Independent roleplay for Benjamina "Beni" Timoth, a Harry Potter based original character. Mobile links.
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Hiatus Notice
I haven’t had any desire to be on my Harry Potter blogs for months now. I’m not entirely sure why or what’s changed – though current events are likely having an influence. All I know is I’ve been forcing my way through it for a while, and I don’t want to be forcing it anymore. It’s not fair to anyone for me to keep going with things I’m not actually enthusiastic about. So I’m taking a formal break from Neville and all his sideblogs for a while.
This will likely not be forever – I still adore Neville and the rest and will likely be back to pick them up one day. I just want to wait for a time when I’m genuinely excited about it, instead of it feeling like an obligation.
If you wish to keep in touch, please add me on Discord! Jeanette#9026. I’d still love to chat and keep up with you guys! I’ll also be active on my sci-fi blogs, run from @ltbroccoli. (In fact, don’t be too surprised if he suddenly pops up in some of your followers lists.)
I will also keep updating @potterroleplay, as that currently doesn’t feel like as much of a drain. Honestly, I find it kind of relaxing to update :P
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WILLIAM & JASON ( @bookishgryffindor1x1 )
William and Jason had been in the library since dinnertime, wrangling with the headache that was their latest Potions essay. It wasn’t so bad for Jason, but this was William’s worst subject by far and he was having trouble with this one in particular, so they’d decided to just settled down and bash at it with books.
They hadn’t expected anyone to interrupt, and the oddly-matched pair looked up in surprise at the newcomer. William’s face reddened a bit as he realised the time. “Oh… yeah, we’re fine, thanks,” he muttered. “Were we being loud?”
Beni shook her head in reply. “No, not at all. You just look a bit rattled, is all. I wondered if everything was alright. But you might want to head out soon. Madame Pince doesn’t like when students are in here after hours.”
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NEOMA ( @neomacaught )
Beni was amazing.
Neoma had known that from the moment she’d laid eyes on the other – seen her smiling beneath twinkling candlelight in the Great Hall. There’d been something warm in her chest, and though Neoma didn’t know what that was, or what it meant, she knew it was amazing.
And she saw it, now. In the near effortless way Beni healed the hippogriff. Neoma struggled to call any spells to her wand – had lumos working now, for once, a great victory, while Beni mended everything in her path.
Amazing.
“I. Uh…” How did she find it. The answer was a bit incriminating, but – but it was Beni, after all, wasn’t it? And… And Beni was amazing. “She’s… we’re friends. We meet around the grounds a lot. I came out looking for her, and I saw the – blood.”
Lips pressed in a thin line, met the eyes of her friend. The feathered one, that was… who was clearly beginning to relax under the attention of a healer.
Of course. Neoma loved all animals, from the moment she saw them, and wouldn’t hesitate to keep one hidden on the school grounds somewhere. Naturally she would already know this one.
“You’re a good friend, Ne,” Beni told her softly, carefully pulling her wand away. The wand wasn’t fully healed, but it was a far less angry color and the bleeding had slowed considerably. A simple bandage would do the trick now. “She’s lucky to know you. We both are.”
The hippogriff squirmed slightly, and Beni rested her hand against its leg. “Hold still, sweetheart. Hold still.” Then, to Ne, “Do you have anything we can use as a bandage? A shirt, a sweater...?”
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@bookishgryffindor1x1 ( smol starter call )
It was later than Beni had expected. She’d gotten lost in her books and her own thoughts in the library, and now only had a few minutes to make her way back down to the Hufflepuff common room before curfew. Hastily gathering her supplies, she placed her book on the table to be reshelved and began to head out the door. But someone in the corner caught her attention, prompting her to slow. “Are you alright over there? It’s getting late.”
