There she is!

Hestia stared at Charley for a beat before the man before them started to lecture her as if she were some irresponsible caretaker (she arguably was given what she taught some of the kids, and how often she hid some of them after they’d stolen things, but that was besides the point). She bristled, shooting a glare at the man who looked like an overstuffed parakeet with his feathers ruffled. And ugly stuffed parakeet dressed in tweed. “I beg your pardon?” She narrowed her eyes, noting the telltale shift in Charley’s stance at the man’s side.

Hestia stepped further into the man’s space, making sure to keep an eye on his sightline. “What I allow my sister to do is absolutely none of your concern.” She said, her tone frosty. She’d taken the hand with the book in it and used her skirts to hide the gilded edges peeking out from behind her back. “Besides, she’s found me, hasn’t she?” Never mind the fact that Charley looked absolutely nothing like Hestia, but for all the man knew, they weren’t directly related, which wasn’t entirely uncommon.

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