With a tape recorder in one hand and a glass of champagne in another, Lily was standing at the edge of the event. She supposed that this was what she loved most about her job: recording typical quotes and memorable sounds at events. She liked sharing the experience of an event with just sound, rather than with pictures, and was completely in her element ( perhaps that was because of the few glasses of champagne she’d drank already ). Observing the crowds, she took a sip of her glass and searched for her next interviewee/victim. Soon she found one, and she stepped up to them, mic raised. “Lily Evans, Wizarding Wireless Network News. Can I ask you a few questions?,” she asked, soon adding – because that question was rhetorical – another question. “Be honest: are you here for Celestina or the open bar? Or for a more serious reason?”
Benjy, about to down his glass, found Lily Evans standing in front of him with a microphone, and paused. ‘ Like, seriously —? ’ he mouthed, gesturing between himself and the microphone with a vaguely amused expression, before his eyes lit up with a wicked glint and he shot her a mischievous look. This could absolutely go down on record, as far as he was concerned—-the wizarding world needed a laugh, frankly. “I’m here to meet Celestina at the open bar,” he informed her, faux-serious tone. “Did you know, I’m actually the inspiration for her latest heartfelt ballad? Gilderoy Lockhart’ll tell you it’s him, but think about it, folks: who’s gonna write a love song about some fluffy-haired—” he almost said git, but instead said, “—ponce who spent half the last year searching for hags when my dulcet tones are coursing through the Quidditch Pitch for all the league matches?” His tone was joking, somewhere between laughing at Gilderoy and laughing at himself, and he winked at her. He had no idea how her boss’d feel about this line of questioning, and would give her a real quote if she needed, but was enjoying himself for now.
“Thank Merlin there’s an open bar because I’m going to need A LOT of drinks to get over how much I dislike Wizarding dress robes though I do know some muggles who could give some of these outfits a run for their money.”
“WELL, at least you pull them off!!” Benjy said, winking as he held out a glass of something fizzy and alcoholic to her, a twin glass in his other hand for himself. He was not bedecked in robes, having decided that as a ‘ celebrity ’ ( or whatever quidditch commentators were known as these days ) he didn’t have to answer to any of the stuffy prats running this thing. He had brought arrived robes, because of the invitation, but he had stuffed them behind a pot plant and grinned and waved whenever he saw someone raise an eyebrow at him. He figured that eventually, he’d be forced to put them on, but so far, he’d managed to weave through the crowd without being called out for it, and felt like he was living his best life. “Christ, can you imagine Rabastan Lestrange wearing some of that shit the locals wear down in Birmingham?? It’d burn my retinas, but I’d pay for that.”
— “ excuse me, just what do you think you’re doing ? ” narcissa was doing her very best to keep her voice soft, not wanting to draw attention to herself and the odd boy who was leading her towards a throng of dancing couples. to her left, a giggling group of other teenagers stood, eyes glued to the strange pair as the blonde woman tried her hardest to pry her hand from his without seeming too obviously confused.“ i don’t remember accepting an invitation to– ”
— dance. while narcissa loved dancing, dancing with strangers was not on her list of things she wished to do tonight. maybe if she had consumed more champagne before being whisked away she could have accepted it with a lighthearted laugh but that was not the case. as the music slowed to a waltz she found herself moving stiffly along to the sounds of violin, her nails now digging into the boys shoulder. “ who are you ? is this a strange game of some sort that i don’t understand ? ”
benjy was a philanthropist at heart. no, really. okay, well, truth was, he’d been beelining towards the open bar—both in the hopes of finding sirius or mary and getting drunk enough to deal with all of the absurd purebloods in this joint—when he’d caught sight of narcissa and felt the faint stirrings of something he’d never really felt in regards to one of them—-it felt, absurdly, like pity. he didn’t like narcissa malfoy, but something about the way she looked in that moment he glanced over at her made him feel just a little bit bad for her. just enough.
she just... sort of looked lonely even though she was talking to people—her kind of people, of course, nothing like him or mary or lily—and, well, there were several reasons benjy had been sorted into gryffindor, and one of them was impulse. before he knew it, he was taking her by the hand onto the dancefloor, figuring that if she wanted an out, she could hardly say yes to a muggleborn in front of those snobs ( of which she was one, he did not doubt, but his flash of sympathy was winning out over his instinct to just leave her to flounder with the rest of the psychos and sycophants ), so he’d make it seem like he swept her away without any input and just give her the option when they were away from the rest of her awful clique.