#bookishgryffindor1x1#╰☆☆ ic.#╰☆☆ thread / late.#╰☆☆ verse / hogwarts.#this is me remembering they're in the same year lmao
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NEOMA ( @neomacaught )
Neoma barely swallowed the curse that ripped against her throat at being asked to do magic. The last – uh – forever of failure had made her little more than disinterested at best, languished at worst. Ironic, perhaps, for someone attending a wizarding school, someone dubbed by her parents a prodigy for her Parselmouth, but… still.
But now, she wasn’t bored, or exhausted. Now, she was afraid. She was angry.
Fingers fished her wand out of her boot and held it in front of her – and she did her best not to shake.
“Lumos.” Nothing. Her fear wasn’t even rewarded with a flicker. She grit her teeth, clenched her hand – listened to the hippogriff keen, and bit out, gravelly and hard and furious, “LUMOS!”
When the end lit, she was so shocked she almost dropped it onto the ground.
Neither of them was particularly skilled with wandwork, but Beni had more faith in Neoma’s abilities than she did her own. “Go on, you can do it,” she encouraged quietly, when it seemed her first efforts weren’t working. And sure enough, the second attempt lit up the area around them in crystal clairty.
The hippogriff shied away, startled, and Beni was quick to gently stroke it’s feathers. “No no, it’s alright, it’s alright, sweetie.” Managing to calm it down, she beckoned Ne to hold her wand closer to get a better look. “Oh, you poor thing, that must hurt so badly...”
Healing spells had always come far more easily to Beni than anything else. She could so clearly see the flow of blood easing, the flesh repairing itself... her wand moved across the wound as she murmured the incantations, slowly but surely mending what damage she could. Someone more skilled would be needed to fully heal this creature, but perhaps she could do enough to give it a fighting chance...
“How did you find it?” she asked Neoma, as she worked.
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REY ( @sheresists )
❛ okay , i will , i’ll stay. ❜ as she settles back against the pillows , a faint discomforting twinge punctuates beni’s words — not so much as to leave her breathless , but still more than enough to remind rey that while her pain may be dulled , she isn’t entirely mended yet. it seems she is making progress on learning that potion for herself though , beni relenting and rey softening in kind. ❛ i should’ve been more careful , i know. ❜ in both practicing and then playing on in the scrimmage even with her injury. ❛ flying is just — it’s one thing i know i can do. the pitch is the only place anyone seems to need me. the way you’re here and you’re brilliant at healing , that’s what quidditch is for me. ❜
“I understand how it feels. And I know how good you are out there. But I also know you’re made for more than just quidditch.” Beni tidies away her potions supplies, tucking them into her small bag. “If you’re not more careful on that broom, you won’t be able to be on a broom anymore. And no one wants that.” Though she laughed, softly. “I take that back. The Gryffindor team might want that, so you don’t beat them next week.”
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REY ( @sheresists )
❛ the scores at practice are getting closer , so it’s been a bit stressful on all of us but — please don’t tell her , i’m as good as benched if she gives me a note over this , ❜ rey implores beni , offering up her best eyes and pout to the cause , even when the other turns away entirely. but no small effort goes unrewarded , it would seem , a smaller vial now resting in her palm with all the promise in the world. she barely misses a beat before unscrewing the top and downing the liquid in one go , shuddering just slightly at the taste , but no less game for whatever the effects may be. ❛ i trust you , ❜ she says , after the fact. if she didn’t , well , she supposes she’s in the hospital wing already. and on that note , she attempts to sit up again , sighing in great relief when there’s only a fading twinge to her sides , like her bones are simply sore. ❛ i don’t suppose you’d tutor me in how to make it for myself , would you ? ❜
“I can if you like,” she replies quietly. “But only if you stay here for a while and rest. Even if it doesn’t hurt as much, you’re still injured.” Gently but firmly, she rests a hand against Rey’s shoulder and presses her back down. The pouting eyes aren’t lost on her, though, and she noticeably softens. “You want to heal properly, don’t you? You can only do that if you take care of yourself — really take care of yourself.”
