#benjyfenwiick

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Antici-

Sirius pulled his arm back, satisfaction burning at the back of his brain as he watched the Death Eater drop. Sirius hadn’t killed him. At least probably not. Then again, getting hit that hard in the chest with a pressure charm could have some nasty effects even if he did manage to get up. Not Sirius’ problem.

He hurried along down the hall and realized he was back near the atrium again. Sirius hadn’t been there long, but he knew most of the action was happening elsewhere; he just wanted to get to it. As he rounded the corner, a body in front of him had Sirius immediately whipping his wand back up. He didn’t fire. He paused. A face, not a mask, and once he’d had a split second to process, Sirius lowered his wand again. “Benjy,” he said, already looking over the boy’s shoulder in case anyone else joined him. “What are you doing here? I haven’t seen anyone who needs a healer yet, but I can give you a heads up by patronus if I do.”

He didn’t expect that Benjy would be here for anything else. Sirius had only ever seen him in the capacity of a healer. He wouldn’t have expected anything more with that experience. He didn’t have time to take in Benjy’s appearance, to see that little extra something in his eye, that glint of something to prove.

[untamedmeadowes]

After the Fire

LOCATION: Fenwick Home DATE: March 10, 1982 @benjyfenwiick​

It was a solid day since Emma -- since she and Emma -- well, since everything with Emma and Dorcas still felt like her head was full of clouds or feathers or a dozen fluttering, never-still Snitches. She didn’t feel like she could sit still, so she had returned to the Bones Estate to do more busy-work chores and cleaning because even that dull, dreary drudgery in this weird, eerie, gooseflesh-inducing house was better than sitting still -- right up until it wasn’t. Dorcas’s nerves were too tight, too jangly, for her to handle the oppressive weight and presence of that place crawling along her skin like bugs or worms or a Bat-Bogey Hex.

She couldn’t go to Emma’s house; Emma was at work, and work was not the place to have whatever conversation came next even if Dorcas had been ready for that conversation which she wasn’t, and she didn’t want to go to Caradoc or Edgar or Alice for work only to be told to sit still and be patient and make herself useful quietly on whatever useless task they had at hand; didn’t even want to stand and trade practice-spells with Severus, not with her thoughts frayed and her fingers trembling like this...so she’d gone to the one person, the one place, that was always safe but never still: Benjy’s house.

Dorcas bounced on the balls of her feet as she knocked, making the rhythm of her knuckles against the wood of the door erratic and scattered in both pitch and tempo. Her knock was thus probably as unmistakable an identifier to the inhabitants within as if she’d shouted her name aloud -- which she didn’t. “Benjy!” she called instead, as though that might pull him or his parents to the door faster than her knocking alone. “Oi, Benjy! You at home? Let me in!”

[moaningmaddy]

can we be selfish?

Time: 27th of March Place: Benjy’s house Status: Closed, for @benjyfenwiick

We can be selfless for now. I’ll help you. But then, when it’s over, we’ll have to be a bit selfish, okay? We’ll have to.

That’s what Maddy had told Benjy Fenwick on the 21st of March, not long before the first injured fighter had walked into the make-shift infirmary and asked for help. And then? Then ‘it’s over��� hadn’t come. Not for a long while.

First the worst injuries and curses were treated, all through the night, and then in the morning the minor injuries. As promised, Maddy stood by Benjy’s side and helped. Those who had been able to wait, had waited, but eventually they came in, too, and between waiting for Emmeline to wake up and realising that once she did, she was still not ready to resume her work, there was the task of recuperating anything they could from the Potter Estate and moving it over to the House of Bones. And as promised, Maddy stood by Benjy’s side and helped. There were a couple of other people who sometimes took over, just long enough for them to take a nap or go home and notify everyone that they were doing okay. To shower. To eat. And as promised, Maddy stood by Benjy’s side and helped. 

Eventually all had ebbed down a little, and she asked if she could go take a look at Diagon Alley, see how bad it was, and she had asked when they’d see each other again, where, and if that would be because it was finally all over or because it wasn’t, and she had asked if he was okay. And Benjy had said yes, he was okay, and Maddy hadn’t believed him and left anyway. No longer by his side, no longer of help.

She’d done that a long time ago already, and in a way she’d never forgiven herself for it. The anger she felt towards Benjy and Dorcas was in so many parts anger meant for herself, wasn’t it? She’d slept eerily well, the whole week through, perhaps out of exhaustion, perhaps because she knew she was finally doing something, but that night, the night after Benjy said he no longer needed her help, she couldn’t find rest. The moment the morning greyed, she sent an Owl. It came back with an address. Maddy recognised it vaguely as being where Benjy and his dads lived and didn’t hesitate. She was dressed in no time and out of the door in even less.

