benjyfenwicky:

Benjy was starving, but it wasn’t as if that was anything out of the ordinary. He was always hungry, even at the most inappropriate times. His hunger even trumped his seventeen year old libido, raging though it was. Hormones be damned, he’d always been a good eater, the sex…

“Noted!” Benjy laughed, casually looking her up and down from the rear as she pranced away, giddy as ever. He maintained a leisurely pace, his hands dug deep into his pockets, fingering the loose threads that would soon become a hole. He wanted to slow down, so as to not seem overly eager, but a subsequent part of him wanted to speed up, to run after her, but then again, he liked the view from back here. She was just as lovely from behind as she was from the front… It was true. He wondered idly if she was a virgin, but after that wild comment, he wasn’t entirely sure. He knew she didn’t drink quite as much or as often as the troubled Marlene…

He ducked after her, smilingly, bending down and tousling the hair on the top of one of the house-elves misshapen head. He was quite fond of the ugly little creatures, but then again, he couldn’t think of much he wasn’t fond of.

He sat next to her at the counter, swinging his feet lightly. “I’ve not been up to much to tell the truth…” he chuckled lightly, picking up a slice of toast and munching on it, “quidditch, class, a few drinks here and there.” he waved a hand, “I’m much more interested in what you’ve been up to? Also, have you seen Marlene recently? She won’t speak with me I’m afraid i’ve done something to offend her..” he covered his mouth.

“sorry. Some times I just need to be quiet. Your turn to talk…” he bit into a treacle tart, the thick jam delicious and making his mouth water hungrily.

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