good day sunshine. [closed; for liza! ]

[Hestia Jones]

Munch, munch. Crackle, crackle. Laugh, laugh. Snort, snort. Those were pretty much the only sounds that Hestia Jones made while she was trying to fill her little empty stomach by eating her rather delicious breakfast. Peanut butter on toast, hot smokey crispy bacon on the side and three medium sized pancakes drenched in syrup. Mmm, doesn’t that sound just divine? Well Hestia thought so along with the fact that every time she was trying to eat, a friend of hers at the Gryffindor table would make her laugh and well—that’s where the laugh and the snort, snort would come from. She really did hate it when she snorted, for it made people laugh at her more and she herself laughed even more and usually ended up not eating all her breakfast, for she was too busy laughing. Whenever you hear Hestia snort, you know she is laughing real hard. Some people find snorting really annoying but hey, at least she doesn’t have a high pitched girly laugh or have a compulsive problem with peeing her pants while laughing and then blowing food chunks and hot chocolate out her nose. Mhhm. So what would you rather have? Boogie covered food chunks and luke warm coco splattering your face and covering your own breakfast, or little quiet and cute snorting? The latter you say? Ha. Yeeaah, that’s what I thought.

This Saturday morning it seemed, was no different from any other Saturday that Hestia had endured since the beginning of her first year at Hogwarts. The day started with her throwing on some comfortable and fitting clothes, putting just the right amount of makeup on—not too much and not too little, comb and style her hair, sing loudly and out of tune while skipping down the dormitory steps to the common room, and then playfully force Sirius to give her a piggy-back ride down to the Great Hall for some grub. So yes, so far this Saturday morning really was no different from any other morning this year. And even though Hestia didn’t mind it that much, there was still a part of her that wanted a sudden change. Why didn’t she just wake up, not get dressed and go down to breakfast? Or how about wake up and order her roomies or Remus, James and Sirius to bring her breakfast in bed? There were so many options for change but Hestia still never acted upon them. Perhaps it was like a growing tradition for her to do all these specific things on Saturday mornings. Perhaps she should keep it this way, for it was always entertaining and would easily be something she could reminisce on. Plus, she’d never want to give up those sweet little piggy-back rides by Sirius. Oh, no she couldn’t give those up. Uh-uh. That was definitely her favorite part of each morning.

While holding her splitting side after practically coughing up her food from laughing too hard at James’s joke, Hestia wiped the remaining clear tears that were resting upon her eyelids and shook her head slowly, a bright smile already plastered across her lips. She had been laughing like this for at least ten minutes straight and now she really was in no mood to finish her food. She had too much on her mind now and she felt tremendously energetic this morning. Taking a quick glance down at her half finished and probably cold and soggy pancakes, Hestia wrinkled her nose a bit and pushed her plate forward and away from her view. She then stretched her arms up over her head and yawned, before mentioning to her friends she was heading out for a morning swim. Hestia loved to swim in the morning. It was fun, relaxing and a time where she could easily take in her thoughts. It was also a time where she could be alone and not disturbed, for there was not one time during her six years at Hogwarts where there was another student who charged out of the Great Hall after breakfast and announced to his or her peers that they were taking a soothing morning swim by themselves. And truthfully, Hestia liked being the only one to attend to this morning activity. Besides from her hectic life and always being surrounded by school work and friends, sunny mornings like today were the perfect days to relax.

After making a silly face at Sirius and then Molly, Hestia waved goodbye to her friends, wiggled her way out of her crowded sitting position between people and them made her way out of the Great Hall and into the corridors. Once out of the loud and crowded Hall, she made her way toward the large oak doors and pushing them open when she reached them, allowing a burst of sunshine and a light breeze to surround her. Sliding her hands in the front pockets of her fitted jeans, Hestia marched slowly across the grounds while humming to herself and smiling all the while. She was definitely in a good mood today, which was not exactly what she expected to be in since her little last night scandal. At around nine o’clock Friday evening, a group of sixth and seventh year girls started rumors about Hestia and her four good friends James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and Amos Diggory. The rumors started off being about Hestia liking one of the four guys before it ended up getting out of hand and turning into a cheating, lying, sex scandal love uhh—square? It got to the point where Hestia ended up football tackling one of the girls who started the rumor and then destroying her appearance for a couple hours by hexing her, allowing four huge boils to cover her face.

