Benjy breezes into her office, not even bothering to see if she was in a meeting. Narcissa hated when he did that, and Benjy got to enjoy the show that was her threatening to break his contract. Or his knees. Either way, it was usually a great start to his day.

“How’d you swing this one, eh?”

He presents the Witch Weekly magazine that features a moving paparazzi shot of him grinning. Benjy grins in the exact same way. 

“Quidditch’s sexiest catch?”

“Do you think I’m sexy, Nars?”

Benjy finally sees her face and freezes.

“Are you okay?”