“ you have very sharp nails, ” he remarked, largely unperturbed. “ you should get those filed. ” he actually had no idea how sharp they were—-for all he knew, it was just that his jacket was so thin that made him able to feel them. “ i’m benjy, ” he said in answer, flashing her a quick grin. “ and you’re the blonde sirius. ” sweeping them into the next step, he said, rather airily, “ honestly, i mostly just figured that nobody deserved to have to spend their whole night with lucius malfoy. ” which was a true opinion of his, but not his primary reasoning.
giving up on trying to overhear anything through the imperturbable door, remus leaned back against the wall and slid down into a sitting position on the floor nearby. he supposed there was no point; if there was information the senior members wanted them to know, it would be brought to their attention. remus didn’t understand why he just felt so damn restless today. in an effort to give himself something to do, he pulled out his wand and pointed it at a cup someone had left on the nearby table, trying to make it levitate nonverbally. “aren’t you tired of just waiting for something to happen?” he asked, breaking his focus on the cup to glance over at benjy. “all the secrecy when they could be giving us things to do. it’s rubbish.”
benjy watched as remus levitated the cup, his eyes drawn to it, before meeting his friend’s glance at the question. “i mean—” benjy broke off, thinking about how to express this. “yeah, i think the secrecy’s rubbish, mostly because they’re shooting themselves in the foot with it, but...” he trailed off. he got what remus was getting at, he really did-—but something happening wasn’t necessarily going to be a good thing. “it sorta feels like the calm before the storm, you know?” he said, glancing at remus, wondering if he’d felt it too, or if it felt like something else to him. all benjy knew was that this was a war, and while there was no real calm to be found in it, he definitely felt that feeling he sometimes got when he was about to kick off his broom from the ground: that liminal space of in between, when he’d decided to leave the ground but hadn’t done it yet, like a bird poised to fly. “but,” he agreed, “i do reckon we’d be more prepared for what’s coming if we were all thinking about it together.” he shrugged. “maybe we should carry out our own mission.” he was sort of joking, but also not.
— – She looked at the other, an incredulous expression painted on her face. Who the hell this was, she didn’t know — his voice sounded oddly familiar, but his face just looked annoying, not like one she knew. “No, not really, because I tend not to affiliate myself with people who make such terrible attempts to insult me,” she said, head shaking. Bellatrix squinted a little, trying to place the other – she should learn more faces, but there were too many people she despised for her to ever remember ( besides, she hadn’t even met most of them ) – and giving up after a few moments. She didn’t care too much; the other just seemed like a brat, and she saw no use in getting to know him better. “Oh … wow,” she said, then, placing a hand on her chest and looking somewhat surprised. “You’ve got me all figured out. That’s … that’s quite impressive, you must be quite the legilimens! I mean, for as far as I know, we haven’t met before and still … here you are, pretending to know me! It’s truly incredible! We must alert the press!” Her voice had turned from softly shocked to ecstatic, a wide grin painted on her face, her body basically bouncing on the cobbled streets. Then, as if something in the air had suddenly changed, her grin turned nasty. “Or you could just shut up and stop this whole holier than thou act; it’s not original.”
