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24 February 2007 @ 06:27 pm
 
Who: Benjy Fenwick & Remus Lupin (Open)
What: TBD
Where: The Hogwarts Express
Rating/Warning: PG/None
Status: Incomplete



Slim fingers slipped under the red flannel covering and between the wire bars of the domed cage. When meeting the soft, downy white feathers of Nicodemus, Benjy Fenwick stroked calmly. The large barn owl never much cared for the rattling and swaying of the train, and would twitter irritably...

"Ow."

Unfortunately, with barely a warning, Nicodemus bent and nipped at Benjy's finger. He withdrew the digit and stared at the raised, reddened mark across his pointer finger. His eyebrows raised towards his nose, making him look more hurt than curious as to why the bird had nipped him. With a sigh, the Gryffindor boy settled back.

Placing one arm along the spine of the couch, Benjy looked out over the rapidly changing countryside. They passed over the grassy chasm and its rickety wooden bridge, but the brunette boy's eyes were aimed more at the oncoming mountains. They looked grey today, with a cloudy fog obscuring the higher peaks. He wondered if it was raining around Hogwarts.

Flexing his finger that now had a rapidly diminishing burn feeling, he looked back to the book that laid in his lap. It was a heavy leatherbound book with a matte black color. In embossed grey letters it read, Defense in the Dark: An Advanced Compendium and Analysis of Curses, Hexes and Jinxes.

He opened it, and thumbed through it. He happened to land on an aged looking piece of parchment with a depiction that reminded him of the Vitruvian Man, only it had the aspects of a Werewolf. He blinked, and read the first few lines about Lycanthropy before turning the page.
 
 
 
refinedsavage on February 25th, 2007 09:52 pm (UTC)
Remus was so nervous (and secretly overjoyed) about being made Prefect, that the young werewolf had arrived at Plaform 9 and 3/4 an hour early in order to help keep the crowd in order. He tried not to be self-concious of his scars and slightly faded robes, and instead meant to concentrate on the new badge pinned to his chest. He had supposed the younger students would appreciate a bit of help boarding the train. And he had supposed wrong.

Just over sixty minutes later, the Gryffindor was sincerely exhausted, and he unfortunately hadn't caught sight of his best mates. He winced as his mind raced over the various illegal things they might be doing on the train. But he didn't have time to hunt them down. Nor did he particularly want to hear them snickering at his new badge. He wouldn't put it past James and Sirius, ever the creative young men, to find many uses of his newfound Prefect status in the next several weeks.

Making his way through the corridor of the Hogwarts Express as it began to move, the Lupin boy offered small smiles and waves to other passing students. He tried to be nice and diplomatic, even to the Slytherins, who never seemed to return to sentiment. And just as his mind turned to Slytherins, a rather troublesome pair of fourth year serpents seemed to come out of nowhere, speeding down the narrow hall of the train. Uh oh.

"Stop, stop!" Remus cried, drawing his wand. The students had arms full of sweets that they had undoubtedly purchased (or nicked) from the cart woman. If they weren't careful, they were surely going to crash into someone. "Slow down!" He bellowed in a louder tone. But they didn't. Remus narrowly escaped the duo by slipping into the nearest compartment. He stuck his through the threshold and shouted "Ten points from Slytherin!" As the pair zoomed by, but they only laughed.

Sighing, Remus resigned to a seat in the compartment, and it was only then he realized he wasn't alone. "Oh! Hello, Benjy," he said, offering a nod in the direction of the older boy. "I didn't see you here. I hope you don't mind if I join you for a bit? I'm supposed to join the other Prefects soon, but I need to catch my breath. They're all a bunch of demons, aren't they?" Demons was actually an understatement.

"Reading anything entertaining?" He added, trying to be polite. He hoped Lily wouldn't be disappointed in him for being late. The very last thing he wanted was to make a fool of himself in front of the Evans girl.
benjy_the_lion on February 25th, 2007 10:40 pm (UTC)
No sooner than Benjy had turned the page, than Remus burst into the compartment. He saw why- a couple of Fourth-Years in Slytherin robes came barreling past. Curious and concerned, Benjy shut the Defense Against the Dark Arts book and inched forward onto the couch to get a better look. At first the chocolate brown haired boy didn't seem to notice Benjy's presence. But he wasn't about to say something and risk startling Remus. Instead, he waited patiently until Remus noticed him.

When Remus did, Benjy nodded at him with a smile and a curiously understanding sort of blink, "How are you then, mate?" Benjy asked in his soft spoken Welsh drawl. His hand slid subconsciously over the leatherbound black book as he watched the young Werewolf. The same hand that did so, gestured towards the seat that Remus had already taken, "Mi casa es su casa," he chimed in. The chestnut haired boy chuckled and nodded, "Looks like it. You're pretty brave to accept that badge if you ask me." His smile was not exactly shy, but genuine, just barely showing his teeth.

