holiday cheer || benjy & emmeline
Benjy dropped his phenomenally heavy bag on a low table in front of the common room fire, falling into the chair next to it. He waved his wand after, clearing the dent he was certain came with it–something that was totally avoidable to begin with, but he didn’t care. He was exhausted, having walked to and from Hogsmeade no less than three times today dragging said bag.
“My brothers are impossible to get gifts for,” Benjy asked without greeting Emmeline otherwise. If there was anyone who’d understand this sentiment, it was her. “I can’t give them anything magical regardless of how much they’d love that, can’t make it anywhere to buy something, and when I make something, I have to take it out past Hogsmeade and back a thousand times a day to test it.” He sighed and balled up his gloves and hat.
“I know what you’re thinking–just bring what I need to work on it. Tried that. Forgot something I needed on every trip, and everything fell out of my bag when I tried to levitate it instead of carrying it.” He was working on a pair of bicycle motors for the twins, and he still hadn’t cracked the motors on castle grounds situation. “I’m not saying it’s not worth it, but let me tell you, they better love it.” They would. They didn’t do much in the way of gifts in their family, and his loophole had always been these projects that both kept him busy and made for a great present, pain that they might be.
@emmeline-wil
Emmeline had been pre-planning, which was something she so rarely did. Not eager to be caught up in a race after Christmas, Emme had decided to schedule Quidditch practices for the new year making sure prefect duties and extracurricular activities didn’t clash for any of her team mates. It was extremely time-consuming, but it was worth getting ahead of the game. It didn’t seem the house of blue was a favourite to win, but at least getting a good selection of times might boost some moral.
She hadn’t noticed Benjy walk in, almost jumping out of her seat as she heard the heavy bag hit the table. She spared him a look of fake annoyance before returning her gaze back to her schedules. Emme was happy he – sort of – got to the point rather than waste time with small talk and ice breakers before getting to the reason behind their conversation.
Emmeline listened to his babbling, but other than a couple of nods gave no other indication she was listening. Benjy would know she was paying attention, and it was easier to stay silent and let him get his trail of thought out than interrupt him. When her fellow Ravenclaw finally stopped to take a breath, she looked up with a warm smile. “You know – there’s this wild concept of asking for help. What are you working on?”
“Anyway, you know they’ll love whatever you get them.” Emme reassured, although she was certain he didn’t need it. “My brothers make me tell them so many stories about Hogwarts, presents I’ve got them have gone unnoticed!”
