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— was that frances “fancy” beauchamp verity walker passing through diagon alley? those close to them say they remind them of crisp white lace trimmed dresses and saddle shoes, misty mountain mornings, walking down dusty roads that wind through the holler, lipstick stains on a wine glass, fun house mirrors where the reflection is so skewed you can’t recognize yourself within them, the click of stilettos on a marble floor, fox like grin and cat like eyes, the desire to be someone else for a little while, case files with long black lines redacting the details, diner coffees and breakfast at 3 am, a deep rooted wanderlust, and the impression that somewhere along the way you lost the mere concept of yourself, which i suppose seems to fit that ilvermorny (thunderbird) alumnus. they’re actually pretty resourceful, perceptive, and deceitful for a twenty-six year old, but i wonder if it serves them well when working as a socialite MACUSA operative. rumor has it that the pureblood halfblood (metamorphmagus) has stayed neutral… for now. i wouldn’t have guessed… but this is a conversation we should be having somewhere else.

GENERAL

FULL NAME: V█████ ██ W█████ Frances Beauchamp NICKNAME(S): Fancy CODENAME: Thirteen AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 26, █████ ██ ████ c. 1952 GENDER: Ciswoman PRONOUNS: She/Her HOMETOWN: Charleston, South Carolina ████████, A█████████ BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood H███b████ (m█████████████) SCHOOL/HOUSE: Homeschooled I█████████ / T██████████ ALIGNMENT: Neutral

CASE FILE

MAGICAL CONGRESS OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA DEPARTMENT OF LAW ENFORCEMENT • “THE BUREAU” CONFIDENTIAL RECORDS CONCERNING BUREAU INTELLIGENCE OFFICER GS-0123 W█████, V█████ J. CODENAME “Thirteen”.

The following is a report regarding aforementioned MACUSA Intelligence Officer W█████, hereby identified in the record as “Thirteen”, assigned to Case Number FB30194-68a, “Operation United Unrest”. Debriefing for the mission occurred at 0600 hours on the 12th of November, 1978 at FORT ROUGAROU outside New Orleans, Louisiana. Following reports of suspicious activity and civil unrest in neighboring Wizarding United Kingdom on the evening of the 31st of October, 1978, “SAMHAIN”, MACUSA Law Enforcement Agency known as “The Bureau” opened case FB30194-68a to investigate the growing situation across the Atlantic. Thirteen has been dispatched as a result, to investigate and report back intel on any conflict arising in the United Kingdom, including reconnaissance on any factions involved. Along with mission debriefing, Thirteen was equipped with a MACUSA issued wireless, a case file on what is known so far, and identification papers, including Passport and Proof of Pureblood Lineage. All other debriefing documents have been disposed of.

THE COVER: Frances Beauchamp.

Aged 26, Frances Dorothea Beauchamp is the 7th daughter of Businessman (and MACUSA associate) Leland and wife Magnolia Beauchamp. Pureblood socialites, the former is the owner of the largest Moonstone depository in the continental US and the latter a former competitor in the Miss Mallowsweet USA Beauty Pageant. Both parties have been debriefed and have offered valuable information on the Beauchamp family, including any records pertaining to their pureblood lineage [ as the family is keen on genealogy ] which have been copied and doctored in order to solidify the cover. They are unaware that Thirteen is not a pureblood. Born and raised outside of Charleston, South Carolina, at the family property of Verdant Vale, so named for the oak trees choked in Spanish Moss lining the property, Frances Beauchamp, referred to as “Fancy” by her family and closest associates, is the youngest of 7 daughters born to the Moonstone Tycoon and his former Beauty Queen wife. Like the other 6, Fancy was homeschooled instead of sent away to Ilvermorny School (or the “liberal Yankee academy” as we have advised Thirteen to express on occasion in the correct deflection as her “father” would). Teachers included some of the best scholars in the US, but Fancy is not particularly gifted in spell casting as a result (much to the chagrin of Thirteen). She’s the youngest, and therefore most spoiled and beloved member of the family. She refers to father Leland, like all the women in the Beauchamp family, as “Big Daddy” and is his undisputed favorite. Fancy has never left South Carolina, except for maybe once to New York City. She’s spent the last month and a half vacationing in Europe, preceding the trip to London with quick stops in Spain, Italy, France, and Germany. She will have a prolonged stay in the UK as she attempts to mingle with pureblood society, clearly in search of a pure and wealthy husband to appease her equally influential father.

