Beatrix's Uniform
-- 9:45AM, Interupting Potions --

Beatrix was caught off guard when she was asked to step out of the class room. Did she do anything wrong most recently? Shoving second years into walls wasn't wrong, it was a given! She was quite reluctant to actually leave, but when she found out it was in an empty class room and Aurors (And Tulo apparently) were there to speak to her, she panicked. What did they want from her? She didn't do anything! As she staggered up the stairs, she couldn't help but think: Was this really about her... Or was it about her father? Beatrix had been rather innocent those pass few days. But had her father been up to mischief?

Daddy wasn't stupid. He wouldn't do anything for a while. He'd lay low. Beatrix knew this about him, she knew how well he could pretend to be something he wasn't. He had talent, and was good at lying. But, clearly, he was also really good at getting caught. If he got caught again... Beatrix would die. Life hated her like that, and she wasn't going to let anything get in her way. If he got caught, Bea was saving him herself.

Thoughts continued to circulate in the young girl's mind as she prepared herself. She began standing straight and she let her hair fall into her natural blonde. She didn't want to come off as a delinquient around the Aurors. She was a good girl. She didn't hear about her father escaping. She didn't start any fires. She didn't spike any punch. She didn't know SHIT. The young girl fluffed her bright hair and paused in front of the empty classroom.

This was it. Time to get badgered by the popo. Lucky for Beatrix, she was smart and was a criminal-to-be herself. She knew what to do. She had to play it cool...

She opened the door and saw only one person inside the room. What was this bologna!? Beatrix relaxed, but kept her cool exterior. Her eyes shifted along the lady's face before she stepped forward and put on a cutesy smile. "I'm Beatrix Dark... You, ah, summoned me?" She giggled and took a seat across from the woman.

Hopefully the lady would be like every other adult and be nice and sweet. Beatrix wanted to get back to potions and be amazing and make people jealous. However, speaking with an intelligent adult was perfectly fine. "May I ask what this is about?" She asked, innocently and cute. Hopefully it was just about the Dance or even Greyfriar... Daddy was an iffy topic for the young Ravenclaw. The woman looked nice enough, pretty, smart... Beatrix wasn't going to take any crap from her.

Charlene was well aware of the fact that she was well beyond the boundaries of what was right and proper for a representative of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

In fact, if she'd really tried, she could have come up with a half-dozen regulations and statutes that forbade this very sort of thing.  Using her position as the head of an investigation to pull a student out of class so that she could question her about something entirely unrelated broke all kinds of rules.  It could very well get her reprimanded and put on probation, not to mention dumping her into very deep water with her superior. 

It was all too easy to picture the disappointment that would be present in Tamis Raynor's gray eyes if she were ever to find out that Charlene had abused her position as an Auror to push her way into an investigation that she hadn't ever even been assigned to.  Raynor trusted her; she'd put her in a key position both at Hogwarts and in the Remembering Day murder investigation.  This was apparently the best way that Charlene could come up with to repay that trust.

And she was doing it while harassing a teenager, no less.  Charlene did not know very much about Beatrix Dark, save her position at school and her parentage, but she felt a keen sense of sympathy for the girl.  She couldn't help what her father had become.  It was hardly Beatrix's fault that she was being dragged into this.

As the door open, Charlene very quickly pushed any doubts from her mind, looking up at the girl who entered.  "Of course," she said.  "Thank you for coming so promptly.  Please take a seat, Miss Dark," she added, nodding to the chair across from her.  "I just have a few questions for you about some recent events at school."

Which was, she thought, very true.  She was perfectly within her rights to question the young woman about the SAWS investigation, and the Ravenclaw prefect was equally likely to answer her questions - it was one of the reasons that Charlene had chosen Beatrix instead of her Slytherin twin.  If any other subjects came up during the course of the completely legal discussion, the Auror held firm that it would just be a coincidence.

"I just have a few questions for you about some recent events at school."

Beatrix smiled, sweetly, at the woman. "Oh, it's about the dance, isn't it?" She waved a hand in the air. She, of course, was completely shocked at what had happened around her. It was a disgusting prank and she couldn't believe someone would actually be so heartless. If she learned it was Devlin the whole time, however, she wouldn't have been surprised. Devlin was generally awful. Beatrix learned long ago that he had no soul (Though secretly he had a soft spot for Fauna. Which Bea highly doubted).

"To be honest, it was all completely unnerving... I mean... After what happened to Knox Greyfriar, you'd think..." Beatrix paused, "You don't think I did it, did you?" she gasped, realizing something quite important. Beatrix had witnessed Greyfriar... Was she a suspect to the Polyjuice incident? Beatrix would never! But maybe they'd assume she wanted to bring awareness to the situation, or to mess with someone's head. She had been thinking the whole time that she was a victim... But what if they thought otherwise?

Beatrix was feeling quite nervous now. She was a mean girl at some points but she really did have a pure heart. "... Or is this about something else I'm not aware of?" She let out a silly giggle, knowing she sounded completely guilty about something of the sorts. Beatrix had been a good girl. Perhaps they were just asking from a witness's view.

"I'm sorry, I assume these things all the time... I think too much," Beatrix visually relaxed after taking a breather. She must have looked guilty. She was so foolish! The Auror should just ask her questions already so Beatrix could stop feeling so bad and go to class.

What were the chances of them suspecting Bea, anyways? They probably suspected Fauna because she was batty and apart of SAWS. She had more of a reason to be questioned. Little did Bea know she had already been questioned. But Fauna wouldn't light up her own dance decorations... Unless that was a mistake. The whole thing confused Bea.

And she still had a bad feeling. The five-O always made Beatrix a bit shaky, anyways. Though there was never any reason to it.

