beauty only gets you so far

Betty. 24. Auror Academy. Waitress at 3B.

[bettyhuxley]

whitehorneddevil​:

Killian, being in the world of business, was no stranger to people not taking kindly to him. It no longer rattled him the way it used to. He’d had years to get used to it. And either way, it was’t as if people didn’t have a reason to dislike him at times. Killian could understand when he was wealthy. No one liked the rich. “Are you like this to everyone or are you reserving this particular brand of attitude for me?”

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Betty laughed at the question. She was hot blooded even when she wasn’t aggravated. “What you call attitude I call passion.” She said matter-of-fact. She was at about a 4, though if he kept at it she might work her way up to an actual attitude. “Do you always butt into rhetorical self-addressed questions or was that your idea of a chat up? Because in any case, it could use some work.”

[bettyhuxley]

whitehorneddevil​:

Killian raised an eyebrow as she repeated his words– or, well, word. “Yes, you know, deduce, guess, theorize, hypothesize,” he offered some alternatives. “Yes, I can tell by your annoyance that you’re very good at that. I think most Aurors, actually, are very keen on doing so. However, most, I find, are lacking in knowing how to have fun. Do you know how to have fun?”

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“I know what it means,” Betty said with the roll of her eyes as she wondered briefly what she had done to deserve this interaction. “I’m sorry— do you need help with something?” She asked sarcastically. “Are you in dire need of help? I’m off duty and you’re being annoying. I think my annoyance is warranted.” He didn’t know the first thing about her other than her job— same could be said about her for him, but— something about a double-edged sword. Not six months ago she was a bartender and a student. “You haven’t earned the right to know what I do for fun, pretty boy.”

[bettyhuxley]

whitehorneddevil​:

“Not insinuating anything, simply extrapolating from your original question, aren’t I?” he said, a sweet smile on his face. “I’m sure you’ve got all that knowledge still in your brain and have every confidence that you’ll protect the wizarding community.” 

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“Extrapolating—” For fucksake. Betty pinched the bridge of her nose. She knew his type, the type to pull big words out of their ass to appear smarter. “I have been and will continue to protect the wizarding community.” Not that it was any of his business.

[bettyhuxley]

sturgispodmore​:

WHEN: Saturday, 5 February, 1981; evening  WHERE: No. 52 The Copse, London WHO: Sturgis Podmore & Betty Huxley ( @bettyhuxley​ )

“Remarkably, this isn’t the dumbest thing I’ve done in the past six months,” Sturgis said with a sigh as he held up a small vial of Veritaserum whilst in the company of a woman who was a stranger upwards of yesterday. “But, carpe diem, I guess.” 

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A small grin appeared on her face at his comment. “Probably shouldn’t have said that.” She laughed, a teasing note in her voice as she held up her own vial. “Bottom’s up.” She said, drinking the liquid in its entirety. She had her own fair share of stupidity in recent months.

[bettyhuxley]

whitehorneddevil​:

“Well, sounds like maybe should have gone into a different career if you’re going to go about forgetting all that you’ve learned,” said Killian bluntly. He recognized her, if only because they had gone to Hogwarts at the same time. 

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Betty’s eyes narrowed at the man— recognizable yet not. “It was a rhetorical question.” She said icily. “And I’m not sure I like what you’re insinuating pretty boy.”

[bettyhuxley]

franklongbooty​:

Frank was confident enough, self-assured enough, big-ego’d enough, to know that fate would never befall him. But it was amusing, at least, and passing the time stuck here, to entertain that. “We could be down there our whole careers and still never finish sorting it.” He held up his tea, now it was finished brewing. “We should get back, before our desks wander off.”

~~~ fin ~~~

[bettyhuxley]

whiskeynward​:

Hayden looked on as she pulled out a bottle of Blishen’s. He surveyed her for a moment as if contemplating his decision, though it was almost always inevitably a yes where alcohol was involved. “Yeah, alright. Got something I wanna talk to you about, anyway,” he said as he then gestured so that she could lead the way. Even she decided they would park themselves in the back of an alley to drink, he’d follow. 

fin.

[bettyhuxley]

When: 28 January 1981 Where: Somewhere fun. Who Betty Huxley & OPEN

“Is it possible to have forgotten every little thing I’ve learned about field work while on desk duty? Because I get to go back out starting February but I feel my brain might have turned to mush.”

[bettyhuxley]

franklongbooty​:

“How long does someone have to be stuck on desk duty to become useless?” He asked. Surely he was bound to be allowed off soon – both he and his former professors knew he was too good to be stuck there forever, but he was going stir crazy all the same.

“It surely feels like I’ve already reached that level of duty but I reckon they’d shove us down in the basement if that ever actually happened don’t you?” She asked curiously, filling her mug with sugar and cream. “And not like the exciting part of the basement, the boring records part of the basement.”

[bettyhuxley]

whiskeynward​:

“No, just didn’t talk at all for about five months,” said Hayden. It was almost close to true. It had been easier to remain near silent than to try and make pleasant conversation with those around him. “I never said they were your fault. Just commenting on your proximity to them being dangerous and that reflecting bad on the decision if some of the newer aurors do die as a direct result of the work. ‘M not wrong.” 

“So it wasn’t much different for you then, eh?” Betty poked him in the stomach. “Either way the whole things a bit fucked. So, you know— now I’m stuck behind a desk after 2 years of training so I figure I might as well drink some woes away.” She grinned, pulling a bottle of Blishen’s out her her pocket. “Care to join and old mate.” She knew he would likely bristle at the term. She wasn’t ever sure she’d ever heard him refer to Dicky and Dollar as his friends and she had is on good authority, Dicky himself that they were the best of, but she’d never learned not to push buttons.

[bettyhuxley]

reganhiggs​:

CLEMENTINE ROBARDS.

It was a relief to have a yes, she could smoke, something to offset the dread Clem felt at the mention of a solicitor. She could barely afford to eat, had had to ask Gawain to cover her rent, let alone pay out hundreds and hundreds for legal representation. That knot in her stomach twisted tighter. She pulled a cigarette out of her box and lit it. Although the nicotine hit her bloodstream immediately and calmed her nerves, the smell today only made her feel more sick. She suppressed the latter feeling, continuing to suck on the end of the cigarette. 

“So let me get this straight,” Clem asked, eyeing the bracelets on the table. “We’re out minding our business when a group of men attacks us because we’re witches, and when they get hurt in self defense they press charges against us, and now we should wear these bracelets that in effect are curbing our movements. Have I got that all right?” Her anger wasn’t exactly aimed at this witch who worked for the DMLE, she just happened to be the messenger. 

@reganhiggs​

Regan’s stomach felt she rode on a rollercoaster, charging upward and plummeting quickly—over and over. Sadness, anger, guilt, irritation, anxiety, rage. All she wanted was a joint and to lay in bed. Away from these stupid charges and bracelets that essentially tracked them. Regan reached her wits end. She didn’t blame Betty for this, knowing they all had jobs to complete and roles to fill; if anything, this entire exchange furthered her belief that the Ministry couldn’t be depended upon. 

“No,” Regan said flatly. Then, she stood up, thinking hard as to what Bertie might say in this situation and trying her best to let that guide her. “I shouldn’t have even come in without a lawyer. Neither of us should’ve. This is rub—” She paused, not wanting to finish the sentence in fear that anything she said could be used against her. Could be used to hurt the pair further. She looked over to Clem, eyes pleading for her friend to join and leave. Regan had a Gringotts vault filled with more money than any one person needed. Enough to find a good, ruthless lawyer. And she knew Bertie would help them find the best representation. 

@bettyhuxley​

Betty pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. She couldn’t know how they felt but she was only trying to help, and she said as much. “I understand that you’re frustrated and angry, I can’t imagine how I would feel if I were in your position, but I am just trying to help.” She sighed, pushing away from the desk to stand. 

“I can’t force you to wear these and I can’t make you stay here if you want to leave. Just know that I will work my hardest to make sure they don’t get away with this.”

@clementinerobards​

[bettyhuxley]

whiskeynward​:

“No. Do you see me throwing a tantrum?” He raised an eyebrow at her. “No one, yet,” he replied easily. “Well, you know. Considering they pushed a bunch of you out of the nest early, I reckon they’re not wanting to have a lot of you killed off too soon otherwise it might look bad on them and might speak to the poor decision making process of having the lot of you move into the job.” 

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“There were no more than three offensive things in that statement, Ward. You’re losing your touch I see. Did they stick you in solitary, no one to practice your quips on?” She said easily. “I’ll have you know that neither of aforementioned explosions were a result of me being ‘pushed out the the nest early’ you cynic.”

[bettyhuxley]

whiskeynward​:

“Believe me, ‘m not the baby round here,” he grunted as he straightened his coat out, shoving his hands in the pockets. “Prison,” he answered bluntly. “Reckon you’re some big hotshot auror, now.”