THE MISSION: Thirteen’s task is to infiltrate London’s Pureblood High Society. Intel recovered from field agents have revealed a penchant for blood purity and traditionalist values which we believe may be connected with the terrorist group at the center of the conflict arising in the UK. Likewise it seems a resurgence group has organized and is attempting to foil these plans. While Thirteen is to investigate these leads, her main goal is to associate with the former group and provide intel on what she can discern about their plans. Specifically, Thirteen is to discover any intentions for a westward expansion of their operation. With the 1980 election year incoming, The Bureau thinks it’s imperative that any plans of bringing the conflict to the west be terminated before they begin.

DEBRIEFING NOTES: As senior officer and her handler, MACUSA Intelligence Officer GS-0123 Agent Six has conducted the debriefing with Thirteen. Here are his notes

• Thirteen was recovered on the 10th of November, 1978 from a mission in Croatia and taken back by Portkey to Fort Rougarou in Louisiana in order to be debriefed on new mission assignment. Agent seems hesitant to return to work after having a plentiful 48 hour cooldown window after the last mission.

• Agent is displeased with the cover story, especially needing to “dumb down” her casting abilities. She seems to think being a more able caster will better her chances at infiltration. We’ve informed her that her duty isn’t to become a member of the subject’s ranks but instead to become associated. Feedback received; “That’s boring.”

• Thirteen has been more concerned with cutting time off her Sentence than the details of her cover and mission. At the question of “whether or not time has been reduced from her sentence” we have informed Thirteen that an additional 3 to 5 years are being considered following a report that she impersonated a Hotel Employee on her recent mission in order to access a safe with guest valuables. While her attempts to steal were not successful, The Bureau is reviewing the situation and how it will affect the deal made with MACUSA on the pending criminal charges against Thirteen and her associates, the W█████ family. Agent has been informed that she will have a partner on the new mission for this reason. She was very displeased by this fact.

• Thirteen has been debriefed on new regulations regarding the misuse of extraordinary abilities by any intelligence officers. Namely, the reconstructed regulations on metamorphmagus abilities after the incident at the hotel in Croatia. Several hours of the debriefing was dedicated to crafting the image for the cover, and stressing that Thirteen is to only use her abilities within the frame of the mission. Any misuse will result in additional years added to sentencing, depending on the severity of the misuse.

• Agent was given instructions to access Safe House 034 in the Scottish Highlands, and a Wireless auto-tuned to MACUSA frequencies. Thirteen will receive important communication over the wireless at the same time every day, and is to report to Safe House 034 on Thursdays, local time 2300 hours to meet with field agents for weekly check ins, debriefings, and interviews, unless any event pertaining to the mission interferes with the check in.

• Thirteen has been given itinerary for a stay at a pub and inn called The Leaky Cauldron under her Bureau assigned alias. She’s to stay there the first week and a half of her stay in London while the “penthouse apartment” is under final walkthroughs and construction. Leaky Cauldron is an epicenter of wixen activity, Thirteen is to spend as much time as possible in the common areas to get primary intel on the sociopolitical situation and to gather facts on the members of society through conversation with the locals.

FIELD NOTES: Thirteen has been provided with files and notes kept by field agents who were involved in the early investigations. Some of their findings include photographs of the symbol that appeared over the sky in Hogsmeade on the evening of Samhain, clippings from local newspapers The Daily Prophet and The Quibbler reporting on the incident, various flyers found in Diagon Alley and a corresponding journal page of numbers lifted off particular flyers (perhaps a code, yet to be deciphered), and most recently an invitation to an event at St. Mungo’s Hospital as well as a report of the ruckus at the end of the night, as observed by an inside source. Thirteen is to study this information prior to landing in London and is expected to use the notes to her advantage.

