#threads;; bea

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who: open to all where: ministry of magic event: ministry spring gala 1979

It was during events such as this that the extrovert within her came out, shining through as though through an open window. The gala presented such an excellent opportunity to get away from the more serious side of things. A chance for them all to rest their minds and, for once, not speak of business or the daily life within the ministry itself. That was another added benefit, as no matter what, Beatrice couldn’t have dared to voice what happened behind the doors of her department; regardless of how much she may have wanted to at times. Secrets were safe with her, guarded within her mind to the extent that Gringott’s might be.

Her feet carried her, around the room as she allowed her eyes to drift and check who else was in attendance. About every pureblood or politician that felt the need to be represented had shown their face. Part of her wondered just how high a risk for drama this all left. Honestly, the witch couldn’t tell who would hold the bigger potential for the dramatics; the politicians or the purebloods that danced around in circles so foolish only they could believe them to be of any value beyond their limited imagination.

“They’ve gone all out, haven’t they? Quite the turnout!” Bea had just reached for a drink from one of the trays floating around, turning toward the nearest person there. Once more, the extrovert within her did not care just which poor soul had ended up on the receiving end of her need to converse. It was all done with light-hearted fun in mind. After all, wasn’t an event such as this made to mingle, talk and enjoy themselves, even if only for the night?

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who: @edgarebones where: outside the three broomsticks when: evening, christmas eve

Christmas, beloved as it was, it was a rough time all the same. A smile on her lips the witch had excused herself from the festive chaos inside to catch some fresh air. Busying herself with the tree decorations outside, the brunette had found a way to appear busy while her thoughts trailed. The world was no longer what it used to be. Life had gone, in so many ways, in so many directions. It was honestly tough to keep track of. Every now and then she’d find herself wondering, the many paths life had taken, the many paths it did not and potentially never would. And, above all, all the paths that were nothing more than simple options and possibilities.

The thought alone, however, gloom it may have been for others caused the Abbott-witch to smile. Genuine happiness on her face she continued arranging the tree ornaments again. Something about their composition seemed to bother her. That was until steps caused her to turn around, ready to greet whoever it was. A silly assumption of it being a simple customer caused the former Gryffindor to whirl around, words caught in her throat before they ever had a chance to escape her. How was it that after all that time he could still catch her off guard and cause her to become speechless in an instant? “It’s pretty crowded inside. You might have to wait a moment if you’re hoping for a table.” First words, nowhere near a hello.

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who: @alicealongbottom where: Longbottom house when: early evening

When Bea had made her way to the Longbottom house, each and every inch of her had hoped to encounter Alice and not Frank. There was no preferred one between the two, admiring them equally for all the work but a part of her couldn't help but wonder, especially after the conversation she'd had with Frank after Edgar's engagement had become public knowledge. Sometimes she simply needed to talk to a witch. Not Andromeda, though no. Andy meant the world but the concern she'd come to Alice with that day, Andy could not help out with it.

Finally she saw the figure pop up, having knocked mere seconds ago. "I hope you don't mind me coming here unannounced." Surely, Alice would understand. "I need to talk to you about something. I don't see anyone who would fit this better than you. And you might have answers." Alice Longbottom, perhaps the one solution she'd been looking for.

For weeks, if not months the blonde had thought about the things going on outside, the war and tension brewing. She was tired of it. "I can't sit in the backline, hiding away." Bea hoped that would be enough to explain the situation.

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who: open to all when: during the festivities event: 003 - Frank's birthday party

Every now and then Bea would slip behind the bar or into the back to grab some new supplies or help out whenever she couldn't find Ros. There was no doubt the other witch was busy, hosting a party with these many people in the middle of the times they lived in. The least the witch could do was her best to help out; to fill in wherever it was needed.

"That's quite a specific drink but I think we still have some in the back if you'd like me to check?" Her face lit up with a smile, trying to remember what she'd seen in the storage room the last time she'd wandered there to grab fresh towels and napkins. "Or you could come along?" Her attention diverted for a moment, shooing some familiar face she couldn't place the name of toward the gift table instead of simply dropping it off in the middle of a table. Things would only get lost that way. "Sorry. So, what will it be?"

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who: @tonksxandromeda where: home of the tonks family when: evening

It wasn't entirely unannounced, no. The witch had send her owl ahead, it wasn't the first time. In all the chaos the world had turned into, was falling further toward, it was evening like these that she treasured the most; the calm and slow ones filled with snacks and tea or wine and a good story or two. "I did bring some strawberry crumble, as a peace offering for having been so busy." And for hiding away, with her thoughts. It wasn't that she'd been meaning to avoid the other. Bea had simply allowed the flow of work to take her own entirely. There was plenty to do and the ministry certainly was a place making sure no one ever ran out of things to do.

