Supersonic

That guy from that thing. Just try and fucking stop me.

[finestfenwick]

amelie-lejuste​:

The soft sound of her name carrying over the desk causes Amelia to bolt up, her mask a mask of tear stained pathetic panic before breaking at the sight of Benjy. Though he would’ve been her preference, besides Frank, when it came to finding her– which if she had remembered her silencing spell wouldn’t have even been an issue. But the look on his face– all of that worry and pity– causes a fresh wave of tears to begin their descent down her face, and when she tries to speak initially it comes out as nothing more than a wet sounding garble. 

Amelia settles for shaking her head, her hand coming up to clumsily wipe the snot and tears off of her face that had begun to run. That was the issue with crying, she was finding out, if you didn’t do it enough all decorum went out the window. She coughs, clearing her throat once, before daring to make eye contact with him again. “No.” Her voice sounds pathetic, even to her own ears. “It wasn’t Kingsley.” 

How can she begin to even tell him what happened? What she did? “It was-” She feels the lump in her throat expand and she wills ever ounce of magic she’s ever carried to eliminate it– to no avail. “Moody. He didn’t do anything though.” She sniffles. “I did.” 

“I can murder you then, if you think it’d help.” He says softly. “Prefer not to though, it’s hard for me to make friends, and it’d be a pain to go through finding a replacement for you and all that. Not to mention the legal fees.”

Amelia just shakes her head and sniffs again, and something in Benjy sinks. She should be telling him to fuck off or threatening to hex him if he repeats anything he’s about to hear. Stillness in someone who always forges ahead is terrifying. Without another word, Benjy summons a chair and places it next to her, settling in.

“You can tell me about it if you want. Or not. Whatever you wanna do. I’m going to be right here.”

He puts his elbows on his knees and smiles slightly at her. 

“And don’t try to get rid of me. We both know if won’t work.” He moves to take one of her hands but stops himself, not wanting to push past her comfort zone.

“I doubt it’s solely your fault.”

[finestfenwick]

axtonks​:

“I don’t say things pervy you think things pervy this a you problem, not a me problem. As per usual.” Andy rolled her eyes as she spoke. 

“I suppose it would.” There was almost a smile on her face as she agreed but it was still work hours. 

The mention of her daughter did make her smile. “She best everyone at that, would be a handy trick for any auror.” Walking to the doorway, Andy knocked a few times and waited for an answer. 

“Oi-” He says in a hushed tone. “I hope this is convincing enough-so that’s the gameplan? You talk to the kids and I talk to Mrs. Ibis?” He has jitters, like he’s a rookie again. He sighs, catching himself.

“Sorry. If I-I can’t stay on desk duty forever. I don’t wanna fuck this up.”

The door opens and Mrs. Ibis, beautiful and haggard, stares at both of them.

“Afternoon, Madam. I think you’ve been expecting us? May we come in?”

[finestfenwick]

alice-in-aurorland​:

Paperwork was, and probably always would, be a nightmare for Alice. She wasn’t that amazingly academic, and to even make it through the auror program she had had to work hard on that side of things. So, having a desk day to sort through her paperwork, was somewhat of a living nightmare for her. She groaned, resting her head on the table. She would literally give anything to be out in the field. What made it worse was that she wasn’t even scheduled to go out with the Order tonight either. It was going to be a long day.

It was about five minutes later when she gave up ,and decided to go get some coffee instead. Whilst she was there, she grabbed an extra mug. There was at least one other person on a paperwork day, or paperwork year so it seemed. Alice did feel sorry for Benjy. She didn’t know what she would do if she was forced to do paperwork. She had a grin on her face as she placed the mug on his desk.

“Can’t say I don’t look after you”

@finestfenwick​

“Thanks.” He says absentmindedly before doing a double take and grinning up at her.

“Oh, thought you were Andy. You two sound similar, you ever notice?”

Benjy makes a show of cracking his back against his chair before standing, itching behind his ear and picking up the mug.

“Have you always been taller than me?” He says, taking a sip before putting it back down and pulling out his wand. He summons six sugar packets from the break room, catching them with old Quidditch precision in his free hand. Benjy shakes each packet twice before dumping it into his coffee. 

“So they’ve got you slumming it at the bottom with me, eh? What are you working on?”

[finestfenwick]

frank-cj-longbottom​:

Frank cocks his head, remembering the guy in the leather jacket that had asked about it and then narrows his eyes at Benjy, “That’s beside the point. You’re still a danger to my health and safety.” 

He breathes in, scrunching his nose, before letting out a resigned sigh. “Fine, okay, fine! What do you need?” 

Benjy’s grin broadens because he’s won.

“Two things. First, scale of one to ten, how good are you at expanding charms? Ten being the best that there’s ever been.”

“Second, do you think you can lift me, either with magic or without?”

