorcas was stuck for words. She knew what she wanted to say but she had so many thoughts she wasn't sure which to voice first. She dropped her hand from her hair and jumped up on her desk. She swung her legs back and forth, looking at them and thinking.

"I can't believe that of you Hes." Dorcas shook her head and then looked to Hestia. "It's the same as going out and killing murderers. Just because you're trying to get rid of them, doesn't make it any better. Only kill when you can't bring them in alive and then you're going to need proof and stuff. Jeze Hes you're treading on dangerous grounds with this." Dorcas looked straight ahead of herself and tilted her head back to look at the ceiling. "How often do you go out 'hunting'?" She asked, sure she probably wasn't going to like the answer.

Post by Hestia Jones on May 2, 2008 12:28:32 GMT -4

Hestia wasn’t overly sure what Dorcas was hoping to accomplish by bring her up here and asking these questions. Dorcas knew Hestia to well to believe when backed into the corner Hestia wouldn’t stoop to lying her pink knickers off. However there they were in the middle of Ministry of Magic sitting in the office of Dorcas.

“Trying to relive ol times again, Meadows? “ Hestia leaned back against the back of the chair pushing the hind legs to a tilt something that normally got Minerva goat. “ Only thing missing is a pair of proud Scottish Pipes howling in the back ground and you by my side. Meadows your on the wrong side of the desk just doesn’t seem suiting to have you looking all authoritive and such.”

She tilted her head a bit to the side biting her lip. “You think one of Dumbledore’s spies would attack me at the back end of club. Wow you think I could request Lupin.. I would do a series of things to get his hands on me?”

She rolled her eyes and scratched at her eyebrow crinkling her nose she pulled the sarcasm and was serious well for a moment at least. “ So I won’t have to kill the bloody fiends if they will come in quietly, now why didn’t I think of that... “ Okay that pull of sarcasm lasted enough for her to draw a breath. “ You know when I have another one of those things attack me I will have to ask them if they would be willing to submit to firm questioning by the ministry in loo of me cursing and hexing the crap out of them..”

Hestia smirked pulling at a lock of hazelnut hair “ Perhaps we can start offering them Wolfbane Patches when they sign up for Werewolf support groups. I mean imagine it. “ she pulled her face into a squished look and made her eyes bulge noticeably mimicking Fenrir. “Hi, my name is Fenrir and I’m a werewolf and it has been 2 days since I devoured my last victim. I’m seriously tweaking and could use a hug..”

Hestia’s voice trailed off cooly as she looked her friend dead in the eye. “The ones I get were hunting first so I’m hardly a murderer more like a poisoned steak. But as we both know the Ministry isn’t fond of help even when they are failing miserably so for Grits and Giggles. I have never hunted a thing in my life..Nor do I plan on starting so.. However if one does manage to attack me I do reserve the right to defend myself even lethally. If you need the correct code in which it is covered I will be happy to head to Arthur’s office and play grab arse with his assistant and get the right code of conduct.”

She mussed for a second or too before getting to her feet. “ so I take it that’s a Big no to partying tonight” she added with a Cheshire cat grin.

(Gosh I love playing pain in the bums.. They are a trip to write for.)

Post by Dorcas Meadowes on May 2, 2008 23:24:54 GMT -4

sh*t. Dorcas knew Hestia was right. The amount of trouble the two of them had got into together was legendary, almost enough to rival that of Sirius and James, though not quite, after all they were girls and managed to get away with most things but of course, they got caught on a few things and being the one to kind of reprimand Hestia was a horrible feeling and she hated it, but she felt it was necessary. Hestia had to quit whatever game it was she was playing at or she was going to end up dead. If she ran into the likes of Drina or Darius. Dorcas almost shuddered at the thought.

"Don't forget the kilt." She muttered half-heartedly. True McGonagall didn't wear a kilt and nor did she have bagpipes playing, but Dorcas and Hestia liked to think she did all those kinds of things in her spare time as well as many, many more things. In fact name any teacher you liked and Dorcas and Hestia probably had some story about them concocted just for the fun of it and nothing more and it wasn't as if they told anyone about these sorts of things. It was just a laugh after all and they had been school girls, though even now it still brought some kind of entertainment value to Dorcas.