And even though the girl deserved what she received, Hestia was the one who got into trouble by professor McGonagall and was sent to serve her detention this Saturday night. So technically Hestia would be irritated still and grumbling curse words for she had to waste her precious Saturday night attending a detention, instead of being out partying with her friends. But as I said before, for some weird reason Hestia was not angry or throwing curse words right in left. Instead she was happy, optimistic and set on enjoying herself—hopefully. Once she reached the lake’s edges, Hestia stopped her humming and knelt down, leaning her head close to the water and closing her eyes. She smiled to herself as she listened to the soothing sound of the water rippling and occasionally splashing up against rocks and the sides of the land. After a moment of just listening, she began to sing softly, a song she wrote but had not practiced yet on her piano. Hestia enjoyed writing her own music and did often, yet she only shared a few songs with her friends, usually keeping the really personal ones to herself. This song she was singing was nothing special, just something she came up with a couple of weeks ago while she was laying in bed and smiling at an old moving photograph of her parents, she and her brother—all laughing and playing in the snow.

Even though Hestia was singing softly and quite low, her voice seemed to travel across the tops of the rippling clear blue water and then be picked up by the calm winds and swirl about in the air all around her. She never did think she had an appealing voice or singing talent, certainly nothing like her dear friend Amos Diggory or any type of professional woman singer, and she just laughed at people who thought to tell her differently. Singing was just something that really seemed to come hand in hand with piano. Hestia had been playing piano since she was little and to this day, she still loves it. Smiling more to herself as she rand a hand along the top of the water, only barely getting her fingertips wet, Hestia—completely in her own little world at this point, drifted off into her own thoughts as she slowly came toward the end of her song.

[Amos Diggory]

It would seem that everyone had their rituals. You’d think that at such a magical place like Hogwarts that people's lives change about as much as the moving staircases or the girl that’s hanging off of Sirius Blacks arm. However, that doesn’t seem to be the case, people like routine, they like staying in their comfort zone and they don’t always like change. Every Saturday morning you could go for a walk around the school and see how people would have spent it in their first year, are spending it now and will still be spending it in their seventh year. Rita Skeeter’s hand will be cupped around another’s ear, whispering some new gossip to them; Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix and Narcissa Black will be huddled in the shadows somewhere, avoiding the sun as if they were vampires; Fabian Weasley will be flexing his muscles to a pretty girl that will most likely reject him; James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew will have a bunch of kids in hysterics at the Gryffindor table; and poor little Teddy Tonks will be silently trying to muster up the confidence to tell Andromeda how he feels. Every student has their routine; their own personal fairy tale ready to unfold and it’ll be the exact same story this time next week.

So what’s Amos Diggory’s story? Well, his is as much of a routine as everyone else’s. It started off with a wake-up shove from his room mate Teddy Tonks, apparently the house elves were wanting to come in and make the beds, but couldn’t because of Amos. Letting out a cross between a groan and a sigh Amos sat up in his bed with his eye downcast until he got used to the light pouring in through the windows; which in a way was a bit silly, as they were false windows anyway. One down-point to living in the basements, all the light was artificial. Amos swung his legs off the bed and scanned the mass of clothes lying on the ground for something clean to wear. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a flannelette shirt he tugged them onto his body as he listened to Teddy’s usual claims that he was going to tell Andromeda Black how he felt about her by midday. This, out of all things, was something that happened not just every Saturday but every day. Poor Teddy. Heading out the door of the dorm and in the direction of the Great Hall, Amos would give Teddy his usual pieces of advice on the right way to go about telling Andromeda.