By 10 o’clock, she arrived at the address. “Benjy?” she asked, the moment the door opened.

[auror-frank]

@benjyfenwiick​

Frank didn’t really react much to the small cut growing into something bigger because of Benjy’s mistake - and for that, Benjy was both grateful and a bit concerned. Would someone be at least a little worried that they now had a gaping wound in their arm? Or maybe Frank’s just had enough injuries in his life not to care much? He was an Auror, after all.

The dittany worked though and that was definitely a good thing. Benjy wasn’t really keen on Emmeline getting called in here to fix his mistakes. Her looks of disappointment were always the worst.

“Um, sorry!” Benjy apologized to Frank as the other man winced, but the wound was at least closed up now. Frank used the handkerchief to wipe away the blood. “Wait! That was supposed to be for - “ Biting down. Benjy stopped himself, though. It didn’t really matter. “ - Nevermind.” He pointed his wand at the cot where the blood dripped and cleaned it with a Scourgify.

He looked at Frank. “What? Yeah, I’m alright. Why are you - oh. You mean about… James.” Benjy dropped his voice to say the name, as though it were cursed. Inadvertently, his eyes shifted over to where the body had been lying just days before. “Um… yeah. We - we weren’t really close, right? I wish it never happened, of course! He didn’t really deserve that… not that anyone really deserves it! I’d be more worried about Sirius, if I were you. Not that Sirius can’t handle himself… but James was, well you know how they were… I don’t know.”

He was rambling, but that wasn’t particularly unique. He sighed, shrugged. “Yeah, I’m okay,” he finished finally.

“Supposed to be for what?”

Frank neatly folded the bloodied handkerchief; there was a warmth that subsided in his forearm where the cut had been opened and rehealed. It wasn’t just Benjy’s little accident that gave the house an air of unfriendliness. Frank hadn’t particularly felt welcomed here, ever; it was much more a place of business than a home.

He rubbed at his mouth at the mention of Sirius. The last time he had really talked with Sirius was during the mistletoe mayhem at the Christmas party. Both his lips and his elbow tingled a bit as he recalled the kiss and Frank’s sudden reaction at not only having to kiss him, but also liking it—

He took a deep breath—once Benjy had stopped babbling about James, a silence lingered over them. He was about to tell Benjy that it was okay to be sad, but it didn’t really occur to him that he knew James very well. But there had to be a reason for the deflection. “Have you talked to Sirius? Are you worried about him?”

Frank didn’t know the whereabouts of where every Order member was at all times—Sirius should have been someone Frank continued to keep an eye on, even before James had died. But Sirius wasn’t the one causing explosions, or god forbid, the one accidentally murdering innocents. He propped himself up on his elbow, not  leaving the infirmary yet.

“Has anything happened with headquarters?”

[artemthevictorious]

Let Out Some Energy

Location: Artem’s favorite gym Date: Afternoon of February 24, 1982 Starter: @benjyfenwiick​

Artem tapped their hands down over Benjy’s grinning had how well he was adjusting to the gloves. “You ready?” they asked, shifting to the side. They’d had a bag to show him how to make the initial punches, but Benjy almost seemed to be bouncing after his first few hits. “You want to keep doing this way or try something a little different.” Artem was so curious how hard he could hit if he was aiming for their face. And they’d be lying if they said they didn’t want to see how well he took a hit too.

[emmeoutofline]

Fight Me (Benjy)

Emmeline pressed her lips together, willing herself not to swear. “For the last time, you are not getting up out of this bed, and I will restrain you if I have to.”

“But I’m fine,” Benjy insisted, trying to hide a wince as he shifted and put weight on his left arm. “I know I overdid it a little bit, but I’m fine!”

“A little bit?” Emmeline jabbed her finger at him. She felt a bit like a scolding mother, and wasn’t that an odd feeling? “You dislocated your shoulder and put a new fracture in your hip bone. That is not a little bit!”

Benjy had the decency to hang his head, but he didn’t look ready to give up. “A little Skelegro, and I’ll be good as new.”

She closed her eyes, head tilted upward as she said, “How many times do I have to repeat it? Skelegro is not a magical cure-all to make everything better. You need rest and to take it easy. If you’re not careful, you’ll lose even more mobility.” Her face softened, and Emmeline sat down at the end of his bed. “You’ve got a long happy future ahead of you, Benjy. Don’t hurt it and yourself because you pushed too hard, too fast.”

