Characters: Benjy Fenwick and Celia Browning Date: September 1977 Location: Great Hall Rating: GPG PG-15 Warnings: Paranoia the Ministry wants his body? Summary: Celia is returning Beny's hat from last year. Oh, and she's checking to see if he's a virgin -- subtly,, of course
A quick disclaimer; Celia had brought a crotch box
She was not widely sure if it was appropriate, or in general what it would be hinting at, but Grass was limp in her arms watching the students pass by. The white kitten had attatched his claws into Celia's arms, to the point where blood was peaking through carefully. It was obvious reasoning that he would simply pounce on Benjy, as this would be his first encounter with a man. Celia raised an eyebrow. Well, truthfully, if Benjy was a man. She saw him more as a friend who would likely end up in St. Mungos either as a healer. Or a patient.
And so Celia, esplendent in vaguely periwinkle pajamas, padded down the stairs, Grass tucked under her stretched white arm. From her slouch (she preferred to call it a relaxed stance) and her general lack of energy, her reluctance was clear. One could hardly blame her, after all - after a year of getting to know the object, she had grown affectionate. Yes, she was attached to a hat. Benjy's hat had provided perfect hand warmers, and she was fond of them to the point where she actually named them. That was a horrible sign, she had marked her territory.
Then again.
Celia peaked up -- which all in all was a difficult thing to do under the matted blonde hair held together under Sir Fenwick's hat -- to skip down the steps. Her foot screamed on when she touched the first step, a look of paranoia crossing over her face, before she jumped one foot at a time down the stairs. And why does anyone question she should hurt herself -- down she went!
It was pathetic the fact that she barely made a thud. She barely made a sound hitting the floor, and excluding the hiss of annoyance Grass produced digging his way out of her arms, the anorexic girl more or less laid on the floor gripping the back of her head. Celia licked her lips, mumbled an array of curses that seemingly rhymed with Benjy, then stopped. "I knew it!" She grinned idiotically and stepped over Grass who wobbled on the uneasy flooring as she entered the Great Hall.
She had a British smile you know. Those ridiculously large smiles were her teeth were prominent and took up her whole face. She had that now when she marched over towards the Ravenclaw table. "Hello Benjy" She casually leaned over to kiss his cheek, more or less shuffling down to sit beside him, and pulled out the box from the pockets of her comfortable pajamas, sliding it down the table towards Benjy.
Grass stared at him. "Take off your pants" Reasonable request