Date of Departure is set for November 28th, to arrive same day via Trans Atlantic Porkey traveling to the Safe House 034 in Upper Hogsfield, to then spend approximately three nights at The Hogs Head Inn, a pub if disreputable reputation in neighboring Hogsmeade, KEEPING A LOW PROFILE, until Thirteen is set to arrive, undercover as Ms. Beauchamp, in London at The Leaky Cauldron on December 1st, 1978, at approximately 0930 hours.

This record, and all files associated with case FB30194-68a will shortly be destroyed and stricken from all MACUSA databases, as is The Bureau way.

CLOSED.

BIOGRAPHY

Born on a stormy evening somewhere in the Appalachian Mountains, Verity Jo Walker was the last born into a family of witches who would do whatever it took to survive. A mistake that serves as the consequence for when things with a No-Maj mark had gone a bit too far for con artist Serenity Walker, the family had initially no expectations of this new member. A baby was useless to the women until it had the intelligence to take part in their schemes, and so Verity had shown little promise to them as an infant. That was until they noticed something off about the baby. While most wixen children didn’t show signs of magic until closer to puberty, there was instantly something different about baby Verity. It was aunt Chastity who had noticed it, when she was only a few months old. The shift in eye color when the baby looked at very specific things, taking in the rainbow world around her. And as she grew, the ability manifested in more ways. Metamorphmagus. The Walker women had been blessed with a metamorphmagus, a fact which suddenly changed their outlook on the additional mouth to feed. Suddenly, baby Verity had seemed less a burden and more an opportunity.

An opportunity to up their game.

It had been several years before Verity would be dragged into the life that her mother Serenity, and her aunts Charity and Chastity had been involved in. Ironic, given the meanings of their names, but the Walker women had lead a life of crime, with rap sheets decorated with colorful charges. Theft, fraud, trespassing, you name it and they probably committed it. Even worse were the rumors that followed them from town to town as they moved all along the holler. Appalachia was full of haints and cryptids, but it created a whole other problem when the townsfolk were rightly labeling you witches. Laws prohibiting exposure of the wixen community to the no-maj had not stopped the Walker women from using their magic to exploit lonely, lovesick men, but the second a mark was sucked dry, or the rumors got too strong, the women packed up as many of their belongings into their Dodge Charger and beat up Chevy and were back on the road, following along the mountains to the next sorry town and Tom, Will or Billy to con out of his life savings. And curled up in the backseat was Verity and the only person in the world who truly looked after her: Her elder sister, Amity.

Despite the way the Walker sisters were raised, they did have a charming and happy childhood, made so mostly by themselves. While the Walker women were busy on whatever project they’d set themselves to, it ultimately was up to Amity and Verity to entertain themselves and care for each other. So they played out in the woods, in places most would warn you from wandering. Being magical perhaps made them emboldened, but Amity’s knowledge and love of magical creatures also made the world seem a little less scary. Verity would follow after her sister, learning all about the mystical beasts that called the foothills their home, as well as about vegetation and how to garden. She didn’t take after these as well as Amity, but still enjoyed their day to day adventures in the garden and beyond. She had been mostly isolated, her mother concerned with anyone discovering the metamorphmagus abilities she possessed, ones that sometimes presented themselves similarly to a mood ring. Her natural dark hair sometimes suited Verity best when she was moody, a flaming red when she felt angry, and some more unnatural colors as other emotions persisted. It would bring up too many questions if anyone bore witness to her quick changing tresses. Sequestered in their mountain home, wherever they went, it was easy to keep their prized chameleon out of the public eye. That was until she could be useful.