[arabellafiggaf]

Potter Estate Kitchens | Arabella Figg & Benjy Fenwick March 3rd, 1982 Closed starter for @benjyfenwiick​

Arabella had a suspicion. It wasn’t really based on much outside of gut feeling and probability, and that was a big part of the reason she had yet to bring it up; in light of what had happened with Ainsley, throwing any sort of accusations around felt even more serious and grave. However, if those three troublemakers did indeed have something to do with what happened at the Daily Prophet… Well. It was about time the Order did something about their reckless tendencies.

Of course, this was all speculation, technically. Arabella had yet to find any actual proof, but if she was right, Benjy Fenwick was surely the one most likely to slip up and confirm her suspicions. He seemed like a nice boy - perhaps a bit too nice to run along with Dorcas’ schemes - and Arabella did genuinely like him, so she didn’t feel too guilty about asking him to meet her for a nice cup of afternoon tea, or coffee, or whatever it was youths drank nowadays.

“Oh, you’re a bit early,” she noted, just briefly glancing up at him before returning to the task at hand. She carefully poured the melted chocolate in the pan, taking a moment to smooth it over with a spatula. Once satisfied with the result, she looked up at Benjy once again and smiled. “No matter, I’m almost done. Now, technically, this is supposed to chill in the refrigerator for a while, but it’s a Muggle recipe so I suppose we can improvise. Do you know a cooling spell you can use to speed the process along?”

[efachittock]

Location: McKinnon Estate Date: March 21st, 1982 closed for @benjyfenwiick

Efa didn't want to rely on the Order for treatment, but the alternative -- coming up with lies to feed her father on how she got those burns -- was worse. So she ended up there, sitting on one of the best in the McKinnon Estate infirmary room, trying to will her fingers from trembling in weakness as she curled and uncurled them.

"It was just from... holding my wand wrong," she told Benjy, brows furrowed and head down as her gaze focused on the blisters on her own palm. Her fist had been curled tight around her wand as she fought, as if she had to forcefully keep the thing from flying off mid-battle. She ended up holding it so tightly and so wrongly in her haste to attack, that a few of her spells probably bled back onto her. It didn't hurt too bad, and it was worth having fought off all those Death Eaters, but the look of it wasn't pretty. Her skin looked as if bubbles had been forming under the surface, all sorts of purples, blues, and greens painting down to her wrist. It was pretty gross, if she said so herself.

But perhaps it didn't hurt too badly only because her nervous system was more focused on processing the pain on her back. Right behind a shoulder, she had been hit with a spell in the beginning of it all, a red flare that nearly missed her entirely, but caught her just so. It had burnt a piece off her shirt and scorched a deep slash across her shoulder blades and it stung like a motherfucker. "I haven't looked at my back, but I think it's some kind of burn, nonverbal spell or I didn't hear it, at least," she looked back up at Benjy, pointing vaguely past her shoulder. She felt so small, sitting here, just waiting to be healed. She hated it. No wonder she'd dreaded this so much and waited until so much later to do it, but now she just wanted to get it done. She cleared her throat nervously. "Should be easy to fix it. Right?"

[inconsolcble]

Location: McKinnon Estate Date: March 21st, 1982, late morning closed for @benjyfenwiick

There was something awful brewing in Remus' chest, half-fear, half-dread, every time he flashed back to seeing all of that blood on the floor of the Potter Estate, right where Emmeline had been. It was agony not knowing what happened, but it was agony to think of checking up with them and finding out the worst.

Remus decided on indulging the former. As much as he didn't like stepping foot in the McKinnon Farm more than he needed to, these days, he couldn't let too much of the day go by without checking on them. If this was a worst case scenario, Benjy could probably use a shoulder to lean on, and Remus had one good shoulder to lend. He also could use a fix for the other shoulder, but that came as a secondary necessity, given the state of things. He'd managed to use a temporary fix for the broken clavicle mid-battle, so the bone wasn't mended yet, but it wasn't shooting pain into his system at every little movement he made. The spell he'd used would likely make the healers' jobs harder now, but desperate measures and all that.

He walked into the infirmary carefully, pushing the door open slowly and peeking in like he could second-guess and bolt back out if no one noticed him. If the boy was too busy, he could come back another time, of course. It didn't turn out to be the case, thankfully. It was already late in the morning, things weren't the same frenzied chaos from a couple hours ago when the wounded had just started to apparate in.

