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PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.

education: qualified / unqualified / studying.

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no.

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated.

has a child or children / has no children / wants children.  

close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased.

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded  / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between / unknown.

loyal / disloyal / unknown.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS:

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic.

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes  / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.

philosophical: yes / no.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual.

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. 

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes  / frequently / to excess. 

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. 

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

Where: The Black Lake When: 15 September, 1978 

“So, I told myself that after my rotten luck in Primary I was going to focus on my divination and not worry so much on finding the one — but then the cards told me this would be my year so — I have to listen to the cards right?”

"The real question is, do you trust your skills enough to give an accurate readin’? Cause if you’re doubting it, then you’re obviously not that good.”

personal aesthetics:

dirt stained fingernails, vibrant colors and fun designs, shit-eating smirk, platform boots, turtle necks, bell bottoms with a little extra flare, brown satchel with the strap practically breaking off but somehow never does, not a hair out of place, doobie brothers and beegees on repeat, homemade moleskin cigarette holder, mom’s favorite “gold” ring on his pinkie, remark for everything, smoke blowing tricks, taking pills dry, sunshowers, sitting in the windowsill late at night, crisp autumn air, lighthearted back slaps, paint splattered jeans, poorly timed jokes, journal of conspiracy theories, never sitting properly in a chair, mango flavored rolling paper, papercuts masked as battle scars, ‘head in the clouds but my gravity’s centered’, eyes rolling so hard you’re afraid they’ll fall out, grand entrances, breakfast food for every meal, well crafted excuses, vodka with a splash of orange juice, midnight star wars premiere, joints hidden everywhere, scratchy throat, sleepy eyes, whispers shielded behind hands, late night research, graphic cartoon sketches on the corner of notes, stale smoke

home aesthetics:

One of the worst parts of coming back to Hogwarts, undoubtedly, was having to see Benjy again. They’d had nothing short of a rocky relationship, throughout the years, and Benjy had seen some of the less than savory parts of Corwin’s personality more than once. The fact that they were roommates didn’t ease any of his issues with the other Ravenclaw, and though they had learned to coexist, going back to trying to find compromises with Benjy was not a prospect Corwin looked forward to. Please, Merlin, be with me.

He’d been settled in for a solid five seconds before his roommate made his entrance, and without looking up Corwin knew it was him. Damn it all, Benjy hadn’t mysteriously died or disappeared as he’d halfway hoped - this was his reality, now.

“Benjikins! Darling,” he said, giving a pinched smile that said really, this may be one of the worst moments of my life, and I hate you terribly, and remind me why you’re here again? “It has been far too long, my sweet, sweet roommate! I’ve missed you so.”

@benjymanbutton

It wasn’t uncommon for roommates to disagree. Time spent in your room is typically when one is their most authentic, so it’s natural for discrepancies to arise. Benjy and Corwin, however, took this to a different level. He wouldn’t say things got off on the wrong foot, or they had a rocky start, or any other cliches there were on the subject. Those were all too light of a way to put it. Their relationship was more like....being trapped in the middle of the ocean on a little dingey in the middle of a treacherous storm. The little boat (Benjy) is just trying to make it to shore, but giant waves (Corwin) keep threatening to take it under.

That’s how he liked to think of it, anyway. The high pitched squeak of his luggage wheel took the place of waves as he sailed through hall towards the oncoming storm, lost in ideas of how to miraculously convince the powers that be for a room change. Please, you don’t understand. I think he has a bit of a smoking prob-

He heard Corwin before he saw him. Benjy didn’t try hiding the grimace before giving his roomate a sickly sweet smile. “Ah, Corey! I thought I smelt something rank!” Letting the door close behind him, he took a leisurely stroll to what he assumed was his bed and put his jacket on the bedpost. “I don’t think it’s been long enough. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, my dear pal.” He turned back to his night paralysis demon with his head cocked, his voice taking on a quality that could easily be mistaken as concern, “Have you gotten that snore checked out yet?”

“Rather bold of you to assume that I’d wear a bell.” Mari shot back, moving deeper into the room, that familiar feeling of stress casually rolling off her shoulders as the familiar room and the familiar company settled there instead in a comfortable and warm place. It was far easier to relax when she was in a room alone with Benjy and not worrying about the hundred of other losers roaming around this place. There was something that was just comforting in being at ease with another person that Mari definitely took for granted in moments like this one. 

Her bag was tossed somewhat haphazardly on the table beside her when she’d reached Benjy, not hesitating to reach up and fix his glasses on his face, the other hand coming up to cover his mouth for him when he seemed perfectly content to talk with it full. Her grandmother would have been absolutely appalled by the display, but Mari was just slightly amused, that warm feeling of fondness making her grin a little more softly than the trademark smirk she offered everyone around her. “Of course I’m gonna stick around, Bambi. Can’t get rid of me that easily.” She offered back, thumb trying to wipe away that smudge of dirt on his lenses before she pulled away and settled into the stool next to where he’d been sitting.

“I missed you over the summer. Wanted to meet up at some point, but Da and Gran decided to go explore and saddled me with Rufus all summer. What’d you do? Besides research how to plant yourself and grown branches out of your ears or whatever.” Nudging him a bit with her shoulder, Mari couldn’t quite help letting her head fall comfortably on his arm, a soft contented sigh leaving her. School aside, it was nice to be back.

“Well you’re gonna give me a damn heart attack one of these days,” Benjy retorted. “I think it’d be a statement. Get one of those colored ones, put it on a nice chain. Start the year off with a bang.” Benjy wasn’t one to let his guard down often, but Mari has always been one of the few who it didn’t need to be up for. That’s what made moments like this so easy; just stretching his legs out and leaning against the table behind him, the bag she’d thrown at him moments earlier resting happily on his lap. 

