#benjy5

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?”​

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