"So, tell me! How have you been? How's Ted? Dora?" Beatrice did manage a smile at the thought of the little family Andromeda now called her own. it was beautiful to see, all the risks had paid off. There was no better ending to a story of sacrifice; not in her book.

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who: @amvlias where: diagon alley when: afternoon

A sunny day, the alley filled with countless people making their way up or down the path between the shops. It was one of the few days off and Beatrice had much to do, or at the very least to catch up on. From the preferred ink on her desk being empty to the book she’d ordered having arrived at Flourish and Blotts; there was plenty to do. It was only when she left the quill and supply shop that she came face to face with someone who had the power to alter her plans entirely should they wish to. “Amelia.” Bea could only stare for a moment before a smile took over. Despite all things regarding Edgar, Amelia had never been one the witch could avoid without at least giving a nod, a smile or a wave. Politeness, she supposed. Things had simply not been the same, but it had been so long ago that she wasn’t entirely sure what the other made of things.

At the end of the day with their work being in completely different, partially cut off sections of the ministry there weren’t all too many chances to bump into one another. “It’s been a while. I suppose I did let the flow of work take me.” She had, but there was more to that. After everything that had happened with Edgar, especially in the recent days, the brunette simply refused to be around anyone or anything that would remind her of the reality they all lived in now. And her mind had been utterly set on joining the Order, finding a way to make things matter more. “How have you been? Would you like to sit down over a cup of tea?”

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who: @brillicntmcdness where: department of magical law enforcement when: during working hours

Interdepartmental work was far and few between, rarely to be found especially between their respective departments. Their fields of work could not have been further apart from each other. The only Beatrice thought may overlink was the level of danger they each played with every single day. Coming to work meant a certain risk. Perhaps that was the one quality about Alastor Moody that Beatrice Abbott could admire. After all, there was nothing else left for her to look upon favourably. Not after he’d done. A grudge she held because of how much her family meant to her. Oh, Bea would have torn the world down for her siblings. Or build it back up.

There was hesitation in her knock, a moment spent wondering if perhaps she could ignore this task and hope someone else would pick up on it. In truth, it was only going to lead to more questions. Why didn’t she pick up the items as requested? Why did she not bring them to a place that could store them more securely? Why would she dare let something personal cloud her judgement? Because at the end of the day, Beatrice was a most stubborn witch and the only thing stronger than that was her curiosity and dedication to the job as an unspeakable. Finally, the knock echoed back from the wooden door in front of her, as she entered slowly.

When finally she’d stepped inside her voice gave no hint of how she felt about the one in front of her, only letting professionalism speak. “I’ve been sent to pick up the items from the manor case, the one’s requested to be taken down the Department of Mysteries.” That was about as much as she could say in regard to her department. “I’ll grab the boxes and then I’ll be right out of your hair. Where can I find them?”

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who: @rsrevan where: the white wyvern when: late evening/early night thread counter: 001

Few nights were spent walking down the path of Knockturn Alley. Even fewer within the White Wyvern. Beatrice lacked not in access to taverns and pubs. Not with her sister practically owning the Three Broomsticks as well as her being on good terms with Tom from the Leaky Cauldron. No, it was darker nights that called for the so-called walk of shame toward the tavern usually frequented by the darkest of characters. The Gryffindor did not fit in, not for the most part, but it was the best place one could go if one simply needed to forget; to get distracted from the daily shenanigans that life had a habit of throwing one’s way. Funny enough it was also the one place where, in her experience, the least talk of the war raging on in the world could be heard. It seemed almost too perfect to be true and yet its very existence was proof of just that. There was a place equivalent to the forgetfulness draught found in certain potioneer’s shops.

Beatrice found herself a cozy spot by the bar, if one did dare call it that in a place like the White Wyvern. No time was wasted as she ordered whatever strongest drink the bartender had to offer. Her mind was racing with thoughts of the previous night, the early morning hours filled with regret. There was too much she needed to forget; the leave behind, to be buried underneath layers upon layers of potentially bad decisions. Bea was no saint. Had never claimed to be but this had hit her harder than she cared to admit. Eventually she’d find someone to confide in but until then she’d rather avoid the whole thing all together.

It wasn’t until the drink was finally placed in front of her that the brunette allowed her eyes to roam, to scan the crowd she’d landed herself in middle of. Not that it mattered. The choice was made, and no regrets were felt. Well, not about the choice of drink or establishment either way. Finally, her eyes landed on a face that was familiar. More than familiar truthfully. “Evan, hey. I didn’t see you there.” Somehow, she’d managed to overlook the one in question entirely.