her incredulous expression had two effects on benjy: one, there were the slightest hint of alarm bells in his temple-—which he ignored-—and two, there was that flush of the very specific satisfaction that always occurred whenever blood purists-—purebloods in general, honestly, but it was always best with purists-—reacted to something he’d said or done, not who he was. even if it ended badly, benjy had always held that you had to push them in any way you could, because it wasn’t the kind of fight you could take time off from-—not if it was your life. there was a certain type of power in being able to make them react, even if it was just incredulity, or even rage-—reactions meant attention, meant standing up, meant existing loudly-—loud enough to be a nuisance, or maybe even a very real problem. he shrugged. “wasn’t really going for an insult,” he commented. “just, like, an observation.” one which seemed more valid by the moment-—it just seemed like such a pureblood thing, to be spouting their rhetoric and not even cognisant of how... cliché it seemed. it was almost laughable, except there was nothing funny about her beliefs. then again, you had to get your laughs from somewhere, right? he hadn’t been planning on getting them from bellatrix, at least, not until she started her whole act of faux-shock and then almost threatening behaviour. then, he couldn’t help but grin. ( it was perhaps not a good instinct for his survival, but he’d deal with that later. maybe. probably not. ) “i mean, it’s not hard to be holier than you,” he quipped. it was just so, so amusing to him that she was calling him out for being unoriginal when she was, as he’d decided he was going to consider it, acting like a parody of herself. ( of course, her reputation preceded her, but not the specifics of any possible crimes, or else his opinion might be different-—not the parody of the viciously dehumanising forces that were the beliefs that drove the death eaters, but the greatest purveyor of them, voldemort’s best lieutenant-——but he did not know, not yet. )
“I’ve got like two bottles of whiskey and one bottle of firewhiskey and LOTS of muggle dye, seeing as you don’t trust me to use my wand this time,” though he had good reason after she’d charmed some of his beautiful locks of hair into sparkly SINGING ice cubes a few years prior ( not that he minded much, but it was Official Christmastime now – she figured the shenanigans could wait until afterwards ). “We’ll both be going to the game with red and green streaks. Christmas perfection. No funny business. We’re serious adults!! Though, if you wanted to smoke a joint before we leave, I’d be happy to. Honored to, even.”
x - @benjyfens
Benjy let out a bark of laughter at Mary’s words, raising amused eyes to meet her own. “Given the backstory of that, I think it’s fair,” he remarked, before grinning wickedly at her goods. “We’re gonna festive the fuck outta them, and look rad as hell while we do it,” Benjy crowed. “WELL, I, personally, think it’d be mighty irresponsible if we DIDN’T smoke a joint, frankly. I mean, if WE don’t, then there’s more out there in the world for innocent little ankle-biters!! Really, it’s our duty.”
she looked at benjy with a panicked expression, as the brunette had NOT considered the statute of secrecy. of course her maternal grandparents were well aware of her magical abilities, as their daughter was a muggleborn witch. despite this, emmeline had to worry about their neighbors and what could happen if one of her beloved grandparents set off a firework too close to mrs. fernard’s pansies. ❝ i didn’t even think about that. ❞ she voiced, a calmer smile crossing her lips, while she mentally slapped herself for being so foolish. ❝ and don’t worry. i’m very aware of muggles and their sense of humor. though, i think your humor needs some work. ❞ she teased back, matching the grin that crossed his lips. ❝ so fireworks aren’t the best idea. i just want to give them something nice, if i’m ever going to stand a chance at being the favorite grandchild this year. ❞