[finestfenwick]

amelie-lejuste​:

Fenwick’s Finest Moment

@finestfenwick

She forgets to put up the silencing spell. 

Of course she does. 

It’s all she can do to get herself to her desk, large heaving breaths leaving her as she wraps her fingers around the wood until she can see the strain in her knuckle. 

They’d had fights before, so many countless, ceasing fights. almost twenty years of them. But Al had never looked at her like that, issued ultimatums like that, left her life like that. And she fucking deserved it. Every word he said, claim he made– it was all true. She was a coward who had looked a happy future in the face and told it to piss off. But even now, as she sits at her desk and pretends that she isn’t crying, it’s all she can do to look at the picture of her and Al from his graduation and know that she’s still made the right choice.   

She can never explain it to him in a way that he will understand, she knows this. But there is something in her, pleading for her to stay the course, even it it breaks her heart in this moment. She gives into it, her hears turning to sobs as she lays her head on her desk, wishing that she was anywhere else. 

Benjy is working overnight, planning on catching two or three hours at his desk and changing in the loo before anyone else shows back up. Cleona was visiting her brother, and even if she hadn’t been, they’d been hitting...well it wasn’t a rough patch, exactly. Benjy is still making up for Christmas. There’s a tension between them now-and if he had to work late, he’d gotten into the habit of just rescheduling with her rather than getting into it with her. Even then, all Benjy feels like he’s good at lately is letting Cleona down.

He’s too caught up in his thoughts to even focus on the words on the report in his hands. Benjy sighs, annoyed, and lets the paper flutter to the desk. He hadn’t been able to focus all day, worried about Cleona and still pissed off at being stuck at his desk. If he’d wanted to be a pencil pusher, he’d have applied somewhere else in the ministry. Somewhere he’d be out by five, get all the proper holidays off and not have the threat of massive bodily injury hanging over him every time he goes into work.

Maybe he should just quit, he thinks, pushing back in his chair and balancing on the two back legs. Why’d he join up in the first place? To prove to everyone else that he was only scarred, not broken? To prove that himself? Well, point proven, he supposes. He isn’t doing anyone any good stuck behind a desk-least of all his girlfriend. Benjy rubs his eyes, pushing too hard against the lids and making himself see spots. He knows its no use-that for all his bitching and loathing about desk duty, he can’t see himself being anything else. Benjy had never thought about the “after” when it came to Quidditch, and now that he was living in it, all he knows is that he has to try to help people. He can pretend that this is about the glory-that his ego drove him to be here, that he needed the adrenaline rushes that the job provided, but Benjy knows that the show he put on for everyone around him wasn’t authentic. He gets frustrated tethered to his desk because he feels useless-the routine filing of forms, of course, helping people in the long run but, ultimately, feeling like nothing but busy work.

That’s whats bothering him, he decides as he stands and makes his way out towards the break room coffee pot. Benjy needs action-and not even in the flashy, traditional sense, just action in terms of helping someone.

And an opportunity presents itself as he pours himself his fifteen cup in about as many hours, by way of the sound of sobbing drifting into the breakroom.

Benjy’s coffee cup is replaced by his wand almost instantly, his senses kicking into overdrive. Someone was hurt or this was an elaborate trick, but either way, he was sure he could help.

As he makes his way out towards the other bank of desks, Benjy sees something beyond imagination, even in a world with magic; Amelia Bones, crying.

“Bo-Amelia?” Benjy says as softly as he can so he doesn’t startle her. Instinctively he knows this is actually his colleague, but a quick and silent revealing charm proves him right. Benjy approaches her desk carefully, as if she’s a wild animal, and resists the urge to put his hands up in peace. 

Anger floods him when the pain on her face becomes even more apparent. Someone hurt her. Someone had to pay for that.

“Who-what’s wrong?  Are you hurt?” 

He doesn’t see any obvious signs of injury, but hexes were tricky. Something tells Benjy that whatever caused what he sees in front of him wasn’t caused by magic at all.

“Who did this to you? Was it Shacklebolt? Doesn’t matter. I’ll fucking murder him.”

[finestfenwick]

frank-cj-longbottom​:

Flank blows a raspberry, throwing his head back. “Don’t put images like that in my head, you know that’s not fair.” 

“I’m not going on a wild goose chase with you. The last time we went ‘patrolling’ I almost lost an ear! And my left eyebrow didn’t grow back for weeks.” 

“It made you look dangerous. And we both know it probably got you laid.”

“Come onnnnn. Please? Ten minutes. That’s it. That’s all I need.”

[finestfenwick]

professorollivander​:

Daffodil Stems || Zoey and Benjy

She smiles looking at the stems, appreciating the humor that he had. 

“I get that your work is difficult and I’ve always been proud that you’re an auror. I think I just don’t ever wanna see you mess up or having something happen that ruins your job,” she looks at him concerned.