Verity’s life of crime didn’t start until her elder sister Amity had started attending school. At first she had a very simple job — they taught the much too young girl how to drive and required her to be a getaway driver if the situation arose. As she grew into adolescence and her abilities became more controlled, Verity was soon using her abilities to morph into whoever was needed for a job. Masquerading as the local general shop’s manager to take some cash from the register, or as a teller to get access to a cash drawer at the bank. Whatever they needed — a promise that got scarier the closer she’d gotten to adulthood. Such fears were stifled when, just like her sister, Verity was to attend Ilvermorny. Sorted into Thunderbird, ( something she would not understand until she was an adult ) the girl had mostly stuck to the fringes of high school society. When asked, most students couldn’t place a Verity Walker among their classmates. She was plain, unassuming, not even remotely memorable. What they didn’t know is how much by design that was. Verity was always honing her abilities, making sure to be lost in a sea of faces. A chameleon, blending into her surroundings until she practically disappeared. But she never did — she was always there, and always listening.

With a penchant for overhearing things and seeing more than she should, Verity knew practically everyone and their business. She knew which students were cheating on their exams, which jocks were two timing their bobby soxer girlfriends, and which professors were canoodling in private in the teacher’s lounge. She had a knack for blending in so well she could spy on anyone, and had for a couple years used this to her advantage by anonymously publishing a gossip rag all about the goings on. She enjoyed the chaos of it, and it had created for a lot of fun while away from home. At Ilvermorny there was no Amity to spend lazy afternoons with, or her mother and aunts to drag her off on their illegal afterschool activities. She had to make her own entertainment while remaining somewhat isolated from her peers. Outside of this, she wasn’t a particularly remarkable student. Her grades had been average, though not for lack of skill. She was gifted in particular casting, but didn’t seem to care much about her education to apply herself. And much too clumsy for sports, the only thing Verity seemed to be remotely passionate about had been Wizard’s Chess, being particularly good at strategizing on a chess board.

With such an unremarkable academic career, it’s of little surprise that her MACUSA recruitment was not a result of cherry-picking among Ilvermorny graduates with high marks. In fact, it was less about her skills and more about escaping a life locked behind bars. It was only a matter of time before the Walker women’s clandestine activities caught up with them, after all. So shortly after graduation, and a barely legal Verity was using her abilities to disguise herself while working a mark. Her mother and the aunts had aged and were starting to wither, which meant having a doe eyed young woman to take on the conning was a good change of pace. How else are we to live, Serenity had said, if you don’t step up and do your part for the family? Verity had always been a little impressionable where her mother had been concerned. She would do anything Serenity Walker asked of her, including seducing no-maj men so they could trick them into signing over all their money to them. It was simple, she’d watched her mother and aunts do it her whole life. And the first couple jobs were simple, easy, small things to initiate her. It wasn’t until a bigger job, one that included defrauding a man of higher prestige than their usual marks, that things got dicey. It all came back to those pesky rumors, and if there was one thing that MACUSA didn’t like, it was the threat of exposure. The Walker women had been so arrogant to believe nobody was on their trail, but it turned out MACUSA Law Enforcement had been keeping tabs on them. It just wasn’t until a metamorphmagus entered the situation that they finally intervened.

Caught and apprehended, facing charges including Fraud, Theft, and now Exposure, it seemed like life as she knew it was over for Verity. That had been until she was escorted out of the holding cell at the MACUSA correctional facility they were jailed in, and taken into a small interrogation room. Expecting to see another run of the mill MACUSA Law Enforcement officer, Verity was instead met with a strange but handsome man in an inky black suit. When he greeted her, he only identified himself as “Six”, and revealed only this of his identity: I am Agent Six, an Intelligence Officer of the MACUSA Intelligence Agency known simply as “The Bureau”. Six had come to the facility with one goal in mind: recruitment. News of a metamorphmagus being detained had made it to high places, and high ranking officials in the MACUSA were willing to work a deal with her should she be agreeable. Facing a 20 or more year sentencing for the crimes committed, Six presented an alternative: The Walker women would be free to walk, return home… but only if, in exchange, Verity come with him and joined the ranks of Bureau Operatives. At first an offer which seemed a little too good to be true, until Verity realized she was swapping one sentence for another. Instead of 20 years rotting in jail, she would instead spend 20 years as property of MACUSA, with her identity wiped from existence and playing whatever undercover role they needed of her until she’d worked off her family’s crimes. If it weren’t for how desperate the situation was, or how guilty she felt for giving herself away, Verity would have fought it.

