Written for ErynPotter's 100 stories under 100 words challenge.
I used the prompt Dream.
Word-count: 100
Hestia's apartment was very small, dark, messy, cozy. She bustled around before she managed to serve Tonks a glass of wine.
They had been to a meeting with the Order, but didn't want to stop planning, pondering, fighting, hoping.
"I dream of this every night", Hestia said. Stared deep into Tonks eyes.
"About what…?"
They lost eye contact, Hestia looked into her glass.
Smiled.
"I'm dreaming about fighting, winning, doing what's right… but…" Her eyes lost their gleaming. "Sometimes about losing…"
Tonks stroked her hand.
"Sometimes I dream about you…"
Tonks got a cold sweat. Did not want this.
Love.