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“Not throwing a tantrum over a bottle then?” She replied easily, grin still in place. “Oh look at you. Real convict now, who’d you kill?” She asked offhanded before grimacing at his comment. “Big hotshot auror on desk duty. Get blown up twice in one week and they sit you at a desk. Load a bollocks if you ask me, Jolly Green.”

[bettyhuxley]

When: 05/02/1981 Where: Ministry; Auror Break Room; I hope there’s donuts. Who: Betty Huxley & Frank Longbottom

“I honestly think I preferred being a waitress to desk duty,” Betty said to Frank over a cup of coffee.

[bettyhuxley]

whiskeynward​:

when: 11 december 1980 where: diagon alley who: @bettyhuxley​

“No, no, no, no, are you fucking kidding me?” he asked as the door was slammed in his face. “Why the fuck are you even closing early? There s’no more fucking curfew, you piece of shit.” He said as he pounded his fist on the door before he turned around, hearing someone nearby. “What the fuck are you laughing at?” he asked as he glared at the familiar face. Though he knew her, working with her for years, in complete Hayden fashion, he preferred to pretend everyone was an acquaintance. 

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Betty couldn’t help but laugh as Hayden threw a fit in front of the pub. It was the first time she’d seen him in months and this was how he appeared to her. “Well— seems like I’m laughing at an overgrown baby.” She said, shaking her head. “And to answer your questions, curfews ended but people are still scared. Now, a question of my own, where the fuck have you been exactly?”

[bettyhuxley]

reganhiggs​:

CLEMENTINE ROBARDS.​

Clem’s head had begun to pulse, not surprise given how hard it was reeling from everything that had been said in this room, one blow after another. It felt like someone’s idea of a sick joke, that’s how absurd it was. How could you be walking along minding your own business with a friend, and suddenly find yourself a week later having charges pressed against you? Hands went up, curving around her head, eyes squeezing shut. Maybe when she opened them she’d find this all to have been a nightmare. 

Clem’s eyes opened. She was still in the room with Betty and Regan. Merlin, she wanted to smoke. “Regan didn’t do anything either. It was self defense. They were attacking us, because they saw me with an iFlown. We tried to turn away and go home. That’s when they threw the rock at my head. Regan didn’t do anything wrong,” she repeated, insistent. The fact of the matter, was Regan saved Clem. She wasn’t going to let her take the fall alone, if a fall was coming. “Can I smoke in here?” 

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Regan blinked away the haziness in her eyes, then focussed them on Betty. Moments before she felt overwhelmed with confusion. Now, Regan seethed with anger. These cunts, she wanted to scream. She focussed her attention on a hangnail, picking at it until drawing blood. After a soft whimper, she placed her thumb into her mouth. “Fuck are we supposed to do, then?” She tucked her thumb into her fist. “I should get a lawyer, yeah?”

@bettyhuxley​

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“I know that this is hard information to process, but I promise I’m going to work my hardest to fix it. I do have to request that you refrain from visiting locations that are highly populated with muggles, especially at night.” She set two bracelets down on the table in front of them. “These have been enchanted with a form of Homenum Revelio. They’ll turn red if there are too many muggles near and they’ll turn black if the men from before are near. You don’t have to take them, but it is strongly recommended.”

Betty had barely managed to tell Clementine “Yes,” she could smoke when Regan had her attention. She sighed, this was going to be a long day. “We’re not there yet.” She replied, sending a paper airplane off to have someone fetch them a kettle of tea. “We will provide one if you need it and I’ll make sure they’re good. All of our lawyers on retainer are better than any public defender these men might afford anyway.” That wasn’t something she should have said, but she had already begun to milk the fact that she had to skip the last chunk of her training.

@clementinerobards​

[bettyhuxley]

reganhiggs​:

CLEMENTINE ROBARDS.

Clem didn’t know where to begin. Her mind flung itself in several direction. She looked over to Regan, flabbergasted, although that emotion soon paved the way for horror to hit. Her hand curled around the edge of the table, gripping it hard. “Allegedly,” she finally said, voice flat. “I broke my own arm, did I? Regan threw the rock at me, yeah?” The sarcasm dripped like honey gone bad. Clem breathed hard, as finally confusion set in. “I don’t understand how they can press charges against us, when they’re the ones who attacked. We were just minding our own business.”

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Regan’s went mouth went dry, head dizzy as the blood rushed to it. She could hear the anxious thumping of her heart in her ears. Quickening, erratic, terrified. She wanted her brother. Her mother. Anyone to whisk Regan away and tell her everything was going to be perfectly fine. But there was no one here to save her. Not today, at least. When words finally spilled from her lips, she wasted no time thinking them through. 

“Clem didn’t do anything. It was me. I stabbed them. They hurt her, so I went after them.” 

@bettyhuxley​

Betty understood their frustrations. People didn’t like what was different from themselves. Especially if it threatened their place in the hierarchy of life. The number of times she had seen people talk down to or terrorize her parents simply because they were different, both born in other countries, neither native English speakers. This held the same privileged energy. Wixen threatened the society hierarchy of man, and Betty feared this was only the beginning of the violence.

“I’m not accusing either of you of anything. I want to make that clear.” She said after both finished talking. Professionally she had to appear unbiased. She had no doubt in her mind however that what they were saying, what was in their report was true. If it were up to her, she would drag Dearborn to the Muggle police and make him obliviate anyone involved in the incident, but it wasn’t up to her. “The muggles who attac—” She paused again, sighing heavily before continuing. “The muggles who allegedly attacked you have claimed that you attacked them unprovoked.”

She’d like to take the word allegedly and shove it up Minchums ass. “I won’t let them get away with it. I promise you I’m going to fight the claim.”

@clementinerobards​