“I only ever want the best for you, you moron!” 

She opens the door fully and moves aside so he can enter. 

“Want some wine?”

“Is that allowed?” He says softly, raising his eyebrows at her. 

“I know you do. But you know how I get, Z. With being mumed....”’

Benjy scratches the back of his head and sits on the edge of one of her arm chairs.

“Can I be honest with you? I feel like I’m failing.”

He pushes his knuckles into his nose slightly and sighs.

“And I don’t know what I’m gonna do if that happens again. That’s why I got so...yeah.”

[finestfenwick]

tptonks​:

“What would I do without you, Benj? Truly those who argue against House integration don’t understand the intensity with which some of us need to consume our sugar.” 

He wipes the sweat off his brow that’s gathering there in alarming frequency, instead just opting to take his outer shirt off, leaving his tank top on underneath– propriety be damned.

“Oi! You can’t prove that I was staring–” He pauses. “But was I? Staring I mean.” 

Something familiar swoops in his stomach as Ted takes his shirt off, but Benjy quickly squashes it down with an equally similar familiarity. 

Ted would never see him that way. 

“Oh I dunno mate, did you see the Finnish dancers Dumbledore brought in to entertain us?”

He grins at Ted, wondering if he can get away with his lie or if his friend will call him out on it.

“You ask her out already or what?” His voice is harsher than he’d like it to be, and Benjy adds a half-hearted chuckle to the end of his sentence. He needs to crush this...crush.

“What’s the worst that could happen?”

[finestfenwick]

tptonks‌:

“It’s not going to kill you, you dolt.” Ted tucks his own broom under his arm and steps in like with Benjy, matching his gait. “Y’know– I was doing alright until I saw that someone at the Puff table had all of the candied yams at lunch. ALL of it! Which, I don’t how things are at your table, but that is a Cardinal Sin, Benj! How am I supposed to play, to breath, to live? No sugar? No Ted.” 

“Truly a mystery how we’ll survive sixth year at all.” Benjy says, a smile breaking through his poor attempt at seriousness. Benjy loosens his quidditch glove and shakes out his hand as he speaks.

“Just come to my table next time you dingbat, I’ll save some for you. Fight ‘em off for you. Nothing gets between Teddy and yams.”

He starts attempting to remove the other glove with his teeth.

“You sure the yams didn’t pass you by cause you were staring at Slytherin’s table?” 

[finestfenwick]

frank-cj-longbottom‌:

“Fenwick,” he says, placing a hand over Fenwick’s and returning his gaze with a smile, “My sweet siren of distraction-”

“No.”

“Mmmm you’re saying no but you still think I’m sweet, that’s half the battle.”

He sticks his lower lip out.

“Would it help if I begged? I’ve been told it’s very effective.”

[frank-cj-longbottom-phoenix-dea]

Concentration efforts | open

“Please leave me out of your brilliant plan, I’ve forms to fill in.”

“I’m not going to be tempted this time.”

[finestfenwick]

“What makes you think it’s brilliant? I mean, I’m flattered and you’re not wrong, but big assumption there, mate.” 

He puts his hands over Frank’s forms and looks his coworker in the eye.

“It’ll take ten minutes, tops. Surely you can extract the stick from your bum hole for that small amount of time.”

[finestfenwick]

Quidditch || 1967

“Not to be dramatic but if we don’t win the house cup this year it’ll kill me.” Benjy says, fixing his broom over his shoulder and smiling brightly. “Hows your day going?”

[finestfenwick]

marymaxdonald‌:

open | the leaky cauldron

Slow afternoons were only ever good for two things: an overactive imagination and boredom. Mary perched on the cooler behind the bar, legs crossed as she looked down at the paper before her. Earle Ibis stared back at her, taunting her with the mystery that surrounded him while she idly drew a mustache across his face. It was probably unprofessional, or maybe even simply wrong, considering his current predicament, but she had little love for any man who tipped less than five percent while wearing expensive clothes. The tinkling of the bell at the door brought her attention back to her job and caused her to jump slightly. All but falling off her perch, she stumbled to her feet. She was lucky her smile stayed in place, even if she let loose a few swear words before she greeted the patron. “Good afternoon,” she called. “Here to ease my boredom or are we just passing through?”

“I was just passing through.” Benjy says with a smile, settling on a stool when he spots her.

“But seeing as my favorite bartender’s in I think it’d be a crime to not get a drink.”

“Unless of course, you’re wildly busy? I’d hate to interrupt your schedule of staring at the wall and doodling rude portraits of customers.”

[kings1-deactivated20211022]

Rogue Application Forms // Kingsley & Benjy

[finestfenwick]

k-shacklebolt‌:

“Oh bloody hell…”

Kingsley mutters under his breath just as another form comes in, all filled out wrong. And another. One of them hits him in the eye. He’s had ten to twelve rogue forms hit him in the face this morning that were meant to glide neatly into his mailbox across from his cube.

