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where: home of benjy fenwick who: @benjyxfenwick event: Gringotts Heist

Workaholics in the element, flourishing and blossoming into a more productive version of who they already were on a day-to-day basis. Add a sprinkle of her own need to prove to the Order that she was as useful as anyone, if not more and the whole situation was explained down to a tee. Emmeline found herself in front of the door, knocking with a pile of books within her arms. This was important, mattered more than she could put into words. When it came down to it, there was perhaps no one Emmeline could trust with the task at hand as much as she did with Benjy. Years of working together, years of trust put forward to be rewarded with a solid friendship certainly spoke for it.

“I brought all the books I could find. I don’t think there are that many images or paintings around, but I found every book I could that at least mentions the darn thing.” Emmeline held the stack a tad higher yet refused to actually say out loud just what she was talking about. There was no need to risk the potential of anyone overhearing a conversation about something that could decide the fate of their world. The witch allowed herself to glance around, wondering if all of this was a good idea, breaking into a bank certainly had never been part of her bucket list.

#threads;; benjy #truth shrouded in darkness;; threads #benjyxfenwick #fracturedrpevent #apologies for how slow I've been

who: @benjyxfenwick where: Benjy's office, Ministry of Magic

It was rare that Emmeline Vance would let people in yet a handful of just a few, select people had somehow managed to wiggle their way into her life and although for the most part her walls were up, every now and then they’d get to see her from another side. Somehow Benjy had managed to be one of those rare few and although for the most part her mask was intact with the other, over the years too much had happened, too much shared between them for Emmeline not to grant him a more than basic level of trust. The title of friend had come oh so naturally along with it. By now lunch with Benjy seemed like the most normal thing, discussing this and that, the world or Order business. More often than not curse breaker cases would be analysed and taken apart.

Emmeline was supposed to meet Benjy for lunch that day yet by the time she noticed she was already fifteen minutes late. Moments like those made her feel more than appreciative of having her office so close to her former mentor turned friend. “I swear I didn’t forget.” She peaked her head through the door moments later after hurrying over, halfway stumbling as the idea of knocking seemed almost silly to her – entirely forgotten, in truth. She found herself genuinely smiling before laughter burst forth with laughter. “I’ve got to stop getting distracted by cases. Anyway, where did you want to go?” Lunch didn’t always mean eating at a specific place. Sometimes it could just be homemade food. More often than not it was food made by anyone other than Emmeline. Potions seemed like a language to her that she spoke and breathed like no other yet cooking seemed like unfamiliar runes to her. None of it made any sense.

Yet she tried. “I brought you something. The recipe we talked about the last time?” She held up a small box. “I can’t promise that it turned out nicely, but I did give it a go.” Emmeline wasn’t entirely sure if the colouring was correct or if the pudding within the jars within the box used to transport would even taste remotely the way it should. Somehow it wasn’t Dark Magic that scared the witch, it was the basic idea of pudding. “You’ve got to try and let me know. Be honest.” She put the box down near Benjy. “And then I’ll have to ask your opinion on something.” Back to her talk about cases.

#threads;; benjy #benjyxfenwick #truth shrouded in darkness;; threads #there we go; this took me way longer than it should have

event: pensieve threads where: Ministry of Magic when: 1979 (round about) who: @benjyxfenwick

There was an urgency within each and every single one of her movements; from the way she dashed back into her little office, the quick flipping of pages, the hurried glances as she scanned the page in front of her. There was also a frustration, clear and evident, so heavy that it filled the air around her and the space within the office to a point that Emmeline wouldn’t even have noticed if someone would have entered the room or spoken to her. Too focused on the task at hand, it seemed as though nothing else would matter. And truthfully, that day it did not.

The witch usually didn’t allow for things to become so dramatic, nor did she allow herself to lose her cool. Any other day or week she would have been found at her desk, pondering over tomes and ancient texts for clues in a calmer, collected manner with not a hint of stress displayed on her face yet circumstance left no room for such a tame approach on the matter. It wasn’t the first time and surely wouldn’t be the last time that an object at work would become something of interest for the Order and yet this felt different. Perhaps it was the fact that Emmeline found herself so closely connected to it – this item held far too many answers for them all. Yet days had gone by little to no progress, and it had caused the witch to become agitated enough to consider other means to crack the case. Surely no one would ask if she adjusted the report on the matter.

But it wasn’t all that simple. It never was. What had started as a normal day was meant to go dark the very moment she muttered the spell, the few words she hoped would help crack the curse, break it down until it was nothing more than a faint memory. Dark magic used on dark magic, fighting fire with fire. Just what exactly had she thought would happen? The very moment the spell connected with the object it bounced back as though hit with a beater’s bat and equally as potent as that. Emmeline let out a yelp when she felt it connect back with her, wand ripped from her hand. She watched it fly halfway across the room before feeling the pain from her hand radiate up her arm with a searing intensity. Her other hand moved to hold her arm where the pain seemed to come from. It wasn’t the first time a spell had backfired, but it was a new thing to find herself seeing the dark magic used do what usually only the harmless jinxes had done thus far. Yet nothing shocked her as much the figure standing in the door. Benjy. How long had the other been there? “Just wanted to test a new spell. Guess that was the wrong one.” Emmeline was beyond desperate to play it down, despite everything. She couldn’t get caught using magic like that.