Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2018 22:43:12 GMT
HESTIA CHLORIS CARROW
** 26 -- BARTENDER/PROMOTER -- BRITISH -- SINGLE **
"I am brave, I am bruised
I am who I'm meant to be, this is me"
There's something to be said for being a disappointment. The only person Hestia's never disappointed is her twin Flora - and sometimes her aunt, but she tries not to think about that. But her parents...Merlin, Hestia swears sometimes her parents hate her. They always said that Carrow's stands together, that blood is the most important thing - but Hex's loyalty is with Flora. Not with them. Flora never wanted her to brand herself with the mark of a madman, or marry her off for the sake of prestige and churning out more soldiers for that madman's cause, or hell, even wear a dress over her beloved leather pants. Flora never wanted her to be anything other than she is.
She and Flora are two sides of the same coin, opposite and similar in so many ways, and Hestia is so, so glad that she has her twin sister. When the war ended, when they testified against their parents, when they went through weeks of interrogation to confirm they hadn't followed in the footsteps of their sadistic, murderous aunt and uncle, all they had was each other.
Flora is the best thing in her life. Flora is kind, and soft, and pretty dresses and floral skirts and sweet perfume. Flora is charms to organise her books and early mornings and strawberry macarons and blinking pygmy puffs, she is sweetness and light and so incredibly, unbelievably strong.
Hestia is none of these things. She is cold, and cruel, and leather and studded boots and far too much eyeliner. Hestia is jinxes to trip people up and late nights and whiskey and cigarettes, she is callous and ice cold and she is falling apart.
Their father is in prison. Their aunt and uncle are dead. Their mother won't take their Floo calls or answer their letters, and it's near impossible to get a job, or any friends, or any kind of respect with a name like theirs. All they have is each other, and Hestia, so used to being a force of nature, intimidating people into submission, so used to being at the top of the pile by virtue of knowing when to cast the right spell and say the right thing, so used to being feared and if not liked than at least respected doesn't know what to do with herself.
Flora says it will be okay. That people will forget about what their family did one day, and things will even out. She works in a library now, quiet and calm and full of knowledge, just like her, but Hestia can't quite believe her, not on this. The only work she can find is in pubs and clubs, working behind the bar mixing drinks - something she's been entirely too good at since she was 15 and started breaking into her father's whiskey collection - or out on the street trying to draw people in.
She always comes home just as Flora is going out to work, and she can't help but wonder if things will always be like this. If her sister feels trapped by her, like she can't make something more of herself because her reckless, foolish, bitter twin sister is holding her down.
Every day, she wonders.
She doesn't want to know the answer. Just in case she's right.
She and Flora are two sides of the same coin, opposite and similar in so many ways, and Hestia is so, so glad that she has her twin sister. When the war ended, when they testified against their parents, when they went through weeks of interrogation to confirm they hadn't followed in the footsteps of their sadistic, murderous aunt and uncle, all they had was each other.
Flora is the best thing in her life. Flora is kind, and soft, and pretty dresses and floral skirts and sweet perfume. Flora is charms to organise her books and early mornings and strawberry macarons and blinking pygmy puffs, she is sweetness and light and so incredibly, unbelievably strong.
Hestia is none of these things. She is cold, and cruel, and leather and studded boots and far too much eyeliner. Hestia is jinxes to trip people up and late nights and whiskey and cigarettes, she is callous and ice cold and she is falling apart.
Their father is in prison. Their aunt and uncle are dead. Their mother won't take their Floo calls or answer their letters, and it's near impossible to get a job, or any friends, or any kind of respect with a name like theirs. All they have is each other, and Hestia, so used to being a force of nature, intimidating people into submission, so used to being at the top of the pile by virtue of knowing when to cast the right spell and say the right thing, so used to being feared and if not liked than at least respected doesn't know what to do with herself.
Flora says it will be okay. That people will forget about what their family did one day, and things will even out. She works in a library now, quiet and calm and full of knowledge, just like her, but Hestia can't quite believe her, not on this. The only work she can find is in pubs and clubs, working behind the bar mixing drinks - something she's been entirely too good at since she was 15 and started breaking into her father's whiskey collection - or out on the street trying to draw people in.
She always comes home just as Flora is going out to work, and she can't help but wonder if things will always be like this. If her sister feels trapped by her, like she can't make something more of herself because her reckless, foolish, bitter twin sister is holding her down.
Every day, she wonders.
She doesn't want to know the answer. Just in case she's right.
OOC NAME: Bea