“Fenwick. If you’ve been enchanting recruit applications again, I swear to Merlin…” Kingsley mutters as he enchants a note to Simmons.

@finestfenwick​

“Oh come on, Kings, it’s a simple spell.” He says with a smile, easily sending the papers into the mailbox.

He picks up a few and places them in manually.

“Ever consider you depend too much on magic, mate? If it was me and I say....had your wand, what’d you do about it?”

[axtonks]

Benjy&Andromeda

[finestfenwick]

axtonks‌:

Andy held the briefing file in her hand. They were already running behind schedule but that wasn’t shocking. Getting out of the house this morning had been challenging in the Tonk’s house.Dora had wanted to were her green sparkle robe which covered in spaghetti sauce, the whole tantrum had held her up. Thankfully it was Benjy, she was had to wait on so he was just about as late as she was. 

“Ready?” She asked looking at Benjy as he made his way from his desk towards the exit. “Should be interesting, you keep a close eye on Mum while I take to the kids.” 

@finestfenwick​

“Oh bloody hell don’t say it all pervy like that.” He says with a laugh, adjusting the button on his trench coat sleeve. “She’s grieving her husband-or pissed at him or some combo of the two.” He remembers with a pang just a few months ago when he’d put Cleona, willingly, in a similar position. Benjy clears his throat.

“Though I suppose if she tries to shag me that’d make her a pretty big suspect, wouldnit?” 

He rubs his face, tired, and feeling his own stuble sighs and remembers. He taps his face twice with his wand, growing a thick, itchy beard.

“You think this’ll be enough? Should I add glasses? Fucking glamour spells. Your kid would have me beat-thats what I need, another Tonks besting me.”

[amelie-lejuste]

Fists of Fury || Amelia & Benjy

[finestfenwick]

amelie-lejuste‌:

She’s not sure if there’s pride or aggrivation when she sees him cast, and she hasn’t even uttered “Fuc-” when she’s thrown backwards with the power of the spell. 

The ground meets her face at an angle and she feels like world slip away from her for a moment, and when she comes to, she’s sprawled out on the ground. 

One hand goes to guard her eyes, the other flips off where she thinks Benjy is standing. 

“I don’t think I need to– I’ve fufilled the other qualification.” she groans. 

The smile slides off Benjy’s face when he realizes what she means.

“Fucking hell-”

He crosses the room quickly, hesitating when he gets to Amelia’s side.

“If I help you up are you gonna pull me down with you?”

She grips his hand tightly as he helps her to her feet, bending so he can look her in the eyes.

“Ted taught me how to look for a concussion-bloody hell, Spurs. I never wanted to-” He sighs.

“I’m sorry for the other day. Really. I was being a git.”

He stands to his full height.

“It is easier to admit that after all this though. So erm, good idea.” 

Benjy clears his throat. 

“And uh-look, I never want it to look like I don’t respect you, okay? Cause I really fucking do. Maybe the most. Don’t tell anyone.”

[finestfenwick]

History

[finestfenwick]

pandora-flourish‌:

Pandora takes a moment to process the shit Benjy just said, as she knocks back her shot. 

“Well,” she says, carefully, if still a little loudly, “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being slutty. Or being a dumbass, really. Unless you don’t want to be one. Or when people call you that when you don’t like it.” 

She shakes her head. “I don’t know the whole story, but honestly, no offense, your ex sounds like a right arse.” 

“And, I mean, you’re not the only one. I used to sneak around so much at Hogwarts. I got caught dry humping someone on the astronomy tower once. The professor walked in and we nearly toppled over the edge. He thought it was pretty funny, afterward.”

She puts a supportive hand on his arm, “If we’d messed around, I would’ve been proud to be caught with you.”

  He chuckles, the tips of his ears burning slightly.

“Merlin, that might be one of the sweetest and strangest things anyone has ever said to me.”

Benjy orders another round for both of them, sipping on his drink and closing his eyes for a moment.

“He was an arse. And if we’d gotten caught, given seniority and the fraternization rules, I would’ve been the one kicked off the team.”

He shrugs.

“Sometimes, after we broke up of course, I wondered if he was trying to get us caught on purpose...he was jealous of me. Which sounds so dickish but he even said it-I was a better flyer than him and he hated it.”

He takes two big sips of his drink.

“He wanted to marry me, I said no. My career was more important, you know? And now, even though that literally crashed and burned it...”

Benjy tilts his head to the side, studying his new friend. 

“Do you believe in fate, Pandora?”

It sounds like a come on, and he’s too drunk to correct himself.

“I think I needed to break up with Graham Beckett cause I needed to fall...cause if I hadn’t fallen?” He gestures vaguely to the room around him.

“None of this would be happening. Not to me. You know?”