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Gabrielle’s fingers curled against the arms of the chair, nails pressing into the polished wood as she held his gaze.
'More' wasn’t some vague, ambitious concept. More had a name, a title, a position she should have already secured had things been decided on actual abilities and not nitpicking technicalities. Her parents’ letter burned in her mind—the implication that she could have been an Auror by now, had she stayed in France, had she allowed them to clear her path the way they always had. The sting of it was still fresh. They had never been subtle about their expectations, nor about their disappointment. She inhaled slowly, willing herself to stay measured. It wouldn’t do to sound desperate, even if the injustice of it all was clawing at her ribs. And yet as her lips parted to spit back, she found her thoughts cooling.
Gabrielle had come here ready to demand an Auror transfer. It was the path that had been set before her since her conception, the one her parents had expected, the one they had all but promised her would be inevitable. Aurorship was the only destination that had ever been spoken of in their household, the only acceptable endpoint for someone of her pedigree, her training, her skill. It had always been the plan.
And yet…
The thought of stepping into that role now, of proving her parents right, left a sour taste in her mouth. It would be too easy for them to write it off as their influence, to act as if they had carved the way for her once again, as if she owed it to them. Worse still, it would put her in ranks with those whose names had been cleared through just as easily—not because they were the best, but because of who their parents were. But the Hit Witches Wizards—they had earned her respect. Shadowing them around the Ministry, watching them work, listening to them in the break room, working out alongside them in the exercise room, hearing about the sheer grit of what they did day in and day out—it had changed something. They weren’t coddled, weren’t shielded by bureaucracy the way Aurors were. They were the ones in the thick of it, the ones making sure the scum of the world stayed put after they had been caught.
It hadn’t been part of the plan—their plan. It had never even been an actual attainable option in her mind until this very moment.
"A promoshe-on to Hit Witch" she stated plainly, her tone was clipped, precise, each syllable deliberate. " don’t need mairé time walkng a beat lik zum rookie fresh oot of traineng.. I don’t need to be used as extra manpowair when it’s convénient. I need reahl tactical wairk. I need cases zat réquiyaire expairtize, not just presence." Her accent was thicker now, like a tightening noose, as she continued to lay out her demands and her shoulders squared. As a Patrol Officer, she was near the bottom of the food chain and follow objectives set by higher-ups. That was fine, except no one actually listened to Patrol Officers when it came to serious cases. They were pawns, shuffled around as extra manpower when it was convenient. A Hit Witch wasn’t just muscle... she were trained for undercover work, internal investigations, and high-stakes operations. She had a voice and Gabrielle wanted that level of authority. "You and I both know I’ve put een ze time. Ze traineng. Ze results."
Were they done with their little chit chat now? Could this man give her the clearance and let her get to work?
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