The Knight(Hestia)

[Castor Greengrass]

Dusk fell slowly; Castor watched as his father's horse sped away down the road. They had of course, said their goodbyes. Though Castor was still quite upset. With his head down, he turned and went into his father's stable. The other horses greeted him in their usual ways. Castor's favorite was a large Clydesdale. He had ridden it before, but only under the supervision of his father.

With a glance out into the direction his father had ridden, Castor suppressed a cry though tears streamed from his eyes quickly. He approached his favorite horse and with his head on the top of the fencing, admired its grey coat. He began to wonder what it would be like to ride through the evening like his father did.

Castor unlatched the door to the pen and went inside slowly. He made a choking sob and then climbed one side of the fence and hopped up onto the horses' back. The horse went forward on its own, trotting out of the stable slowly. Castor gripped it by the mane and began to bark orders at it loudly.

A lightning bolt struck a nearby tree and the boom of thunder startled both the boy and his steed. Castor released his grip and the grey horse sprinted from under him instantly. He was thrown off the back of the horse and landed next to a tree unto his front. Castor tried to move but his body refused to heed him for a moment. Then suddenly he crawled to the tree's trunk and sat down with his back against it. He curled up under the tree, tucking his legs under his arms and putting his head down onto his knees as rain began to pour slowly at first.

[Hestia Greengrass]

Dusk fell slowly; dark gray clouds filled the sky, announcing the storm. Still holding onto her husband's steady warm hand, Hestia lowered her eyes, trying to suppress the tears which were threatening to fall and wet her soft cheeks. "Must you really go?" she whispered, raising her eyes to her husband's face. With immense sorrow in his eyes, he squeezed her gentle hand a planted a gentle kiss on her lips. Then he knelt into the grass to say goodbye to their son. A few moments later, he mounted his horse and made his way down the rocky road. Hestia stood alone, staring at the road until she could no longer see the dark horse and its rider. In stead of apparating, lord Greengrass always rode to his destination. They lived amongst muggles and acted as though they were muggles. Hestia loved their life, but she sometimes wondered what her late father would have said had he seen his only daughter turn into a blood traitor.

Minutes passed and Hestia suddenly realised that she had been standing with her eyes focused on the road, her hair and robe flowing around her as though she was a creature from the muggles' tales. She turned around to look for Castor, but he was gone. Hestia started shaking, her breaths were fast and shallow as she run down towards the family house looking for her son.
A thunder struck somewhere near and she started to panic, screaming her son's name. Her eyes flew towards the stables just in time to see a horse trotting out, down the lawn. With rain and tears running down her face, Hestia followed the horse. "Castor" she was screaming. "Castor!"

Hestia was running, unable to keep up with the strong fast horse. A lightning bolt struck a tree near the horse and its tiny rider dropped to the ground. Hestia screamed and hurried towards her son, praying that he was not injured. She was running as fast as she could, but it still took few too long minutes for her to reach her son. Hestia nearly threw herself beneath the tree, reaching out to hug her son. She sat next to him and pulled him closer, her soft fingers caressing his wet cheeks. "Cheri, are you hurt? Are you in pain?"