The hand in front of his face made him roll his eyes, a good natured smile coming to the corners of his lips. “Sorry mum,” he poked, his words playful. That didn’t stop him from taking another big bite, giving her an faux innocent smile as he did. Her confirmation, however, had him setting the roll down atop the bag and reaching for the previously discarded glove to wipe off the seat next to him. This time, he made sure to swallow before speaking. “How’s it been out there? Freshers losin’ their minds yet?” The thought of the new students running amuck in the Great Hall made him chuckle, which softened as Mari wiped off his glasses. Once she was done, he tossed the glove behind him with little thought before carefully removing the said glasses and bringing them down to the hem of his shirt to wipe down once more. 

“Wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight.” He turned his head slightly to look at her, his glasses still tangled in his shirt. “They left you home. All alone. With a dog. So they can have all the fun?” He shook his head, “That’s fucked, is what it is.” Making sure to move as little as possible so as to not bother Mari, Benjy carefully put his glasses back in his bag sitting on the floor beside him. Once he was sure it was in and had minimal chances of breaking, he slid down in his chair a bit so Mari would be more comfortable and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Her question made him bark out a laugh, “Yeah, yeah, somethin’ like that.” Not wanting to get into too much detail, he continued, “’s alright. Stayed with a couple ‘a friends, worked a bit here and there. No quality dog time or anything....” he teased, nudging her side. “But I actually did start workin’ on somethin’. It’s not much yet, but it’s gettin’ there.”

Emmeline raised an eyebrow, looking between the chocolate bar and Benjy. “That’s not a… terrible idea. I think I’m going to regret asking this, but how do chocolate wands help when your roommate forgets the silencing charm?”

“Think about it. You’re up anyway, so you’re probably gonna want a snack. And they’re thin, so they’re not gonna keep ya up all night.” With his grand explanation done, he took popped the final piece of licorice in to his mouth. “Or I could offer ya something better, but you don’t really seem the type.”

Mari had made a brief appearance in the Great Hall, enough to knick a few rolls and some other bits of food before she was waving to her housemates with some excuse about having some studying to do. She didn’t, not really. It was early in the year yet, she wasn’t burying herself in work quite yet, but she couldn’t see herself sitting and having a quiet lunch at the Gryffindor table. Besides, a quick glance around the room told her that if she didn’t grab something for Benjy, he’d miss lunch and she couldn’t have that.

It wasn’t hard to slip outside and head for the greenhouses, enjoying the not quite warm but not at all cold as the sun beat down. It was still nice outside, and she would have loved nothing more than to take advantage of that. But she was on a mission. A very important mission.

When she reached the greenhouse, she wasn’t surprised in the slightest to see Benjy there, and she rested her hip against the door as she watched him for a moment, smirk tugging at her lips. “How did I know I’d find you here?” The question was playful, and she walked further into the room easily, holding up her bag of goodies before tossing them at him. “I brought you some lunch.”

@benjymanbutton

At this point, Benjy should just move into the greenhouses. He has considered it, in months passed. Brown eyes squinted at the seeds in front of him despite the glasses (which were reserved for moments like this; of solitude and concentration) that sat comfortably on his nose. Comfortably, in spite of them crawling down his nose every few moments. And the dirt mark on the corner of the lens from trying to push them back up. Comfortably despite all of that. 

Nimble fingers dug precisely into the planter in front of him as he began humming a tune absentmindedly. As he dropped the almost almond-shaped seed into the hole he’d just created, his attention hardly strayed from the task at hand. Which is exactly how Mari found him, absentmindedly humming a tune as he covered the seed.

His hands jerked at the unexpected voice, sending dirt flying in various directions. Benjy’s head snapped to find the culprit, taking a deep breath of relief when he saw Mari standing there. "Jesus Christ, M. I’m gonna get you one of those cat bells.” By the time he’d pulled his gloves off and tossed them on the table he barely had time to catch the bag before it reached the ground. He pulled out a roll and took a bite, a satisfied hum escaping him as he chewed. “You can stick around a bit, if ya want.” The words came out muffled, since he clearly never learned not to talk with his mouth full. At least he waited until after he was done talking to swallow. “The plants aren’t as fun to talk to.” 

Gathering her stash of sweets before the new students descended on Hogsmeade at the beginning of a new term was something of a tradition for Emmeline. She had entered Honeydukes’ on a mission, determined only to grab a few of her favorites to get her started and help her survey the first couple of late nights. Instead, she found herself standing in front of display after grabbing her customary sugar quills and Drooble’s Best, weighing her options for which chocolate treat to add to her collection. When she felt someone next her to, she turned in search of a second opinion. “Which you rather have at 1 a.m., chocolate cauldrons or chocolate wands?” 

Benjy paused mid-bite, allowing the piece of licorice he’d just pulled out of the unpaid package to hang out of his mouth. “That depends on the type of night you’re havin’.” He set the pack of licorice on the counter and picked up a box of each aforementioned chocolate, taking a moment to examine both. “Cauldrons,” he held it up for emphasis before handing it to her, “for finishing last minute papers and you need the extra boost. Wands,” he repeated the gesture,  “for when you’re roommates gettin’ it on and forgets the silencing charm. And this,” finally, he picked up a Honeyduke’s Chocolate Bar with Red Hot Peppers, “for when you need to spice things up a bit.” This final one was handed to her with a playful wink.