#benjy5

[caitrionaebing]

when: 25 May 1982; the day before the heist  where: Benjy’s apartment  who: Caitriona and @benjyxfenwick​

Caitriona had spent most of the past four years feeling like she didn’t recognize her life, but for the first time, she didn’t mind. Having Benjy had always been an impossible dream, and even when they’d been younger, even when she’d tried to ignore the fact, she’d always known she wouldn’t be able to keep him. Even in her wildest dreams, she’d never imagined they would find their way back to each other, that he would ever want her back. She felt as if she’d stolen someone else’s life, and she was just selfish enough to not want to give it back.

So many things had changed for Caitriona in the five months since the book launch, and just one of them was her morning routine. She’d always been an early riser, out of bed as soon as she woke, and usually before the sun was up, and practicing her Wing Chun before bathing and dressing for the day. Now she found herself lingering in bed, especially when she woke up next to Benjy. Even when they spent the night apart, she would still pause, basking in memories that weren’t bittersweet, and then she’d check the enchanted journal she kept on her bedside table. Her days were bookended by the little notes Benjy left her, scribbled in his own half of the set. 

This morning had been no different. She’d started the day flipping through the journal before moving on to the rest of her routine, but she’d kept the journal nearby, waiting for the tell tale scratching sound that announced a new note.  When it finally came, she’d been expecting a good morning message, or proposed plans for that evening. Instead it was, ‘don’t go to Gringotts tomorrow.’ That gave Caitriona a moment’s pause as alarm bells went off in her mind. The next moment, she was moving, changing her shoes, locking her front door, traveling the now familiar route to Benjy’s flat. She knocked as soon as she arrived and barely waited for him to open the door before pushing in and demanding, “why can’t I go to Gringotts?”​

[clementinerobards]

notbenjyfenwick·:

“It’ll give you time to cuss out Amelia in the privacy of your home if she’s the one who gets it,” Benjy said, his voice still cheerful but a little quieter than before.

“Cuss her out,” Clem tutted, “who do you think I am Benjy? Do you think I’m at home with my voodoo dolls, stuffing curses in the post?”

[gretchen-whoisleft]

forged in friendly fire || g & b & v

“Gentlemen,” Gretchen said, with a sage air of authority that did not belong to someone both wearing a mood ring she’d won in a gumball machine and drinking a vodka-pink-lemonade out of a styrofoam coffee cup. To her credit, she was also busy drawing a dueling circle into the dust of the floor with her wand as she spoke, but it wasn’t enough to tip the scales any noticeable degree. Fortunately, both Benjy and Vince knew her already and were used to, if not the sight, but this very same vibe by now. What was left to do was help them get to know one another, in Gretchen’s very favorite method of getting to know someone knew – by fighting them. 

“Thank you very much for being here today. I know the holidays are busy, and that we’d all rather be passively aggressively falling asleep in a separate room near our families, desperate for some alone time to break up the bonding––” she took a quick look around, a visual straw poll. “Or maybe that’s just me, but regardless, I appreciate you taking the time. 

“Now, I know you’re wondering why I brought her here on such short notice and, I have to say. I think you’re really going to love it.” That wasn’t just the vodka talking, but it did add to the statement’s self-confidence. 

“I have found you, my love,” Gretchen looked to Vince first, lifting her bright pink drink in his direction. “And you, my darling novice,” Her eyes, and cup, swiveled to point at Benjy, instead. “The most perfect dueling practice partner in the world. Vince, Benjy, please hold out your hands and shake because you two are unequivocally, without a doubt, the two worst duelers I’ve ever known. And you’re both perfectly, charmingly aware so don’t pick now to get all precious about it or anything.”

@vince-whoisleft, then @benjy-whoisleft

[ameliasbones]

When: 11 June 1980 Where: Low Street Who: Amelia + @notbenjyfenwick​

“Any summer plans? Your cousin going to go on a liking spree on Fiendfyre?”