#benjy01

[gretascatchlove]

"So it's actually kind of a funny story...." Greta trailed off, her cheeks red from embarrassment. The department of magical catastrophes had been called, for merlin's sake. She was usually exceptional at charms it had been her best subject at Hogwarts, but she'd gotten distracted and caused a cheese explosion. "I'm writing a cookbook and I wanted to test the recipes before I write them down. I guess I shouldn't include this one then?"

who: open where: Hogsmeade

His job wasn't much of an office one, he was always rather on the move. Wizards didn't usually bring their accidental magic over to the Ministry of Magic, but they certainly did send owls asking for help. Benjy apparated to Hogsmeade, where the owl suggested the mishap had happened. It was a nice day out there and you wouldn't notice anything was really wrong unless you knew what you were looking for. "Is this what was reported as a magical catastrophe?" The wizard asked, his brows perking. "Can you please enlighten me on how, for Merlin's beard, did this happen?"

[amos-whoisleft-blog]

indifference / benjy & amos

Flyers everywhere. Again.

Over the years, Amos had gotten used to the outraged speeches coming from a certain Ravenclaw Muggleborn in his year. He’d brushed off the organised protests that Benjy had helped set up, he’d managed to block out the various political rants that occurred throughout the year. It had become a thing now, a normality. Somewhere, in some capacity, Benjy Fenwick was making a fuss about the mistreatment of Muggleborns. And Amos was usually just fine with that.

But after a hideous thirty minute sleep, followed by double Potions, Amos was in no mood to deal with anyone. So when he went into the Great Hall for lunch and found flyers placed on every free bit of table, he felt undeniable annoyance. Not anger, it was a free place after all. But his irritation was obvious, picking up a few of the flyers at the end of the table and chucking them carelessly on the floor. He sat on the bench, rolling his eyes at the sheer volume of the things. He did not care to read them, it would no doubt say the same thing.

With a frown he reached over, picking up some food ready to eat when he felt the presence of someone next to him. He cast a glance over his shoulder, spotting the very same man who he supposed was responsible for the mess around them. Amos hummed in acknowledgement, “If you’re planning on redecorating the Hall, I’d say have a more yellowy tone.” He remarked with a large grin, pulling some food onto his plate. “Are you rallying again? If so, I’m afraid I’m busy that day. Whatever day it is.”

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[emmeline-whoisleft]

ways to prepare | benjy & emme

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The Ravenclaw Common Room was often a peaceful place, where Emmeline felt remarkably at ease. While she never liked the stereotypes that came with the houses, she did notice the main living space did often play host to mostly studying students rather than fiendishly loud games. She’d been guilty of that more than a few times, especially when she went through her obsession with Exploding Snaps. Merlin, the glares she got for playing that in the Common Room were something she wouldn’t forget any time soon.

It was quieter than usual, with it heading into the later hours of the evening and most students either already in their dormitories or grabbing the last amount of scraps they could from the Great Hall. Emmeline had set herself up a small area to overlook the grounds of Hogwarts. She surrounded herself with notes and books, in an effort to finish off her last bits of study. Instead, she’d settled into a good book by the Muggle author, Susan Cooper. It was always interesting to read fantasy novels, especially with their disillusioned belief as to what witches would be like.

Honestly, Emmeline had barely been paying attention to her surroundings, but heavy footsteps caught her attention. Coming through the portrait, looking utterly exhausted and worse for wear was Benjy Fenwick. Immediately, Emmeline panicked. Was he hurt? Did he get into a fight with another Pureblood? Memories of how malicious some of them could be flooded through her, and her palms grew clammy.

But he was wearing a faint smile, it seemed, and her racing heart began to slow. He didn’t look injured, just very sweaty. She raised her free hand above her head and waved to get his attention. When she finally got it, she smiled widely, trying to push away her previous anxiety for him. “Have you been running? Or did you maybe take a dip in the lake?”

[hestivjones]

benjyfenwiick​:

Benjy smiled kindly at her - she was one of the lucky ones, the people with a nine to five. Then again, none of them really had that, with the Order. They might work something simple during the daytime, but the evenings were spent for Order. Whenever Benjy was on the night shift, he tended to have Order stuff during the day, especially if Emmeline was working. No matter what, the members were tired. Which didn’t really seem great for war.

“Yeah,” he said good-naturedly. “Can’t tell you the number of times I’ve crashed on the cots at the - “ He lowered his voice to a whisper. “ - the Estate. I think Mum’s worried about my nightlife activities. Can’t exactly tell her I’m not off downing potions, can I?”

Benjy shrugged at the next question. “Dunno, really. I’ve only done one rotation, but I get bored on the wards where things are the same every day. So yeah, maybe emergency… or maybe, like, curses. Haven’t really decided yet. That’s if I don’t flunk out, even!”

Benjy grabbed one of the tomatoes off the stand and put it into his basket as she talked about her work. It sounded a lot like his internship, even in very different fields. Low on the totem pole, but hands on and learning. That had always been the best way for Benjy to learn. “So, like, what do you do, exactly? The work, I mean… just helping people with trials? Or are you creating laws and stuff? I know nothing about your work,” he added with a laugh.

She nodded in agreement. Even with her own place to crash and mostly set work-hours, Hestia still found herself snoozing in comfortable chairs and couches at headquarters sometimes. In that way, she didn’t envy Benjy. At least she didn’t have to make up excuses to justify her odd hours. The only ones that noticed her odd comings and goings were the muggles living in her building, and being southerners they were pointedly antisocial and gave zero damns.

«You could always make up a partner,» Hestia suggested with a half shrug and a smile that told that she was mostly joking. «That should give a good excuse as to why you’re out at night. Unless your fam is like mine and would insist on meeting them.»

Hestia listened as he spoke, realizing that she knew very little about how the hospital was run. Most of the time she was there, it had been to meet someone else. «Curses sounds fun! Or, interesting that is. I’ll imagine a lot of interesting people come through that ward.» She bit her lip. «Do you have long before you need to start specializing? And I’ll doubt you’ll flunk out - I’ve heard nothing but praises from common friends.»

Him picking up a tomato prompted her to remember that she too was on a shopping trip. She had momentarily let herself forget that she still had a list to work through and she gave her scribbled note a glance again. When he asked about her work, she had half a mind to re-forget her list. «It’s a bit of everything so far,» she said happily. «I help with a lot of the research for stuff like trials, law-changes and creation of new ones. Anything you’d need to read for, really. Just a change to one paragraph requires a lot of groundwork, so the higher-ups don’t have time to do it all on their own. I hope to be able to create and change laws one day, if they keep me on. I’m getting a bit more leeway each day, so it looks promising!»

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