Ben Fenwick doesn't like to be called "Benjy" (cauldronscook) wrote in withgoodintent, @ 2010-07-05 21:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | 4th july, benjy fenwick, hestia jones, incomplete!, thread! |
WHO: Ben Fenwick and OPEN
WHEN: closing time, late Sunday night, 4 July
WHERE: The Leaky Cauldron, Diagon Alley
WHAT: Ben cools off - quite literally - after a rough night
STATUS/RATING: Open - incomplete / low or TBA
The young man was fairly sure his hair had been singed, and one eyebrow felt a little crispy, but it was his nerves that were more than a little frazzled. Not three hours earlier in the kitchen at the inn on Diagon Alley had one of the old ovens started a fire, perhaps from a charm gone wrong on the part of one of the cooks who had the night off, or from not being cleaned properly, or any other list of reasons Benjy was only now considering. After all, with a roaring orange fire shooting out of a hot oven when he was the only one on duty, the list of potential causes was slightly less important than putting the blasted thing out.
Of course, a magical kitchen didn't have baking soda, or a muggle fire extinguisher, and he had nobody to yell at to help him out, nor did he have a wand of his own. Also, after realizing that most of the other absent staff would have used a swift "Aguamenti!" at a time like this, and the sink was too far away to grab any water, the young man had thrown himself at the fire with floursacks and his apron.
He'd gotten over the initial crankiness of the reasons why it happened after a while, and was currently more cranky and grumbly about the nice pink tinge to his hand and forearms. He'd wrapped up his left hand with gauze, the other holding a cigarette as he sat outside on the street. The inn was closed up for the night, thankfully without being burned down, and after cleaning the mess the fire had left behind Benjy needed a smoke to calm down.
It hadn't started working yet. By his fourth cigarette, he was hoping he'd feel something - or not, if you considered how badly his arms were hurting in the colder night air. Unfortunately for Benjy, the nicotine was just that - not imbued with pain-killers. And he wasn't about to go to St. Mungo's for the useless treatment, either. A muggle hospital was entirely out of the question as well.
Nope. He'd just be a man and deal with it.