benjy shrugged. “ sorta wish i hadn’t either, ” he remarked. “ can’t be getting practical on ya, can i? ” he added, winking at her. he then feigned a wound, clutching his hands over his chest as if she had gone for the heart. “ wow, okay, ouch, vance, ” he said, but he was half-laughing, which slightly undercut his dramatics. “ rude and also false. ” his laughter subsiding, he cocked his head to the side at her statement. “ i mean, you’re probably the favourite anyway, ” he pointed out reasonably, because he rather thought it was reasonable. emmeline had always seemed like someone who would be a favourite anything, and he assumed that would hold double for grandparents. “ if they’re aware you’re a witch, then have you thought about a pensieve? ” he asked. “ i mean, i know they’re mad hard to make because they’re advanced or whatever, but you’re also mad clever, so... ” he grinned, before continuing. “ but you might be able to get one off dung or something. but anyway, seeing as they didn’t get to see you at school or anything, or even really part of your world in general, it could be a way of letting them see what your life was like and what you did for seven years. ” he shrugged. “ bet grandparents would go wild for that kind of stuff. ”
‘ do you think we’re gonna die here tonight? ’
‘ it’s horrifying, chilling… just over all not good. ’
‘ should we just get this over with? ’
‘ he’s a fucking criminal. ’
‘ sharing is caring? meh, go fuck yourself. ’
‘ oh god, um… oh my god, i fucking hate this. ’
‘ stop banging on the door, you dick. ’
‘ what. the fuck. is wrong with you. ’
‘ i gotta be honest, this doesn’t really compel me very much. ’
‘ that was a joke that i made and then it formed your opinion on it. ’
‘ flip that switch. do you think that’s the murder switch? ’
‘ this is embarrassing. this is embarrassing for you, i think. ’
‘ no one’s ghost-proof. ’
‘ i’m ghost-proof. ’
‘ you’re not ghost-proof. you’re just an idiot who refuses to see proof. ’
‘ i’m ghost-proof, baby! ’
‘ that sounded like will smith! ’
‘ is will smith dead? has anyone checked the news?! ’
‘ the problem is if there’s something that attacks us down here, i’m going to hit my head on the ceiling and my skull will smash. ’
‘ alright, buddy. keep your wits about ya. ’
‘ let’s get the fuck out of here. ’
‘ i kind of just looked into places that would make me wanna die and i think this checks that box. ’
‘ did i just blind you? good, good, good. it’ll give you the vision. ’
‘ take a drink! ’
‘ i’m gonna get you all tanked. ’
‘ what do you expect? what insight are you trying to gather from here? ’
‘ maybe the noise is a little snake. can you imagine a little snake wrapped around a little pickaxe with a little hat on? ’
‘ i’m not trying to do that whole dismissive thing, but… i’m dismissing it. ’
‘ alright. alright, man. you just gotta chill. ’
‘ i thought ‘glory hole’ used to mean something very innocuous, though. ’
‘ it’s where the men fucked the earth hoping to impregnate it with gold. ’
‘ a bug flew up my nose. ’
‘ i think i’ve swallowed about six tablespoons of bugs at this point. ’
‘ it’s so silent aside from the bugs in my ears. ’
‘ a bat flew right behind you just now. ’
‘ that bat was straight-up going for your ass… it was an ass bat. ’
‘ dude, i’m so nervous. ’
‘ how can you be nervous with a beautiful sunset like that? ’
‘ there’s some pretty shitty things that have happened to people around here. ’
‘ can you even look at least a little bit worried? ’
‘ yeah, i’m fucking nervous, man. i feel like i’m gonna vomit. ’
‘ we’re all assholes here. ’
‘ i don’t know why i phrased it ‘lucky for us.’ i think i was feeling brave when i wrote this. ’
‘ yeah, this isn’t lucky for you at all. ’
‘ i’m gonna try and avoid saying ‘demon’ as much as i can. ’
‘ i’m not gonna let you goad me into this, i know what you’re trying to do. ’
‘ shut up. we’re moving on. ’
‘ you know what? i’m not trying to scare you, but… i got a bad feeling about this one. ’
‘ why are you unbuttoning your pants? we’re in public right now. ’
‘ oh… you’ve out-dumbed yourself. ’
‘ you know, i thought this was gonna be funny, but now i’m actually happy that i have it. ’
‘ i’m a whole other coin. just like a chill ass wheat-back penny. ’
‘ i’m doing it for the betterment of the science. ’
‘ any demons here? you got any demons out tonight? any horn-y boys or whatever they are. ’
‘ you may not like this… i’m gonna try to agitate it. ’
‘ you do what you gotta do and i’ll do what i gotta do. ’
‘ i’m just gonna be as crude as possible here. ’
‘ no, no, no. just right out of the gate. why build up? ’
‘ if you don’t believe then there’s nothing for you to be afraid of, right? ’
‘ you can be is big of a prick as you want, but i’m staying over here. ’
‘ if you want me off this bridge, you’re gonna have to kill me. ’
