behind enemy lines || florence&benjy ((polyjuice))
(( @florence-wilson ))
July 29th, 1979 Lestrange Manor
When Benjy got the orders and details of the mission it all seemed very straightforward, it was dangerous, yet simple. So as long as they didn’t draw attention to themselves, and didn’t cause any trouble, things would certainly go as planned. There even was some consideration about Benjy showing up, his family had been invited, and he was well not exactly friends with Emma, but they had always been on good terms. The sort of relationship that people who grew together and always attended the same events tended to have. But after his recent brush up with the Death Eaters, and him refusing to go back to work under Rodophus, Benjy was certain he wasn’t going to be well received at the party. So it was decided that he as well would take the potion.
Do not engage in any violence. Do not disrupt the party. Watch, listen, and report. It had seemed so easy, even for someone like Benjy -it was as if he was a magnet for trouble- and it would’ve been easy if the person Benjy was currently impersonating wasn’t such a high profile individual. Benjy was posing as Michael Everett III, a charismatic heir from one of America’s most ancient pureblood families. The Order’s contact at MACUSA had intercepted the invitation to the party. Benjy had spent days memorizing details and information, but nothing had prepared him for what he had encountered the minute he walked into the party. It turned out the bloke was not just well known, he was well liked, and friends with people Benjy had not been prepared to entertain. He had just finished dancing with Narcissa Malfoy, more like survided, and definitely needed a break.
Benjy headed for the deserts table, when he spotted Florence, well Florence’s polyjuice persona. It had been a while since he had made contact with the other members also infiltrating the party. He put on his best smile, well Mike’s best smile, and walked towards her. ❝Well well well, what do we have here?❞ Benjy said as he stopped in front of her, ❝a pretty lady in need of a dance❞ he said offering his hand, ❝may I have this dance?❞ dancing would provide the perfect opportunity to catch up, check to see how they are doing, remind one another that they are not in the belly of the beast on their own.