Emerging into the Great hall Amos headed towards the Hufflepuff table with Teddy and the group of girls that it would seem had been waiting for him in the Entrance Hall, in toe. You have to understand that Amos is hot. It’s for this reason that he does have a little fan club of girls that seem to follow him where ever he goes. It’s been happening ever since his voice broke and his pimples disappeared when he was in his second year; ever since then he’s been able to make a girl swoon just by looking in her direction. Taking a seat at a spare spot at the table, Amos looked around at the piles of food, trying to decide what to eat. It would seem that the House Elves had outdone themselves today. There was fried Bacon; Eggs cooked in every way you could think of; Piles of twelve pancakes on every third plate; mountains of toast; waffles; big gold bowls filled with different kinds of cereals; exotic fruits, all chopped up and mixed together in a fruit salad; ice-cream; porridge; Croissants and every other thing you could think of. And you wonder why obesity rates are on the rise in Western countries.

After filling himself up with toast, fried bacon and poached eggs, all smothered in tomato sauce, Amos slid to the back on the bench and tugged at the waist of his jeans, seeing if any immediate fat cells had formed around his stomach. That was the good thing about weekends; you were able to wear your own clothes. There were none of those silly robes that were unflattering in many ways. Amos waved goodbye to his friends around the Hufflepuff table and headed towards his friends on the Gryffindor table. Amos was just popular with every house, even the Slytherins. They were all superficial, so they welcomed someone as good looking as Amos with open arms. People frowned upon him because of this, the Slytherins were the enemy, but Amos liked everyone, he liked having friends. This was mainly because it boosted his ego but that’s okay because the bigger his ego got the bigger his heart got, so it balanced it out. Amos wrapped his arms around his friend Sirius Blacks shoulders, greeting him with the name ‘hot stuff’. Amos and Sirius were good friends mainly because they were both good looking and were both loved by the ladies, so they often went curzing together in Hogsmede and when Amos was working he’d attract some crumpet by sweet talking the ladies as he went to clean their tables and take their empty glasses. He worked at the Three Broomsticks so he always had a large assortment of girls come in.

It took some answering of suspicious questions concerning her, but Amos eventually found out where Hestia Jones was. Normally she would have been swooning over Sirius, or laughing so much that her snorts would be heard all throughout the hall, but right now she wasn’t. Maybe it was because he slept in or maybe it was because she left earlier due to too much snorting, or maybe it was both but Amos had missed her. She’d gone for her Saturday morning swim and normally Amos wouldn’t want to disturb her through that, no one would really want to. He wanted to talk to her, though. Hestia was one of his good friends, he liked her, and she was nice. She helped him with his reading, because poor Amos was dyslexic and very rarely wore his rose-tinted glasses to help him. Plus, Hestia was hot. Amos didn’t like her in that way, although it may seem like it but he still liked to perve on her; she had a pretty face… and nice boobs. Poor Hestia though, she was good friends with James, Remus, Sirius and himself, and she paid for it. Girls never like it when other girls are friends with boys; especially when the boys were good looking. They got jealous or something and so the rumors began. Now Hestia’s been made out to be some sort of scarlet woman and this is mostly thanks to Rita Skeeter. It a rumor starts it’s most likely because of her.

Amos walked down the grassy slopes of the school grounds looking out for Hestia; with his group of fan girls barely and ear-shot behind him. Where ever Amos went you’d find them close behind. Hoping to catch a glimpse of Hestia wet and in a bathing suit or something, Amos was slightly disappointed when he saw her sitting beside the lake, but still happy to see her never-the less. It wasn’t until he got closer to her that he realised that she was singing. Amos was slightly shocked. He’d never heard her singing before, he didn’t know she could. He knew she could play piano, because that’s one of the things they first bonded over, but never singing. She wasn’t half bad either; she could do with some lessons, for sure, but she wasn’t completely tone death. To be honest, Amos got a little bit excited over this. Amos liked singing, he was a very good singer too and he was proud of it, he’d boast about it often.

Amos waited with his hands in his pockets until she’d finished her song, he didn’t want to interrupt her. When she’d finished however, Amos sat down next to her kneeling figure and rested his arms on his knees.