"Well hell Hes! What the hell do I know about what you do when you go hunting? For all I know you could just know who's in Fenrir's clan and target them or you could watch them from a distance." Dorcas sighed and let out a breath. "And keep away from Remus." She said softly. "He doesn't deserve to get caught up in this crap." God she had thought Hes was so much better than this. Never would she have expected her to go out Werewolf hunting for kicks. Dorcas just felt so disappointed that Hestia did this kind of thing, that she spoke of Remus in such away and most of all the she had never known about this side of Hestia.

Dorcas was seriously tempted to roll her eyes. "And just why do they attack you Hestia? Because they know you hunt their kind? Because you put yourself out there for them? Because they know you're an Order member? Because they know you're against the f*cking Death Eater?!" Dorcas was close to raising her voice. She didn't, but she was close. Usually calm and collect Dorcas was starting to lose her temper with this whole situation. How could anyone be so damned stupid?

"Hes, I don't think you get it. This is not a laughing matter. There are Werewolves out there that will tear you to shreds faster than you can blink." Though the thought of Fenrir wanting a hug was causing Dorcas to want to burst out laughing but she kept her self cool, calm and collected. Or at least as much as she could when she was trying to get quite possibly the most stubborn ass in the world to see some kind of logical and sane sense. After all, this was literally a matter of life and death.

"How do you not get that killing another being is murder Hestia? It doesn't matter how you look at it if you get thrown in front of the Wizengamot they'll sentence you to life in Azkaban no matter what you intentions. And with the way it's clearly corrupt at the moment you may not even get a trial, just thrown straight to the Dementors or God forbid a Dementor's kiss!" How could Hestia not see how wrong this was? How dangerous it was? What a foolish thing she was doing? Was she that self obsessed with what she wanted to do she didn't care about others lives or even where her own may end up? Even Dorcas wasn't that careless. At least not any more.

"Don't be thick, of course I still want to go out. Just no Werewolves for God's sake and mine. Rhage will go mental if he gets even the slightest sniff of a Were having been anywhere near me. He'll insist I'll work night shifts and spend all my free time with him or be followed by him or his brothers everywhere I go." Though really, that wouldn't be a totally bad thing, they could always find ways to liven their nights together up and being stalked wasn't a big deal really, but a girl needed her girls friends and a time away from every day life to go a little wild and just party. Or at least Dorcas needed to.

Post by Hestia Jones on Jun 16, 2008 3:20:55 GMT -4

"Merlin Meadow's when did you become the sodding uptight Bureaucrat you positively reek of blue blood.. "

Okay not the most polite thing to say but it was just that way with Jones. That sweet face could be a classic facade for a reign of terror that seemed to get a personal thrill at being pointed in ministry official direction anyone who knew Hestia Jones knew her rebellious attitude to authority had little to do with thirst for power and everything to do with retribution to a government that she felt had snubbed their nose at her family.

It wasn’t that she had a problem with authority it was just that she had a problem with people telling her what to do. Then again she didn’t want to get Meadows all bent out of shape about something as silly as this.. After all Meadows wasn’t really involved and wouldn’t be till Jones was endangered of being in a lip lock with a dementor or something with more fur and worse breath..

“Oh Calm down.. You silly cow.. Wasn’t serious thinking about it.” Okay it was obviously time to start lying your knickers off. “ If I was thinking about offing one I sure as day wouldn’t go and tell someone one in the ministry about it.” Okay note to self no more breathing a word of this to Dorcas Meadow. “ You think I like seeing you all?” Did her best impression of pissed off cat complete with hissing and spitting.

Figures it won’t take the suspicion away from her. But figures it won’t hurt to end the conversation quickly before it becomes a hissing match between friends. She looks down at Dorcas and adds an angelic smile..

“Not sure if you want to stay with the happy safe law abiding pubs, however if you can stand for a bit of risk there is a sort of after hours event taking place at the Square tonight. A little bird told me that their will be a few players who play for Kenmare there. “ She bit her lip toyingly “Okay, it wasn’t a little bird.. Though he did wear some impressive green robes and he did fly like the wind.. Come on, no one does it quite like the Irish. But it might be a bit past your bed time.. But if it isn’t I’ll be with Titus O’leary we can get you in. It won’t really kick up till midnight sooo plenty of time to think about it..” She didn’t know what else to do other than offer a smile that wasn’t as bright and cheerful as before.. “Well hope to see you there.. But if you don’t it is understandable” That said she turned and left.