‘ nope! don’t loop me into your shit! ’
‘ stop looping me. i hate when you do this to me in demon places. ’
‘ i’m not part of his little charade. ’
‘ children will come here and tell tales about me. ’
‘ shut the fuck up – i’m gonna murder you. ’
‘ oh what a load of horse shit. ’
‘ oh, skip the theatrics and just go into it. ’
‘ if you want me off this bridge, you’re gonna have to throw me off. ’
‘ you gotta admit, that is an effective technique. ’
‘ no, it’s not an effective technique. it’s a way to get killed. ’
‘ that’s not how you get them, shut up. ’
‘ when’s the last time you ever walked into the dark woods? ’
‘ this is so much scarier than hunting fucking sasquatch. ’
‘ people usually feel overcome with emotion in here, like a violent emotion. ’
‘ give me a heads up if you start to feel murderous. i would appreciate that. ’
‘ by the way, these woods are also scary because of the people that might be in there. ’
‘ i mean, people are greater threats than demons or ghouls. ’
‘ i can’t fight, you can’t fight. ’
‘ you’re like one of those carwash floaty things that are out front just wiggling around. ’
‘ anyone doing up to no good out here? ’
‘ one of these times we’re gonna die. ’
‘ oh shit! there’s something over there. i don’t know what it is, but the bushes are moving. ’
‘ i just heard a scream. ’
‘ well, if we just make it seem like we’re in on it, like… we’re here for the cult stuff. ’
‘ we’re here for the cult stuff. we saw the ad on craigslist. ’
‘ it feels weird to even joke. i’m so fucking scared right now. ’
‘ oh sure they’d be hiding in the bushes. they’re cultists. ’
‘ i keep collecting spiderwebs on my face and now i’m just sort of immune to them. i’m just letting them accumulate. ’
‘ well, you are just a giant stick walking around. ’
‘ oh, this looks fun… an odd collection of branches. looks like a witch lair or something. ’
‘ hello? you can’t be doing occult stuff like this. it’s a weeknight. ’
‘ dude, wait. you’re fucking crazy. ’
‘ you need to chill. you need to chill out. ’
‘ hey man, it’s just a plant. ’
‘ we kicked goatman off the bridge, it’s ours now. ’
‘ goatman, are you out here in the woo– well, he’s out here in the woods ‘cause he’s not tending to his bridge. ’
‘ clearly. that’s why finders keepers and all that. ’
‘ hey, if there’s cultists out there… i gotta let you know, my pal has a water gun. ’
‘ i don’t like this, i don’t like this one bit. ’
‘ we are hearing noise from all sides at this point. it’s very blair witch. ’
‘ yeah, let’s leave. ’
‘ the name ‘steve’ doesn’t really strike fear into the heart. ’
‘ i’ll go along with this. fun gimmick. ’
‘ well demons, it’s been fun. ’
‘ as we snuff these candles so too do we snuff you from this mortal world, you fucking wimp. ’
‘ this bridge is officially mine. they’ll tell legends of me here. ’
‘ oh god, i feel like i’ve gone to the dark side. ’
‘ just gloat a little bit. this is a win for you. ’
—– “If people could stop bringing their fuckin’ kids to London, that’d be swell,” said Bellatrix, nose wrinkled and eyes narrowed in annoyance. Then, a change in facial expression hit her, and it looked as if she was filled with genuine concern ( but anyone who knew her could see the glint of true anger and malice in her eyes ). “I mean, with these streets being so busy, an accident could happen out of nowhere, and it’d be such a pity if a kid ended up hurt, would it not?”
“has anyone ever told you that you’re almost like a parody of yourself?” benjy asked, genuinely curious. he somewhat doubted it, because it wasn’t as if the pureblood supremacists were known for their self-awareness of how ridiculous and repetitive they sounded, but honestly——‘ an accident could happen out of nowhere ’ ? benjy was almost bored. “i mean, we get it, you don’t like kids, or anything innocent, or good-natured fun.” he didn’t know bellatrix, not really-—she graduated before he arrived, and while he suspected he’d had some run-in with her in the mask ( though he very much doubted direct combat ), he couldn’t prove it-—rather the point of the mask. some part of him was reminding him of all he knew about bellatrix lestrange, and how she was dangerous in more ways than one, but it was hard to make that feel real when she was a concept more than a person to him. and so, he stood there, as irreverent as they came. he likely wouldn’t have acted much different if he knew her, but-—at least it would have been informed irreverence.
