#aka i thought it would be funny to do Benji's First Impression which lasts for 1 Hour before he becomes Attached

[l0nglives]

"You wanna be left alone, don't you? I'll be in the kitchen, over here." Benji

" i still think you're a jinn. " he doesn't trust easily; his mother trusted fox , a rich white man with a handsome smile , and she's been missing for two years. he's counted. after day five hundred and eighty-three came the realization that mama isn't coming back , just like baba , and just like his big brother who used to play mary had a little lamb with his nostrils on a recorder. this armand -- name still pending because benji is certain that isn't his real name -- may be an angel in sybelle's eyes , who is his elder by three years , of course , just like his big brother, but he won't be swayed.

-- that doesn't mean his stomach is above such things. no, apparently, the growling isn't coming from armand-the-jinn but him. clad in all too big clothes and his mop of raven curls nothing short of unmanageable, he cranes his head toward the kitchen as the smell of food causes his tongue to salivate.

he finds himself slinking off the plush couch and towards the kitchen. he's slow in his movements , much like he's approaching a dangerous predator than whoever armand is -- then again, and Benjamin has always been a discerning fellow, isn't that just what armand is? a predator? doesn't know what kind, yet, but he isn't an idiot.

he makes his way to the kitchen eventually -- still so skeptical -- with a guarded stance, even if his stomach rumbles. " sybelle tells me you do not eat. " after all, he is sybelle's guardian, not this jinn, and if he lied to sybelle than he isn't trustworthy ... even if the food smells really good.

[blitheringmcgonagall]

This is a very silly/fluffy Jily fic for @lizardcookie - Happy Birthday love 🥳🥳💗💗 🎂 🎂 🎁 🎁!! It’s ridiculous cause you gifted us with a new Jily fic today, which is outrageously excellent and a huge treat (nothing new here, I love it). So this is a small, silly, fluffy bit of pre-relationship Jily back at you. Hope you have a beautiful day Sarah, you deserve much joy xxx

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Though I’ve tried before to tell her Of the feelings I have for her in my heart Every time that I come near her I just lose my nerve As I’ve done from the start

Every little thing she does is magic Everything she do just turns me on Even though my life before was tragic Now I know my love for her goes on

The Police - Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic

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She was standing talking to Mary Mc Donald, Dorcas Meadows and Benjy Fenwick, her satchel slung casually over her shoulder, her auburn waves blowing gently in the cold air. The white smoke billowing from the Hogwarts Express enveloping her and temporarily hiding her from his sight. When she emerged from the haze, she was laughing uproariously at something Mary had said, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, her nose wrinkled up, like it always did when she found something funny. He knew when she opened her eyes they would be shining brightly, so vividly, so alive. The 6th Year Christmas holidays had only lasted two weeks but he felt as though he hadn’t seen her in years. Her eyes wandered around the bustling platform, as though searching for someone, until they found his. 

“Fucking hell!”

He stumbled forwards and Sirius let out a sharp laugh.

“What happened?” Remus called out, sounding vaguely concerned despite his laughter.

“He walked into the lamp post cause he was ogling Evans,” Peter snorted as James rubbed the side of his head.

“Not ogling!” he rolled his eyes good humouredly, trying to look annoyed as the others laughed again. “I was just looking at her laughing.” 

He hadn’t been ogling. Not really. Not in a weird way. It was simply that seeing her happy made him feel so warm and contented and bursting with something. Joy, or something like it. He wanted to be the one making her laugh like that. Making her so happy. She deserved to be happy.

“Merlin, he’s so deaf! Oi, Prongs!” Sirius’ shouts woke him from his reverie.

“Huh?” He turned around sharply, still looking at her, distracted by her, and almost lost his footing again.

His traitorous mates dissolved into giggles.

“You are a lost cause!” Sirius said, coming over and patting his shoulder with a smirk. 

“I am, yeah,” James said, earning another laugh from Sirius.

It was one of the things his mates liked about him, that he knew how to laugh at himself. That he didn’t mind them taking the piss, constantly.

“She’s looking over at you,” Remus commented dryly, as he straightened James’ tie.

“Huh?” James jerked him head in Lily’s direction.

“Fuck” he added, wincing and holding his neck.

“Did you just give yourself a torticollis?” Remus asked, looking at him as though in awe at his utter disastrousness.

“Torti-whaty-whaty?” asked Sirius, staring as Remus with what James thought was a lovestruck expression.

“Crick in his neck,” Remus said, with an affectionate sigh.

“Word snob,” said Sirius, sounding impressed.

“Fuck you,” said Remus, sounding pleased.

“Maybe?” James replied, vague, his attention wholly and irrevocably focused on the red headed student.

“She’s smiling at you again Prongs,” Peter chuckled.

She was. She really was. Such a fond look.

“She’s laughing at you, Prongs,” Sirius said.

“Fuck off, Padfoot,” James grinned back at her.

She was laughing at him. He had succeeded in making her laugh. Not in the way he would have preferred, but still, it counted for something.

“She’s smitten too, Prongs, she fucking loves you,” Sirius added with a smug expression, pulling up the collar of his leather jacket to look cooler (as apparently that’s what muggles thought was cool, who knew?).

“Nah!” said James, giving Sirius an exaggerated eye roll and hoping his dark skin hid his flushed cheeks. “She doesn’t.” 

She was everything. She could beat him in an Arithmancy test and have him swooning over her mastery of Potions. She could win his eternal favour by wearing a teal blue hooded robe or wearing a scuffed pair of runners with torn jeans. By standing up to Mulciber, fearlessly, and by helping a confused First Year. By accepting Remus’ Furry Little Problem without a second thought, by teasing Sirius and by joining in with Peter’s antics. Every little thing she did was magic. The way she placed her hair behind her ear, almost coy, the way she jumped up and down and screamed her approval when Gryffindor won that last match against the Hufflepuffs, screaming his name.

Screaming his name…

“Ouch!” he said, turning around to glare at Sirius. “Why d’you poke me, you twat?”

“Merlin’s arse, Prongs!” said Sirius, poking him again, rather viciously. “She spoke to you? And you just ignored her?”

James elbowed him back, the annoying little fucker.

“Fuck off…what?” he said, whipping his head around and looking over at Lily.

She was biting her lower lip and smiling at him.

Of course, he was so blind and stupid it was a curse from the gods and Merlin, fuck! He was such an idiot and-

Somehow, he had managed to walk over to her, without making a conscious decision, and was now standing right in front of her, speechless.

“Alright, Potter?” she said, like she wanted him to say it back.

He grinned wide, so wide.

“Alright, Evans?” he said, winking at her and immediately ruffling his hair.

She nodded, beaming at him, the cold, crisp air condensing her breath and blowing it towards him when she exhaled. He breathed in and felt like she had given it to him, like she was his oxygen.

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