#benjy 002

[msmeadcwes]

@benjyxfenwick​

Dorcas had just got off the shower and was on her pajamas, ready to re-heat something for dinner and finish some reports that were due to next week. She put on her record player, some french vinyl her dad brought her from his last trip to Toulouse. With a bottle of water, Dorcas watered her indoor plants. No need for the ones in the balcony, it has been raining for days.

She was humming softly, her body easily swaying in sync with the rythm of the music. Dorcas moved across the living room with the grace and poise of a ballerina. It was a good thing she was alone, she would never act like this in front of anyone. Once the plants were done, she headed to the kitchen to refill the bottle and that’s when the doorbell rang. 

Frowning, she approached to the door and looked through the peephole. “What in the name of Rowena...?” Dorcas murmured, before grabbing her wand and opened the door. Since this was a muggle building, she let Benjy in first. “What did I get you for your eighteenth birthday?” She asked calmly. The real Benjy would know that she got him tickets for his favorite band’s concert and then dinner at his favorite restaurant. She hated this, she hated the lack of trust, especially with how broken he seemed to look, but they couldn’t afford the luxury of being reckless.

[redandgoldenboy]

@benjyfvnwick

Shifting from one foot to another, James knocks sharply on the apartment door with his fist, trying to make it sound both commanding and friendly at the same time. He was sure that Remus would kill him in his sleep if he had any idea what James was doing right this moment, but what Remus didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Besides, it wasn’t as if Remus had explicitly said: “James, do not confront Benjy about this.” Had he done so, James would be at home, like a good little boy, rather than rapping on Benjy’s door at some ungodly hour of the evening. Remus’ dignity and his bits were on the line here! James had to defend his friend and all his body parts and ensure that Benjy had only the most wholesome of unwholesome intentions for whatever sexual depravity the two would get up to next. 

Smirking unconsciously as the door swings open, James waves the paper bag in his hand. “I’ve brought you those cards. For your brother,” he says, a peace offering before he got into the real reason why he was there.

[dfcresswell]

closed starter for @fcnwick​

When it came to friendships, Dirk preferred to keep a smaller group. He would never be the sort of person who was always in the middle of a crowd or having an active social life that involved somebody different every day. Barty had been part of that small group of people Dirk considered a close friend for a long time now, first meeting when they became dormmates at Hogwarts. Over the years he had seen Barty go through a few relationships but it wasn’t often something they talked about. It had never been a topic that interested Dirk all that much and Barty knew that.

Of course, things were a bit different now that there was the ongoing question of his feelings for Bertram. Like his eyes being opened in one sense had led to the number of couples around him no longer feeling quite as exhausting as it once had and when Barty brought up Benjy (albeit with the warning that he wasn’t really telling people), Dirk decided he might as well try and get to know Benjy a little better. They had a more in common, after all, besides Barty. They had met in Ravenclaw and were both muggleborn even if Benjy didn’t know about Dirk.

Dirk remembered Benjy mentioning he was a photographer now and so he came up with an idea that had been nudging at his mind anyway and contacted the man to get a little photography advice. “Thanks for meeting me,” he said, a cheap camera in one hand. “My mum’s always complaining that she doesn’t get to see anything of my life any more so I wanted to do a bit of a photo album for Christmas but it doesn’t feel like it’s going very well so far.”

[missmary]

Where: Muggle Arcade Who: Mary && @fcnwick​

After the complete and utter failure of the Halloween masquerade and the way it had culminated in her getting cornered in the bathroom by Bellatrix Lestrange (because she was apparently an idiot who after twelve years still hadn’t learned not to go to the bathroom alone) and then watching Isaac get arrested, Mary was almost surprised to find that she still liked the fact that she had seen so many of her friends in one go. It had been a terrible trigger for her anxiety but she still wanted to try. She still wanted to feel like she had her friends back again rather than settling into another rut of being so scared of leaving her comfort zone that she found herself engulfed in loneliness as everybody else carried on with their lives and she, unwilling to accept invitations to public outings or not feeling up to being social after a day at work, got left behind. She didn’t make enough of an effort most of the time and she knew it all too well. Her sister had told her plenty enough.

The first in her goal to make more of an effort had been visiting Marlene at work and the second was reaching out to the other old school friend she hadn’t seen at the masquerade. Benjy hadn’t been the only person she befriended out of muggleborn solidarity — after all, Lily was in her own dormitory — but in some ways it was nicer to have someone with a little more distance from her. Who hadn’t seen her cry because she didn’t want to go to Charms and who hadn’t had to deal with her tired and grumpy in the mornings after only getting half an hour’s sleep. It was impossible to find anybody their year or the years either side who didn’t know what had happened to her (or at least, the parts that had got out) and Benjy did get something of a front row seat to the quagmire of her and Bertram’s relationship with her leaving Ravenclaw tower fretfully after another argument about her friendship with James and Sirius. Those, however, were the events which made up Mary and meant he could understand her without pitying her as he probably would if he knew more details. He was a muggleborn and he wasn’t too scared to go to Quidditch matches or Hogsmeade weekends by sixth year.

But that was behind her. It was almost 1983 now and Mary had decided that 1983 was going to be different. She would forget about Mulciber and the Averys and anybody related to Sirius who wasn’t Sirius himself. She would start to do something to find justice for Harry and for Rosalind and so that other eleven year old muggleborns didn’t have to worry about being hexed in the corridors of their school. It was a scary thought but maybe facing some of her fears was what she finally needed to start to do. So, she had suggested they meet up for a bit of a catch up somewhere beautifully Muggle where she could pretend the war didn’t exist.

“Hi!” She hugged him then tugged on his hand to pull him into the arcade. “I’m going to kick your butt on the dance machines. Seeing as you’re one of the only people I didn’t get to dance with on Halloween. Weren’t you there?”