his ear was pressed against the heavy door, trying his absolute best to gain some idea of what was being discussed behind it. remus usually didn’t mind as much as the others when senior order members had meetings without them, but today he was feeling especially restless. “…wish they wouldn’t treat us like children,” he mumbled to benjy. “we signed up for this just as much as them, didn’t we? we’ve got a right to at least know what’s happening.”
benjy had always been remarkably blasé about certain things and, as such, wasn’t particularly concerned with the fact that the senior order members sometimes holed themselves away to whisper about things. sure, he thought it was silly—bit hard to take down a shitty terror group if you didn’t even have trust amongst all your teammates, after all—but he wasn’t unduly bothered, usually just leaning back in a chair. this, and a shrug, were what he was armed with when he glanced at remus. “i mean, yeah,” benjy said, “but one thing i’ve noticed about wizards is just the whole focus on secrecy in general, you know? like, when has the ministry been upfront with anyone about anything? i know the order’s meant to be better and shit, but i reckon they’re just as prone to the same trappings as the rest of wizarding society.” he shrugged again. “they need us, though,” he said, his tone toeing the line between casual and thoughtful—a nonchalant statement of something he’d surmised from what he’d observed during his time in the order. “maybe even more than they know.”
emmeline was quite indecisive. every year she found herself in the same situation of buying christmas presents at the last minute. fortunately, her parents and close friends had been accounted for, but getting a gift for her muggle grandparents proved difficult. any normal person would have gotten them tea cozies, but she was determined to get them something B R I L L A N T. staring into the window of gambol and japes, she felt the air beside her shift to announce someone’s presence. ❝ do you think it’s outrageous to get a box of doctor filibuster’s FIREWORKS for 73 year old muggles ? ❞ she blurted out, in dire need of feedback before making a purchase.
benjy paused. he’d been wandering around, thinking he might check out the new stock, when he’d caught sight of emmeline and headed over to her. he hadn’t expected her question, but rolled with it easily, adopting a thoughtful expression. “ ‘course not, ” he said breezily. “ we’ve —” for benjy wasn’t a muggle, technically, but he’d grown up as one, and was muggle in every way except for the magic — he felt that wizarding culture was more than just the magic, but the whole society, which he’d not grown up in, “—got a sense of humour too, em. ” his tone was teasing, and there was the slightest grin at his lips, but he did really think it would be a good laugh for them. a thought struck him though, and he made a thoughtful noise. “ s’long as it’s not a breach of the statute? ” he mused. “ giving muggles magic and all... ” he trailed off, and made a face. he, personally, thought it was a stupid rule.
wands at the ready, BENJY FENWICK has joined the fight! the TWENTY year old works as a MINOR LEAGUE QUIDDITCH COMMENTATOR, but spends HIS time fighting for THE ORDER. BENJY is known to be EASYGOING & PERCEPTIVE, as well as NONCHALANT & REACTIVE.
hey everyone!! i’ve never played benjy before but i’ve written him in a few fics and tbh i’m ??? so excited to bring him to y’all!! he has a pinterest HERE and when it’s not 2am i’ll give him a connections page haha so watch this space! also i chose that gif bc i cannot stop laughing at it lmao
AESTHETIC: balancing a chair on its back legs, an easy grin, quick fingers, muggle comics, cans of coke, bomber jackets, denim, tracing patterns on friends’ skin, a carefree grin on the eve of battle, eyes always reacting, a shock of laughter in the dark of the night, scuffed shoes, homemade popcorn, spray paint, sunglasses af, walkman in your jacket
CHARACTER INSPO: jack wilder (now you see me); johnny storm (marvel comics); joel “drainpipe” edwards (vinyl); sam wilson (mcu); some aspects of steve harrington in there too (stranger things)
my muggleborn son’s a libra ( oct 4 ) ( this is bc it’s my friend’s birthday and sometimes i look at him and i’m like... wow benjy got some of his chill from you huh )
year above the marauders and co., fellow gryffindor!!