“I heard a funny story around you. Apparently you’re James, Remus, Sirius and I’s own personal sex slave. You're SUCH a whore, Tia." Wmos said with a smirk and added "When did this breakthrough occur, and why wasn’t I informed of it?” He said with mock ignorence “I also hear that you hexed someone into having a face covered in boils and that you couldn’t get your way out of detention for it. Personally, I think you should have sung your way out of it.”

[Hestia Jones]

Ever since Hestia was a young girl, she did things that drove the other mothers and high class women society on her block, quite mad. She was never like most of the girls she knew for they dressed up and had tea parties, they giggled whenever the little boys would walk by their porch, and played with their precious little dolls. Hestia was different. Whenever she was invited to tea parties, she would dress up real nice but just end up eating the desserts and making a mess of herself. When it came to dolls, Hestia would paint their face and cut/style their hair, which according to the other little girls was “destroying them”. Whenever she was outside and a few boys walked by and whistled at Hestia or made rather dirty gestures to her, instead of giggling and shying away, Hestia would run after the boys (even in a dress!) then wrestle with them until they took back their inappropriate notions. So yes, her actions were always enough to drive adult women up the wall.

Hestia’s lack of self-control at times usually led her to get into fist fights with other girls and boys during her young age. The issues were always over the same things; being called a tomboy and being made fun of by the girls, and then being slapped on the ass and being treated as a piece of beautiful property which boys felt they had the right to tease and touch whenever they pleased. To Hestia, she was no toy—she wasn’t a girl that wanted to always follow a man’s directions or orders. She was a rebel when it came to issues concerning women being treated fairly and her lack of patience with the male population and women’s ignorance usually led her to be very direct and harsh on that subject. Growing up with an elder brother though, Hestia learned more about males than she ever expected. She learned to read their body language, to understand their whole male egos and lingo and most importantly, she learned exactly how to keep them in place.

Though Hestia always hated males’ dirty minds and their desire for control over women, she did find she had more in common with them than most girls. She wasn’t a hypocrite, but as time passed her sense of loneliness and not feeling respected among females drew her closer to having male company at an early age. She began hanging out with her brother’s friends ever since she was seven or eight and from then on, she grew more of a respect for guys than she did for most girls. While girls gossiped and were horribly mean to each other over the stupidest things, boys usually deal with their male egos—anndd that was it. Sure it could be enough to cause drama and fights, but that was very rare among guys than it was with females. Hestia would be a hypocrite if she stated she was a lover and not a fighter, but she did enjoy being able to avoid fighting and girl drama as much as possible. She eventually found that cure among her guy friends.

It would be a lie to say that Miss Jones had no friends that were girls, for she did, but that number was very low compared to the opposite sex. You could say she was a bit choosy when it came to befriending girls, but she felt compelled to. She wanted to make sure they weren’t extreme backstabbers and were someone she could truly trust. She was careful really. I mean, you wouldn’t want her to be all careless and make friends with the wrong sort such as Rita Skeeter or something, right? So yes, being careful was one key to Hestia’s friendships making. Without her strong dislike to gossiping and unnecessary drama, Hestia felt as though she would become just another follower and girl clone in society. And plus, many girls didn’t like Hestia for many different reasons. But mostly it was because they were jealous of her because of her popularity among guys. Hestia didn’t know why girls got all touchy and aggravated when they saw Hestia hanging out with other guys, for all she was doing was being herself. When Hestia was around guys she was always herself—except for maybe a few times when Sirius made her so embarrassed that she began to become a defensive and over the top flirt machine. She never could really understand why some girls tried so hard to be someone they weren’t, just to get male attention.

Then again, what would Hestia know about getting certain male attention that led to dating and love? She never had a boyfriend because of her stubbornness that the guys that said they liked her never really liked her for who she was, but only liked her for her body. Most often, this was ture. And until a guy convinced her otherwise, she was perfectly fine with being single.