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MOLLIE ( @aparecium-muses )
“Not for long, Beni- I’ve already made him far angrier by not befriending the right people.” Her breath was hitching, wet hands covering her eyes to hide the fact that she was starting to cry as it all poured out of her tired of being alone. “I’m going to be married off to some random pureblooded boy, expected to have children and stay at home- I don’t want too, I want to follow my passion, to be a healer but I’m afraid what he’ll do to me, what he’ll do to my friends if I try to run.”
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” Beni assured her, in her usual gentle, calming tone. “Your family doesn’t decide what path your life will take -- you do. Have you tried talking to the professors about it? I know they won’t leave a student in a dangerous situation. You could be safe from him.”
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NEOMA ( @neomacaught )
Neoma’s calm and Beni’s respect seemed to soothe the hippogriff at least a bit – the tightness in her relaxed, and she pressed her beak into the soft dirt before her. Her eyes remained on Beni for a few moments before they finally averted downwards.
“Good,” Neoma whispered, but it was more of a noise than a statement. “You can approach. Be – be gentle.” Beni was always gentle. She was always the peace to what Neoma felt, often, was turmoil in herself. “I don’t know what happened. She can hardly. Can – can you do anything?”
When it seemed the hippogriff had accepted her presence, Beni shifted closer -- slowly, so as not to spook it any further. “It’s alright... it’s alright, sweetheart, I’m not going to hurt you...” Gently, she rested a hand against its side, trying to see what was wrong. As far as she could tell, this poor creature’s wing was twisted at an odd angle, and its side was bleeding.
Drawing her wand, she whispered, “Lumos,” but her wand gave only a faint flicker. “Lumos,” she tried again, more firmly. “Ah... Ne, do you think you could try...?”
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i want to be so kind it echoes backwards in time and undoes the things that hurt you. i want to be so kind it radiates from me. i want to be so kind that i make someone else find faith in humanity again. there’s not much i can do, i’m small and weak and i only know so many words. but i know i can be kind. and sometimes, i believe, that changes the world.
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Neoma's perhaps a touch more careful than normal -- pulls out a pressed flower pendant, a small clear disk with a red flower in the center, on a chain. "Uh. So. I heard it was your birthday. Didn't know what you'd like, but... this is a flower from where I grew up. Grows in the volcano ash. Uh... I don't know." This gift felt a little strange. A bit too self-serving, almost. "It's pretty, like you?"
birthday girl! ( @neomacaught )
“Oh...” Beni’s breath catches in her throat as she gently takes the pendant, examining it closely. “Oh, Ne, it’s beautiful. I love it. I wasn’t expecting... well, I never have reason to expect...” She trails off, not wishing to dive into the reasons she never expects birthday presents. Slightly overwhelmed, she puts the pendant around her neck, then suddenly moves forward to wrap Neoma in a hug.
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// Oops. It was Beni’s birthday yesterday. (Not a blog anniversary, just her actual in character birthday.)
Happy birthday Beni?
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Send me 🎵 and I'll put my music on shuffle, making a starter from my favourite line of the first song to play
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Sentence Starters - Cabin Pressure (Season 1)
Feel to free to edit / change pronouns as needed!
“I am supreme commander of this vessel.”
“You’re not seriously asking me to call you ‘sir.’”
“You remember that thing I said fifteen seconds ago about no frills? Well, astonishingly, that’s still in effect.”
“Do you have coffee? Can I have the coffee without talking to you?”
“_____, light of my life, do please shut up.”
“You’re revoltingly cheery for half six in the morning.”
“Who can predict the movements of the supreme commander? Perhaps God wanted to pick his brain about something.”
“Who is this commanding presence coming into view?”
“The captain gets the front seat in the aircraft because he’s driving it. not in any vehicle he happens to be in.”
“You are aware the point of giving us separate meals is so that we can’t both get food poisoning? There’s really not much point if you’re just going to poison us in two different ways.”