was gryffindor keeper in his seventh year
currently works as a quidditch commentator in the minor leagues ( as in, not international. probs like ballycastle bats vs appleby arrows kinda thing, so if you’re character’s a quidditch player, quidditch reporter or even just a quidditch fan, hmu!!! )
benjy voice: “first thing’s first, i’m the realest CHILLEST”
arrived at hogwarts as a fan of rugby ( union, he doesn’t really fuck w league tbh ), football, comics and muggle music and was like ??? y’all have moving posters ??? more importantly, y’all actually fly on brooms ??? i thought that was a stereotype
he loves having magic but he’s never lost his muggle roots
honestly thinks some of the shit the purebloods pull ( not the genocide stuff, gross, he’s fighting against that; the stuff like owning peacocks lmao ) is fucking hilarious and can be found in the daily prophet offices just to drop in on mary and lily like “guys i have the funniest pureblood story to tell you lmao”
actually really perceptive, and surprisingly good at advice sometimes, like usually he’s just chill and up for a laugh ( he and mary are legit this video, thx jinx for sending it to me and giving me a good lol ) but ?? he’s pretty observant and he cares about his friends. he’s not, like, particularly fervent or feels the need to show it in a tangible, explicit way, but he’s always... there? like if you just need someone to sit with in the night, he’s there, and if you need someone to go to a bar with and mainline tequila until you can forget the eyes of the people you fought that night, he can do that too
but yeah he’s p ?? lowkey perceptive sometimes honestly. like. he’s just like, when his friends are being dramatic and beating themselves up for stuff, like — here for home truths, but usually delivers them softly/low key
“mate am genuinely jus here for a laff x”
would looooove some friendos his age too! he looooves his muggleborn gryffinsquad always ofc ( and the other order members for sure!!! but he def has a special squad vibes w his muggleborn gryffintrio BUT HMU ORDER ALWAYS he’s like “yeah man, let’s hang & fight the darkness at the same time AYYYYOOO” ) but he was at school w/o them for a whole year + like, he’s a fun guy, give him all the friends
theoretically smart enough to not rile death eaters. jury’s out as to whether he decides to follow this reasonable approach LMAO
has probably ironically finger gunned enough that even he’s not sure if it’s ironic anymore
the sunglasses emoji
on a more serious note, he’s... not afraid to die, like he does think it’s worth it, but at the same time, it isn’t really something that feels real to him??? like as a possibility??? like intellectually he knows it is but like... he can’t imagine it happening, not really, not yet, you know??
call him mudblood and honestly depending on who you are, he’s probably gonna shoot you a shit-eating grin and give you the finger guns or raise an eyebrow at you. call his friend that and he might punch you though lol
but like, more on the mudblood thing: he doesn’t like it, ofc not, but it’s sorta like — don’t let the bastards get you down?? like, damn, it’s so much easier to treat it irreverently and let it lose its power?? which was... harder when he first understood what it meant ( which was after being told, properly—it was when he first really felt the hate and scorn that came with the word being thrown at you ) but now it’s almost second nature
he actually has a lot of chill ( i thank his libra-ness tbh ) and a dry sense of humour a lot but like. v much ready for the fight
really good at picking locks lol. “nothing is ever really locked”
has had pink streaks in his hair before he don’t care. loves the muggle rock and punk. also spray paint. he’s my cool lil vandal
def not a rich kid. doesn’t get to see his fam as much anymore but he’s like ?? honestly he loves them and he figures he sees them sporadically which is like? normal for someone his age? lmao. like all his muggle friends are living away from their fam too. but yeah he grew up with hand-me-downs and his mother working double shift and his little brother dumpster diving for shoes to play footy in. it got a bit better when his dad came back into the picture — still not with his mother ( which benjy’s glad for lmao. he gets along all right with both of them, but they were never a good combo in his opinion ) but back in town and with a steady job and he was helping support benjy’s school stuff and his little brother jamie’s schooling and stuff. so benj knows his fam’s all right now, but he never grew up with spare cash
looooves his walkman lmao
THIS pinterest board is for a group of characters ( including benjy ) in a muggle au fic but honestly a lot of it still vibes him lmao
yeah so!! if ya wanna hang or plot w this chill order bub, hmu!! loves the order. significantly less keen on death eaters lmao