Boys liked Hestia, and there was no doubt about it. Though she hung out with mostly boys, she never dressed like a tomboy. She loved female fashion and had her own twist of saucy to comfortable looking clothing. Hestia was never one to think she was completely gorgeous and go and brag about it, but she did know she wasn’t ugly. She had looks which she did pamper and take care of often. Her looks were usually what got her all the male attention at times, which brew jealously among other girls yet also drove Hestia fairly crazy. She wanted guys to not just look at her for her beauty, but for her intellectual ability and wit. She didn’t want to be seen as some trophy wife when she got older, but a wife that her husband was proud of because of her many accomplishments. Even though Hestia wanted all that from a guy, she never could resist the fun in playing hard to get. It was hilarious to be saucy and seductive and watch how easily some guys could be manipulated. Hestia felt that teasing at times and manipulating wasn’t always bad, for it was a way to balance out all those men who were complete dirty dogs and sex aholics.

When Hestia heard Amos’s voice and words and then opened her eyes to see his body kneel down next to her, she wanted to just throw him in the lake right then. But instead she laughed and shook her head, leaning back on the palms of her hands and shaking some of her long black hair from her alluring features and hazel eyes. She gave a slight roll of her eyes then smirked a bit before speaking in a sarcastic tone. “Oh I know, I’m such a little whore. I’m just mad that everyone found out last night. Now I have to be even more careful into where I hide our little sex toys.” She gave a slight snort then shook her head before looking over at Amos and giving him a fake apologetic smile. “And I’m sorry Amos, but our scheduled little riskay meeting tonight in your bedroom must be canceled, for I have to serve a stupid detention.” She winked, laughing before pausing when he mentioned her singing. He had heard her singing! Oh merlin. Her facial expression became a bit more serious and she faintly blushed and shook her head. “Sung my way out of it? Oh no. I-uh have a terrible voice.” She nodded slowly then gave a small smile, speaking humorously. “The professor would probably try and use my horrible singing, which destroyed her eardrums, as another reason to give me a weeks detention."

[Amos Diggory]

The only memory Amos has of his mother is of her tucking him into bed one night, sitting next to him whilst reading a story from The Tales of Beedle the Bard., then kissing him on the forehead and turning the light out. It wasn’t much of a memory, Amos wasn’t even sure if he’d made it up himself just so he could have something to remember her by. Despite the fact that it barely lasts 5 minutes, and there isn’t any real significance to the memory, Amos makes sure that it’s always there and that he’ll never forget it. Laura Diggory died with Amos was three and his elder sister six. Poor Amos was still a baby and didn’t really notice a different in his life- not even when they packed up and moved from Wales to England. His father and his elder sister, Sarah felt it though; his father’s never been the same since. Although Amos has never really felt too sad about not having a mother he still misses her, and due to growing up without a mother Amos started to cling to his sister as a sort of mother-figure.

Imagine looking up to a thirteen-year-old as a role model. A thirteen-year-old girl, regardless of weather she was well bred or not, was still a thirteen-year-old girl. It wasn’t that his sister was a bad role model, but thirteen is the age when you start to change more, and by that age, Sarah was- well, Sarah was boy crazy and completely friend orientated. All of Sarah’s girlfriends thought that Amos was the sweetest thing they’d every seen, with his constantly messy brown hair and big blue eyes; basically, they were in love with him. So, as Amos was at the height of his puberty, he thought it was the natural thing to be crazy out the opposite sex, he also thought it was natural for all the girls to love him… which they did. From an early age Amos was desensitized to the effects from hormones on both males and females- and the dangers of mixing the two together.

Due to too much attention being lavished on him when he was a young adolescent, Amos’s ego got a little large and he started to think highly of himself; coming to Hogwarts didn’t help that one bit. All the girls swooning over him think that he was some sort of God that had materialized. He definitely thought he had the face of a God, or an angel at the very least. We should all thank God however, that Amos grew out of that. He still thinks he’s top shit, he just doesn’t express it to others as much. Don’t get him wrong though, he still boasts- A LOT. He can’t help but try to show people up. He doesn’t do it in a disrespectful way though; it’s just what he’s always done and how he’s always acted. Being better at others in most aspects is just normal for Amos; he’s perfect in most every way… Except school.