“She’ll hunt me down. She’ll actually hunt me down. With knives.”
“It’s a crazy psycho cat! Look at yourself! You have open wounds!”
“Oh, for goodness sakes! Why don’t people just blindly obey anymore?”
“You’re not going to strike terror into anyone’s heart. Unless you chat them up in a bar.”
“You run along now. And try not to cry into any important equipment.”
“You sound like you’re coughing up a hairball.”
“Just because a passenger is rude to you doesn’t mean they deserve to die.”
“Remember how I didn’t know three minutes ago? No new information has come in since then.”
“I want to talk to you. Well, heaven knows that’s not true. But I have things to tell you.”
“There’s something on your face. No, lower. It’s hanging off the bottom of your face. It’s a sort of huge shelf of bone and flesh, and it’s flapping about making a horrible noise. Will you make it stop?”
“Is it unprofessional to tell a passenger that you once made a collage of her face out of pasta shapes?”
“I really don’t know. Oh, I’m sorry, did I say ‘know’? I mean ‘care.’ I don’t really care.”
“Of course, takeoffs are cancelled all the time. Landings, almost never.”
“I particularly enjoyed her last ground proximity warning. The one when we were on the ground.”
“I’m not denying a right old meal was made of it, but I was not the chef du jour.”
“You know what they say: a good landing’s any landing you can walk away from, a great landing is one where they can re-use the plane.”
“I can find no words that describe a fire truck better than ‘fire truck.’”
“WILL YOU PUT THAT DAMN THING AWAY BEFORE I MAKE YOU EAT IT!?”
“I do regret to inform yourselves that the delay that’s going on currently is still currently ongoing. But we will keep you fully informed as to the developments of any developments as they develop.”
“You always know! You’ve always got some sort of trick or loophole or know someone who knows someone! What is it this time?”
“Are you still going around with the delightful girl with the squint? Did she say she couldn’t see you anymore?”
“Ten out of ten for toadying effort, none out of ten for toadying technique.”
“He didn’t even wake up for my pre-landing safety announcement. And that’s impressive because I did the version with the screams.”
“None of us will soon forget the misery of you spending twenty-five minutes miming ‘Apocalypse Now’ without knowing what an apocalypse was.”
“That’s enough to make you happy together, is it? Your shared belief in the terrific-ness of you?”
“I’m fairly often just completely happy. Like, for instance, when you get into a bath quickly and it’s just the right temperature, and you go ‘oohhhhh.’ I mean, really no one gets any happier than that.”
“No one really likes apples. That would be like liking… wood.”
“I cannot tell a lie. What am I saying? I’m terrific at telling lies. I mean, I’m not going to tell a lie.”
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A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!
NAME. Benjamina Ellen Timoth
NICKNAME(S). Beni
TITLE(S). Madam
AGE. verse dependent
SPECIES. Human (Witch)
SEX. female
ALIGNMENT. neutral good
INTERESTS. healing, knitting/crocheting
PROFESSION. healer
BODY TYPE. petite
EYES. deep blue
HAIR. dark brown
SKIN. olive
FACE. it’s a lovely face
HEIGHT. 5′10″
VOICE: gentle and warm
COMPANIONS. all the students she’s adopted Madam Pomfrey. Also @tnott‘s Theo Nott and @neomacaught‘s Neoma Varma
ANTAGONISTS. no one. literally no one, if you exist then Beni loves you
COLORS. purples, oranges
FRUITS. peaches, watermelon
DRINKS. tea, fruit juice
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? sometimes
SMOKES? no
DRUGS? no
DRIVERS LICENSE? yes
tagged by: @tnott tagging: you!
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Guys please reply to this with what your url means or references I’m really curious
#╰☆☆ ooc.#it's a scripture reference - romans 8:38#'neither death nor life nor angels nor powers nor height nor depth' etc etc#'shall separate us from god'
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