"Oh," Benjy looked down at the book, "OWLs Defense Against the Dark Arts," he said, cocking his head. "First year of it." He nodded. "Where's Tweedledee and Tweedledum?" He asked, referring to Sirius and James most likely. His watery blue eyes sort of twinkled in amusement at that.
refinedsavage on February 26th, 2007 07:52 pm (UTC)
"I'm alright," Remus admitted, feeling his cheeks go warm. He must have looked quite foolish. It was sad that he couldn't control a pair of students younger than he, but such was life. "I suppose things could be worse..." And it was true. There was always room for disaster. At least Benjy seemed didn't seem to mind that he had joined him. "But yeah, I'm starting to regret accepting the position," he laughed.

"What about you? Have a nice summer?" Remus was fairly certain that everyone in Hogwarts had had a more entertaining summer than his own. He had spent the majority of the time indoors, reading or sitting behind the piano bench in his mother's small-but-tidy living room. He had long ago learned not to stray far from home with his condition. Plus, with his father working overtime to keep a decent income, it wasn't as if Remus and his family could travel very often.

"O.W.L.s," the boy echoed, feeling a slight pang. "I'm not too thrilled about those. But at least I've got all year to study." Half of which would be spent forcing his friends to study. Not that they weren't already brilliant. James and Sirius seemed to be effortlessly smart. And Peter... well, he was another story. "James and Sirius? I honestly don't know. But if you hear an explosion, follow the sound and you'll find them, I'm sure."
benjy_the_lion on February 27th, 2007 02:38 am (UTC)
Benjy nodded, mouthing the words 'good' as he smiled when Remus said he was alright. The younger boy's cheeks pinking made him wonder, though. He slightly knit his brow together when the werewolf did. "Sure," Benjy said tentatively, when Remus said things could be worse. The chestnut haired boy smoothed his hands down his thighs and cupped his knees as he prepared for a story. It didn't come, however. he simply nodded in understanding about being Prefect. "Great men have power thrust upon them."

"Oh," Benjy shrugged his head to the side, and using his fingers pulled his bangs from banging in his eyes. "It was alright. Its difficult going back to the Muggle world sometimes. Especially when you can't use your powers. It becomes second nature. You have to unlearn what you learn." He smiled a bit, his lower lip sliding under his teeth. "Yours?"

Benjy chuckled, "They weren't a cake walk... I have a lot of studying to do if I want to make it into some of the OWL-levels. But you'll do alright," Benjy reached over and tapped Remus' arm quite gently with his hand. A soft scoff later, and Benjy nodded, "Ha, yeah. They're probably picking on Severus. I think I saw him slinking to the back of the train a few minutes ago."
refinedsavage on February 27th, 2007 11:26 pm (UTC)
"Great men," Remus laughed. "Well, they must have made a mistake, then." Remus was in now way great, in his opinion. In fact, he was dreadfully ordinary, aside from his furry little problem. And perhaps he was a bit smarter than average, but that undoubtedly had more to do with his studying habits than anything else.

"Well, my dad's a wizard, so even if I don't get to use magic, I get to see it. I can imagine how it must be for you though... my mum does everything the muggle way," he explained. He rather liked being a halfblood. It was interesting to live partially in both worlds, even if he knew which he preferred. "My holiday was as boring as always. We don't travel very often, unless you count my grandparent's home..." Heh.

"Thanks. I hope so. Good luck to you too, with your classes." Remus nodded in Benjy's direction. It was nice to talk to someone who didn't want him to run off on a mission to blow up statues, or call him unpleasant words that always seemed to escape the Slytherin's lips. "Poor Severus. I worry that he'll seek revenge one of these days..." Not that he already hadn't.
quidditch_rocks on March 15th, 2007 09:17 pm (UTC)
"Oh, he won't be seeking any revenge for quite a while!" James said cheerfully as he rolled open the compartment door. There was a broad, self-satisfied grin on his face as he strode into the compartment and fairly launched himself at Remus.

"Moony! My darling! How much I have missed you! My heart pangs with the anguish of two months without you only two beds away!" he teased, ruffling the shorter boy's hair.

He turned and looked at Benjy and grinned a greeting. "Wotcher, Fenwick." His eyes brightened with excitement behind his glasses. "Are you ready for Quidditch?"
refinedsavage on March 20th, 2007 02:41 am (UTC)
((if Benjy isn't replying soon, Remus will. ♥))
quidditch_rocks on March 20th, 2007 02:47 am (UTC)
((Okay! Hey, why aren't you on MSN? *tear*))