The Auror let the girl talk, waiting patiently as she tried to analyze what she was saying and listen for details all at once.  If she was hoping for someone who would confess their innermost thoughts, she had evidently selected the correct Dark child to speak with. 

The Ravenclaw girl came to the end of her speech, much of the nervousness flooding out of her.  Charlene gave her an even smile, setting her pencil down on the table.  Good - that was what she needed.  Judging by the first example, a nervous Beatrix Dark might babble on about anything that came to mind, but that wouldn't tell the Auror what she wanted to know.  It would be far more helpful if the girl was relaxed, even cooperative.  She wanted Beatrix to want to help.

"No, it's all right," she said politely.  "And you don't have to apologize, Miss Dark.  That's one of the reasons I've asked you here.  I'm hoping to hear your thoughts."

She considered the girl for a moment, and then carefully flipped to a new page in her notebook.  Smoothing the blank parchment for a moment, she picked up the quill and shook it to get the nub to ink itself.

"Although you are correct," she added, a hint of dryness creeping into her voice.  "Part of what I'm looking into does involve what happened at the dance."  Which was, again, true - she did need to dig into the events surrounding the Halloween Ball.  If that line of questioning led to other questions about Halloween weekend, it wasn't as if Charlene could help it. 

"You were there, Miss Dark?" she went on, raising an eyebrow at Beatrix.  "Can you tell me what you remember happening?"

"No, it's all right,"

Beatrix nodded and smoothed out her skirt. She attempted to relax a bit but found it a little hard. She simply naturally became nervous and squirmy when she knew she was potentially in trouble. Beatrix was simply a likely suspect since of the Greyfriar incident, anyways. And if she were to actually be suspected... Well... The small girl would probably have a panic attack. Such false accusations weren't good for the young girl's soul. Lucky for Bea, Charlene was being very nice and polite.

The Ravenclaw took a breath and really thought about it. Miss Malone was being much too sweet. Why would she be accusing Bea of anything? If the Auror were to be accusing Bea, there would have more Aurors around and she would have to be more stern. Right? Perhaps Beatrix wasn't aware of such a thing as a good cop/bad cop routine with only one person. She visibly relaxed and pushed a lock of hair back behind her ear. This would be simple, right?

"Although you are correct, part of what I'm looking into does involve what happened at the dance."

Part of? Beatrix's eyes flicked around the woman's face and her smile faded a bit. "Yes... I- I understand," she nodded. So there was more to it? What else could the woman be possibly asking about? But the girl didn't start hyperventilating just yet. It may be something simple. The woman may simply ask a few questions, pat Bea on the head, and tell her she was free to go. This would be easy, simple, and clean. Bea had nothing to worry about. Though she was still a bit anxious around being an Auror.

"You were there, Miss Dark? Can you tell me what you remember happening?"

Yes, of course she was there. What kind of question was that? Of course, it wasn't technically a question, Beatrix was still just a bit jumpy. "Oh boy... I remember I couldn't see much," She shrugged, a silly grin spreading across her lips, "I'm so short and everyone was so big... But... What I did see was, um, I guess I saw Devlin Matthews-" Gross, "-As a wolf-person," Beatrix held her hands up, mocking claws with her fingers, "And a whole lot of flames... Fauna's decorations were on fire... I feel so bad for her," Though definitely not for Devlin. But... Eveline, that poor girl... She had to have suffered a bit. Bea's eyes dropped to her hands, her mood slowly slipping. The whole dance was rather... Awful now that she thought about it. But at least she had a good night with Pennyapple, right?

"But after that, nothing... My date and I got out of there as quickly as we could. Thankfully, I didn't see much," She paused, "It didn't occur to me then that I could have just grown a few inches... Peeked over everyone's heads..." Beatrix stopped and her gaze shifted back up to Malone. Perhaps she shouldn't have said that. Though... Malone, being apart of the Ministry, would know Beatrix was a metamorph, right? But... It was always best to keep such things out of situations like this one. She began chewing on her bottom lip. It was nothing. No slip of the lip could harm Beatrix.

It was nice to see that the red Auror robes still had some sort of discernible effect on Hogwarts students, Charlene thought dryly, keeping her face impassive as she watched Miss Dark nervously smooth her skirt and respond.  Though if she were being honest, she'd have to admit that if anyone with any sort of Ministry authority had ever pulled her out of class back when she'd been a student, she likely would not have conducted herself much better.  Being in school conditioned one to respect authority, and there was no one occupation represented authority better than the mantle of the Auror office.

She listened carefully as the Ravenclaw student recounted the events of the dance, taking down notes of her memories.  Everything she said matched with what Charlene had heard before.  Matthews, an older Ravenclaw, had been one of the first victims - there with Miss Blake, in fact.  Eveline Chancelier had been another, and by all accounts had been completely traumatized by the incident.  So far, the stories about the incident on Halloween had been almost frustratingly consistent.  There was nothing to pick apart, nothing to seize upon, which meant that as far as Charlene could see, they had hit a dead end in their investigation.

The girl's next words, though, didn't connect with anything that had been stated before.  Charlene's eyes flickered up, meeting Beatrix's own gaze over the notebook, as a thoughtful frown crossed her face.  Grown a few inches?  She could understand wishing to be taller - Charlene often found herself dryly making the same statement, serving as she did in a department of giants - but that wasn't how the girl had phrased it.

Carefully, her eyes moved over Beatrix again, this time paying much more attention to the details.  She didn't look much like the man that Charlene had encountered at the Hogshead, but then, he'd hardly been himself at the time.  But the pink hair...the fact that it didn't occur to her that she could have grown...

Could have grown.

Charlene lowered her quill, meeting the girl's gaze frankly.  "You're a metamorph," she remarked.  There was no question in it.  "Like your father?  Is that what you meant, saying that you could have grown a few inches?"