Hestia Megan Jones

HESTIA MEGAN JONES

Full Name:      Hestia Megan Jones Nicknames:      Hesty Chesty, a rather mean and ironic name that followed her through school Date of Birth:      12 December 1958 Hometown:      Teddington, England Education:      Ravenclaw, 1977 Blood Status:      Pureblood Occupation:      File Clerk, Records Department, Ministry of Magic Wand Type:      12” inches, maple, phoenix feather core

APPEARANCE

Hair:
     Light brown hair with a slight wave that hangs around her shoulders.
Eyes:
     Brown
Height:
      5' 7" (1.70 m)
Style:
     With a full closet of business casual clothing, Hestia is rarely dressed down. She hasn’t bought or worn a pair of jeans outside of graduation, but on a Friday night with no plans, she is in a jumper older than the first years at Hogwarts and a pair of stretch pants with holes that would make it embarrassing to step outside of her flat.

PERSONALITY

Erised:
     To read everything on her bookshelf.
Dementor:
     During her third year, girls started developing before she did and earned the nickname Hesty Chesty as a means to taunt her. It used to hurt and confuse her because she didn’t think she had done anything wrong and worth the ridicule..
Patronus:
      Being one of her favorite holidays, Christmas always manages to have some sort of disaster attached. One year she over brandied the pudding, another year she spilled the soup all over the kitchen. At the same time, these are her favorite memories.
Boggart:
      Flying.
Likes:
      Cold and rainy weather, champagne (the bubbles tickle), traveling, color, traditional furnishing, throw blankets, hot cocoa in front of the fire, cold rooms – she’ll keep her place nearly freezing, French singers (Edith Pilaf, etc), mint chocolate chip ice cream, her files, organizing, Quidditch, new socks, reading (fiction to a technical manual), dogs, banjoes
Dislikes:
      Arguments, heels, bigotry, animal cruelty, house elf and goblin cruelty, etc., her tiny, dark office, balloons, spicy, hot foods, meat, most breakable things, especially plates or glasses (she has all plastic tableware)
Basic Personality:
     Hestia’s closest work friends are the files that come across her desk. The countless dead from the war are all remembered during her tea, like some morbid party where she makes friends with people only on the knowledge of their N.E.W.T.s scores, their occupation, the names of their family members, and the small amount of paper left of their official record before marking them deceased.
     She is quite sociable, but she’s never managed to blossom into a social butterfly at work and is barely being recognized at office parties. She makes people uncomfortable by supporting a wide range of causes, talking a little too loudly about her vegetarianism, and knowing more about dead people than the people she’s related to.
     Reading is a dedicated task, one that must be done in a night and in sacrifice of her sleep. Because of this, Hestia is often considered unambitious, sloppy, and has been overlooked for promotions on more than one occasion. Her ambition lies elsewhere, with family and loved ones, with those files that slide across her desk that require more attention than the others, and with making the world a better and more fair place. She can go unnoticed and make people listen.

BIOGRAPHY

Parents:
     Alistair and Francine Jones
Siblings:
     N/A
Spouse/Significant Other:
     N/A
Children:
     N/A
Other Family:
           The Jones family is large and Hestia has not met every member. The most important members of late are Melissa Reynolds, her husband, and children; Michael Jones, Jr. (deceased)
Pets:
     Alistair, Jr., a five-year old terrier mix
Biography:
     Hestia was a fairly average child with a loving mother and father and more family than she could count. She argued with her mother about her clothes or hair or when it was too young to wear makeup or get her ears pierced. Her father was often busy at work or sometimes distant because they didn’t share the same interests, but Hestia always felt loved and knew she was spoiled.
     When she was eleven, Hestia went to Hogwarts and was sorted into Ravenclaw. She had expected either Gryffindor or Hufflepuff, so the match unsettled her until she got to know her roommates better. School was rather easy for Hestia and she found that she could make not superb but average grades with very little work. She was often considered lazy, which took her out of the running for Prefect fifth year, but she was passionate about everything outside of a classroom. Hestia often went to professors with an alternative essay topic than the one assigned and would spend days researching and forget to write the essay entirely.
     Some time in the middle of Hestia’s second year, people began confusing her for some girl named Mel. They would run up to her in the hall and start conversations before realizing that she was a Ravenclaw and a year older than whoever they were looking for. Her friends even began to tell her of a girl that looked just like her, but it wasn’t until Hestia’s third year that she actually caught site of the girl. Friends had tried to point her out in the courtyard, but Hestia never saw her or when she thought she did, she never noticed a resemblance.
     During her fourth year, they had a conversation about Quidditch, which was incredibly successful when they focused on professional teams instead of house teams. The girls started bumping into each other a lot during that year and chatted happily about a whole range of topics. It was near Christmas holiday when they started chatting about their plans that they realized there was some crossover of meals and celebrations. It shouldn’t have been too shocking, but Hestia hadn’t thought of her family line having an American branch and just thought it was coincidental that their last names were shared. A few letters to the older members of the Jones’ family revealed that Melissa and Hestia were second cousins and, along with growing closer over the following years, Hestia became obsessed with tracing their family tree though she can barely remember the names found in her generation.
     Miraculously or not, Hestia graduated in the summer of 1977 and started her job almost immediately. It was a depressing job with a small closet of an office and a boss that only came by to give her more work, but Hestia frequently entertained herself with the people she was meant to be filing away and she entertained them in return. She would sing songs or talk about her day as if the person she was filing away was in the room and her dearest friend.
     The war kept her busy and it felt like she was marking more people deceased than filing away birth certificates. She was in Hogsmeade celebrating Melissa’s graduation when the carriages were attacked and she carried the names of those lost in the battle in her head for nearly a year until it became too much.
     By the end of 1978, Hestia had never expected to receive another letter from Hogwarts, let alone Dumbledore, but there was one waiting for her after work one evening. In her letter she was invited to meet somewhere secret, to meet with Dumbledore, and that it would be safe. A letter could be easily forged and she had made no secret of her “blood traitor” attitudes, but still she went. She was one of many others to receive the same invitation and that was the night Hestia joined the Order of the Phoenix.
     Her position at the Ministry meant that she could easily spy on the people they suspected to be apart of the Death Eaters from their records or and she retreated fully into her office, rarely leaving for lunch. The work Hestia did was through and led to some further investigations, even preventing some attacks, but she couldn’t prevent everything. She was devastated every time a friend fell during the war and it would take her days to file them away. It felt that as long as they were on her desk, they weren’t really dead, and Hestia refused to bury them with the rest.
     The finality of the war was a relief, but there are still dead that come across her desk and she still pours over them for the answer that would have saved them, even if they were 160 years old. It’s a morbid obsession, but it gives her an appreciation of life.

PLAYER INFORMATION

Name:
     Kori
Payment:
     PM
Comments:
     6/6…? Maybe.