Betty's morning hadn't exactly been enjoyable. It had been filled with interviews of students hoping to be recruited as a Death Eater, or those who were too soft to be one but didn't want to disappoint their family, so they wasted her time for appearances. The wine had already been put away, because at this point, drinking between interviews wasn't going to help her mood. She'd taken a hangover potion, buckled down, and tried to get through the process as painlessly as possible.
So far, the only person even remotely acceptable was Morag MacDougal. If it meant that she had only one student to train, so be it. She wasn't going to pass anyone on to Him that she didn't find fit. Especially since she was new and incredibly eager to please. He had seen this ability in her, and put her in this role. There was no bloody way she was fucking this up for herself.
She still wore her black tunic, as she opened the door, but her black glasses were perched on her nose, after a day of reading pointless essays scrutinizing the legitimacy of some of these student's claims. Besides, she liked wearing them. They didn't exactly make her look older, but they did make her look...less young.
Her eyes quickly appraised the boy in front of her, before flickering to the other that waited in the hallway. The one in front looked like a Malfoy, to be sure. She sure as hell hoped they didn't want a joint interview, because she wasn't in the mood.