It wasn’t that thought himself too beautiful to participate in class activities he just struggled with them- he always had. From the first day he was a bit behind due to not actually being able to read properly. Amos wasn’t mentally challenged at all, just dyslexic. He could read it just took him twice as long to read things as he’s have to stare at each word and concentrate on it before he was able to decipher it. He was embarrassed about it, se he’d taken to just not really participating in reading activities. That’s the reason he was so hopeless at potions, he’d stand squinting at the instructions on the board for half the lesson to make sure that he didn’t get it wrong, and by the time he’d be ready to start class would be over. He does try though. In his spare time Amos sits down and attempts to read all his notes and text books. It never lasts long though as something more fun that reading crosses his path and all his school work would be abandoned. What’s the plus side of struggling in school? You can get someone like Hestia Jones to be your tutor.

Amos had always admired Hestia - mainly because she was hot - but also because she was just like him in some ways. For example, she was really good looking, she was on the Quidditch team and she was a prefect. Those were all the things that Amos was, but Hestia also managed to balance school in there as well. Hestia Jones was one of the best students at Hogwarts and Amos- well Amos wasn’t. She was a bit like a triple threat- just not in a singing, dancing and acting way (although, it would seem that, with singing down, she was on the way to being one). To be honest, Amos was smitten with her; she was perfect and Amos needed help. Amos was never really good at the academic side of life; he was always using the right side of his brain more than his left. Creativity and the Arts just came naturally for him. I’m sure he would have been better at school if he could read properly, but the fact was- he couldn’t.

That’s probably how he and Hestia Jones first communicated. Amos had always been acquaintances with the girl as she was good friends with Sirius Black, one of Amos’s good friends. It wasn’t until he reached his O.W.L levels that he decided that he should probably get some help with school and everyone knew Hestia was one of the smartest people going ‘round. However, Amos was a tad too shy to ask her straight if she would help him because he was borderline mentally retarded; so Amos started hanging around in the places Hestia did (i.e. The Library), positioning himself near her and purposely struggling more than he normally did. Although Amos likes to think that it was his amazing good looks that drew Hestia Jones towards him, it was more likely that she took pity on him because he would ask people where the History section was, and when they show him claim that he ‘asked for the History section, not the Royshit section!’ That wasn’t him acting dumb though that was him being serious.

Maybe it was partly because of his good looks. Who knows? I mean- it wouldn’t be surprising, Amos was good looking, and girls were drawn to him. To start off with Amos milked it for all it was worth, but now he didn’t really bother with it. Sure, he had a fan club, and sure, people would often talk about how much they disliked him, and SURE, there was Bertha Jorkins, that weird, chubby girl that sent him a vase of 12 singing, red roses for Valentines Day last year. Those things turned him off being handsome more than they boosted his ego. He didn’t really care for all those girls. Don’t get him wrong, he was nice to them; he tried to be nice to most people, but unless you were in his immediate group of friends, than Amos wouldn’t really have an awful lot of time for you.

Amos grinned at her as she shot the sarcastic and witty remark out about their sex toys. Raising one eyebrow at her, Amos widened his eyes. “OUR sex toys? What in the name of Merlin are you talking about? They’re your sex toys, Tia. Don’t try to dump the evidence on me.” Amos said in an innocent voice before adding “But, if you wanted to you know- Hide them in my room I’m sure that would be fine, no one would think to look there.” A silly grin spread across Amos’s face and it widened even more as she blushed and started getting defensive over her singing. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Amos lay back on the grass and put his hands behind his head. “Oh don’t be such a prude, Jones! Anyway, lying is pointless. I can tell when you’re lying. Your nostrils flair” Amos said and pointed to her flaring nostrils in the middle of her pink face. “Besides, if the Professor wanted to give you another weeks detention for anything, it would be for being in position of a trunk full of sex toys.”

[Oh gosh. I'm sorry it took to long. The procrastination set in.]

[Hestia Jones]

[ it's okay! (: i'm rather busy, so if i can i'll post tomorrow, but i can't promise anything. but i should be able to post by next weekened at the latest.]

[Amos Diggory]

[That's okay. Take as long as you need. And then I post real quick. It'll be like 'WOOOSHHHH' it'll be so quick you won't know what's hit you]