"Hey, Benjy," he called as he approached, his voice warm. He reached out to give the younger wizard's arm a squeeze, because they probably weren't close enough for a hug (plus, the pained shoulder would be a bit of a bitch for that), but he still needed to offer the comfort. "How are you holding up? How is she?" Emmeline's name went unsaid, because it was so pressing on his mind, that he figured it was on everyone else's, too.

[dedalusdigg]

Modern Day Dedalus

Inspired by @inconsolcble‘s Instagram AU because we all know Diggs would be all over that. Featuring a whole bunch of people so forgive all the tags; @lutraverselemonde @gideonprewxtt @dearborncaradoc @mauricecreevey @spellnbone @artemthevictorious @untamedmeadowes @benjyfenwiick

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Rosalia Clearwater - @rosaliaclearwater Lucinda Talkalot - @everybody-talks Benjy Fenwick - @benjyfenwiick Regulus Black - @alphaleoniis

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Call Me (For Benjy)

Sirius giggled as he stumbled into the hospital wing. He realized belatedly that he’d probably be in trouble for showing up intoxicated if Emmeline was there, but thankfully she wasn’t. “Benjy!” he called, nearly tripping over the closest bed. “Hey Benjy, thought you were coming out tonight!”

Benjy turned around, eyes widening a bit as he took in Sirius in all his thoroughly sloshed glory. “Well, um, Emmeline got called in at St. Mungo’s, so I figured I should be here.”

“No one’s gonna get hurt,” Sirius said. He reached the other wizard and threw an arm around around his shoulders. “It’s a normal night. There’s no missions. Loosen up. If you forget to live a little, you’ll be as boring as Caradoc. Come on, I left Dorcas dancing on top of a table. If we hurry, maybe you can catch her if she falls down.”

[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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[moaningmaddy]

what on earth?

Location: Potter Estate Time: 9th of March Status: Closed, for @benjyfenwiick

It was the third day of her being a true member of the Order of the Phoenix and Maddy had been asked to prepare some tea. Well, not exactly asked, but someone had mentioned a dire need of a cuppa, and she’d sprung to the occasion. Now she was in the kitchen of what they called the Old Head Quarters (though she had yet to be introduced to the New Head Quarters) and was looking for a kettle. 

She was about to resign and just grab a pot, when a familiar boy appeared before her she thought she’d never, in her life, see ever again. Benjy Fenwick. She froze. Her eyes widened. Her breath halted. Then: “Nope.” She very quickly tossed the pot back into the cupboard, shut it close noisily and marched out of the kitchen, past him without looking at him even just one more time. “This is not happening, nope.” 

[emmeoutofline]

Date: March 21, 1982 Location: House of Bones Infirmary  Starter: @benjyfenwiick

Emmeline turned, a box full of potions ingredients in her hands. “That should be the last of it in this cabinet,” she told Benjy as she brought it toward the desk. The door banged open, though, and Emmeline looked up with a frown, ready to scold whoever it was treating the house so roughly.

The words died on her lips, and despite herself, Emmeline dropped the box. She heard a couple vials shatter. Some tiny piece of her brain added that nothing in the box should mix too terribly, but she couldn’t focus there. Instead all she could do was stare as if frozen at the silver mask in the doorway and the wand arm raising to point at her.

At the last minute, Emmeline came alive, darting to the side with a shout of, “Duck!” just in time to avoid whatever spell they’d flung at her. It probably hadn’t been pleasant, so Emmeline would take what she could get. Thankfully she was close enough to the desk to reach her wand. As Emmeline scrambled behind it for cover, she snatched her wand off the top, wincing as she felt the energy of a spell just miss her hand. She threw up a quick shield charm toward the Death Eater in the doorway and looked around for Benjy. She hoped like hell he hadn’t been injured.

[emmeoutofline]

All Alone in The Moonlight

Date: March 22, early hours Location: McKinnon Farm infirmary  Starter: @benjyfenwiick​

When she woke up in the middle of the night, she wondered why she was there. When a tall boy rushed toward her bed, she shrank back in fear. “What do you want?” she nearly cried, clutching at the blankets. She wanted her wand. Why? What would it do? Emmeline bit her lip, her whole body quivering as she worried about what this guy wanted. He didn’t look threatening. He looked scared and maybe relieved, but she couldn’t imagine any reason he would be in her room in the middle of the night.

She turned away from him, not wanting to make eye contact. Then she saw a sliver of wood on the side table next to the bed. The wand, her mind supplied helpfully. She still had no idea what to do with it, but she snatched it off the table nonetheless and held it out in front of her with both hands tightly wrapped around the handle. It felt both comfortable and awkward in her hands like this. “I’m warning you,” she said weakly. “Stay back. Who are you, and why are you here?”