A/N: Recently been overcome with Habian feels, so enjoy a very short seven-shot I wrote at around 3am. (Please don't judge me too harshly)
Disclaimer: JKR is the reason why instead of going out and partying with all the girls my age I'm sitting at home crying and writing.
To say she was nervous would be an understatement. Hestia was full on terrified. She didn't know what she was getting herself into, didn't know anyone, barely knew anything (or so she thought), and wanted to go home.
Her mother had already left, not before giving her a soft kiss on the cheek, a tight hug, and a promise that she was to write whenever possible. The platform was full to the brim with students of all ages, along with their respectable families, most towering over tiny barely-five-foot, eleven-year-old Hestia Jones.
Somehow she'd managed to meander her way through the massive crowd – not without some effort, that was – and had scored a window seat in a nondescript carriage aboard the Hogwarts Express. Her nerves hadn't calmed much during the journey there.
A few new faces made their way into the compartment, boys, and judging by their height they were most likely first or second years. She had to admit she was slightly relieved – she probably would have thrown up if an older student had come in.
She kept her eyes trained to the platform outside, watching parents wave their hands frantically and smaller children – even smaller than her – run around and play fight each other. It was almost like the kind of picture you see from a postcard, only instead of crashing blue waves, you saw waving, smiling people.
She barely noticed that an occupant of the compartment had spoken up, until said speaker tapped her on the shoulder nervously, like she was a bomb of sorts.
Startled, she turned to face one of the boys that had entered, the one that had sat down in the seat next to her. She was not, however, prepared to have her heart race and skip and jump at the sight of him.
He had a sweet face, a grin firmly pasted on his slightly oversized mouth, wonky teeth and all. Strawberry blonde curls framed his pale face, and freckles danced along his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. His brown eyes sparked, with something along the lines of excitement and nervousness.
"Hi, I'm Fabian," he said in a voice that had yet to break, "Nice to meet you." At that, he stuck out a hand which Hestia shook, and titled his head to another curly haired ginger, one who looked pretty much like the boy's clone. "I have a twin and his name's Gideon. I'm the better one, obviously."
All in all, he was not the most attractive a man could be. Really, she supposed, all the boys in his little group that he had entered with were probably twice the looker he was (excluding his twin), maybe even more.
"Hi. I'm Hestia. Hestia Jones. I don't have any siblings, and most of the time I'm extremely thankful for that."
"Well, Hestia, Hestia Jones, looking forward to Hogwarts?"
But despite his debatable good looks, Hestia, consciously or otherwise, had decided she had found the most beautiful man alive.