Two days later the Walker women returned home, sans one member of the family.

Verity Jo Walker ceased to exist after that day. Any record of her was wiped, any paper trail that could lead even the most keen investigator after her dismantled. Verity became a member of the elusive Bureau Team, dubbed “Thirteen” by her superiors and called this at every turn. Only a few members of MACUSA’s Law Enforcement offices know her real name, let alone her real face. As a metamorphmagus her job has been relatively simple — alter her appearance however it’s needed and then be shipped off to some destination to perform a mission on behalf of MACUSA and the government’s best interests. For a girl who was once sequestered to the mountains, this came with a sort of charm. For the first time in her life, Verity was experiencing the world far beyond the mountains she called home. Constantly jetsetting off to foreign shores chasing new leads and missions, and experiencing all the world had to offer. Like she always dreamed she would someday do. But there was a loneliness to what she did; the fact very few knew her actual name and referred to her as a number.

And then there was her family, who didn’t know where she was or what she was doing. Her mother and aunts only knew that she made a deal to earn them their innocence and get them released, and that she would not be coming home with them. Amity knew even less, being grown and with a budding career as a Magizoologist and therefore not close to the family at the time. Amity wouldn’t get to know what happened to Verity, and maybe it was for the better. She had been too good, too feeling. If she knew what Verity was really up to, all the dangerous situations MACUSA sent her off on, then she wouldn’t let her go and it would only compromise the situation further. Verity couldn’t have that, not when she was too busy working off their family’s sentences so they can be free. It was the least she could do, and besides — for once it seemed like maybe she was good for something other than being an accessory to crime.

Now fully initiated into her role as a MACUSA Operative, Verity Walker has found herself on her most daring mission yet: undercover as a pureblood socialite from North Carolina vacationing in London for the holidays in an attempt to find a wealthy pureblood husband. In reality Verity has one job, to infiltrate Wizarding London’s society and find a way to connect with the secret faction that is threatening the wixen community across the Atlantic. As news of Death Eater activity has made itself known to authorities in MACUSA, they’ve sent an operative or two out to keep tabs on the growing situation in order to keep them appraised of the goings on, and so Verity finds herself know with the alias Frances Beauchamp. She’s to mingle, make friends, and somehow associate herself with the Death Eaters — not to stop them, but merely to gather intel and ensure that the situation stays contained in the UK and doesn’t leak back to the states ahead of an important election year. Seems simple enough, except that she doesn’t realize a certain ghost from her civilian past has also rooted in the UK, and could cross paths with her at any second. As desperate as she is to reunite with her sister, Verity can’t until the work is done. And as things continue brewing in the streets of Wizarding London’s society, she’s beginning to think the work will never be done.

MISC

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Desperately Seeking a Husband FAMILY: Leland “Big Daddy” Beauchamp (father), Magnolia Beauchamp (mother), 6 Elder Sisters, S███████ W█████ (mother), C██████ W█████ (aunt), C███████ W█████ (aunt), A████ W█████ (sister, elder) FACE CLAIM: Anya Taylor-Joy HEIGHT: 5’8” OCCUPATION: Socialite M█████ O████████ WAND: 9 1/2” Maple wood, Jackalope Antler core, nice and supple flexibility PATRONUS: TBD BOGGART: ████████ LANGUAGES: English, PINTEREST: (x) ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: ████████

ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS

amity walker - o sister where art thou

pauline taylor - good cop to my bad cop

BONUS

#&& about. verity #I don’t LOVE this #but I needed to get smth out there #enjoy this weird change of format

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