Beckett took in the silence with a bored glance before she stowed her wand back up her sleeve, hoping to inspire more conversation when she was a little less threatening. No one liked to see the crazy witch armed, did they?
She wasn't crazy, though. Oh no. Beckett simply thought outside of the box. She was fairly sure she didn't even know what the box looked like.
Beckett flashed a wide smile to Bowen before continuing along the discussion, planning to make her point more tasteful to some of the others.
"What's inspiring a little fear of the Muggles?" she wondered, flicking a hand as if a bug had come near her. "If they're feared, we can kill them, yes? Imprison them, hunt them, frown on the ones bred from them. And no one will hunt us. We'll be saviors. Those who hunt the monsters in the dark places and allow those in the light to be unburdened of fears. It all becomes what we want, and what we want is for this thing to happen. Surely that's not a bad plan?"
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Alex thought about it, but he couldn't come up with an argument against it. He was loathe to agree with the woman who seemed as if she had no idea where she was half the time, but...