Rita Skeeter

Columnist for The Daily Prophet | Nineteen | Ravenclaw Alumni Be sure to check out my column in The Daily Prophet to keep up to date with everything happening with everyone around you. “When you understand, that what you’re telling is just a story. It isn’t happening anymore. When you realize the story you’re telling is just words, when you can just crumble up and throw your past in the trashcan, then we’ll figure out who you’re going to be.”

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As much as Dorothy enjoyed her job at the Prophet, today had simply been one of those days. Between interdepartmental memos and column drafts to pending deadlines and needlessly long meetings, it had just been one thing after another. Her desk had quickly become an ever-expanding mountain of paperwork, and there was no end in sight. And for reasons that were presently unknown to her, she just couldn’t catch a break. To top it all off, she had mindlessly agreed to attend what she presumed would be a business lunch at a nearby pub over the lunch hour. Granted, Dorothy certainly enjoyed socialising just as much as the next person, perhaps even more so, but today’s schedule hadn’t afforded her such a luxury. “Alright, enough with this chit chat. What is it we are really here for?” 

[byritaskeeter]

“Nothing, I swear,” Rita said with a laugh. “I just needed a break from the office for a bit.” Rita loved her job at The Prophet with all her heart. It was everything she had always wanted and worked towards but even she needed a break from time to time. Right now she was dealing with a story she knew was true but couldn’t quite get solid proof of. To escape it all she had managed to convince Dorothy to take an early lunch with her. “I’d rather spend my lunch with you than most of the people in my department.”

[talksalotlucy]

“ Isn’t this just the cutest thing ever?” She gushed to herself picking up a cute top before seeing the bikini and running over to it. It was nice and she needed it, she turned around holding it up to the nearest person. “ What do you think?” She asked them 

[byritaskeeter]

The last person Rita had expected to bump into today was Lucinda but in hindsight she should have seen it coming. This was a shop they had loved going to together, spending many hours in here trying to pick outfits when they were younger. Still, she was quite surprised when the other girl spoke and she looked up from the rack of tops she had been looking at and shrugged. “I prefer the pink.”

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“Who knew that being a part of an all-girls Quidditch team and a cashier at a candy store was a lot of work?”

[byritaskeeter]

“Probably anyone with common sense.”

[alexander-nott]

Nott approached the counter not giving thought to the person who was already making their way there. Not a glance was taken, there was really no time to waste. 

[byritaskeeter]

Normally Rita would have been pretty annoyed at someone trying to cut in front of her but this was slightly different. Alexander was clearly in a rush and that usually meant there was a story behind his actions. “In a hurry?” she asked with a soft laugh, acting playful rather than annoyed that he had cut in front of her.

[byritaskeeter]

malachaigreengrass‌:

“It is interesting.” He smiled widely, most likely more so than most would but he couldn’t help it. It was a passion that made his face light up and his pulse quicken. “I’ve heard that I am.” He replied smirking. “Is that a serious offer? I could use a tea. Extra caffeine, and any information you think I may find helpful.”

Rita laughed, nodding once. “Yes, it was a serious offer. You helped me, let me help you. I was thinking of something more interesting that tea but each to their own.” She tilted her head slightly when he asked for information, much more interested in that sort of help. “That’s a bit vague.”

[byritaskeeter]

malachaigreengrass‌:

“I’d say so..” his hands pressed into the table a silence fell as he looked at the other wands “and defensive.” He answered frowning he could only imagine given what they were up against now. “Certain ones are just for that that align and thrive off emotion but even those need a direction. The holly wand for example excellent at defending and protecting those who feel strong anger.” He smiled a bit brighter.

“Defensive, interesting,” she muttered, trailing off as she got lost in her thoughts for a moment. If she could figure out who he was defending himself against she would have quite the story. “You are an absolute dream, Malachai Greengrass,” she said, leaning across the counter to kiss his cheek. “If there’s anything I can do to thank you just let me know.”

[byritaskeeter]

gretacatch‌:

   “Oh, I am very possibly inclined to be particularly understanding. I write as well. Just, you know– nothing like all the peeling back the layers of people kind of pieces you do.” Perhaps it was improper of her to mention that to Rita Skeeter of all people, one of the better writers of their time; as far as Greta was concerned. Her own endeavors were much less controversial. Greta merely aspired to be a food critique of sorts. “That’s really very true.” The blonde herself was on the list of those sort of people who got a little too talkative once she’d had a shot too many. “Well,” her brows furrowed as she lowered her voice a notch. “There are quite a few foreigners that stop through.” Perhaps it was just Greta reading too much into things but it’d seemed a bit odd to still have it be a frequent occurrence when the British Ministry of Magic was full of presumably well-known tensions. 

“You do?” Rita asked, instantly more interested in Greta. “What do you write?” she asked, resting her chin on her hand. If there was one thing Rita valued it was a good writer, because she knew how hard it was. It might look like an easy job but keeping people captivated and grabbing their attention wasn’t as easy as it seemed. It was probably why her and Lucinda used to be such good friends. “Odd time for a holiday,” she remarked, taking a sip of her drink as her mind started to whirl. While the wizarding areas off England had once been a popular tourist spot, the world wasn’t quite itching to come on little visits anymore. “Well, unless the current political climate suits you.”

[lilylynch]

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malady--mallory‌:

Mallory was rather surprised when Rita actually starting telling her what it was that she was going to be working on – there was no reason to be worried, Mal wasn’t the sort of person to start telling on others, so she wouldn’t be breaking the girl’s trust. “Merlin,” she whistled in shock, leaning back slightly on her chair. “That’s rough for her.”

“It is.” Rita nodded, satisfied with the reaction she had gotten from Mallory. “I mean, she’s a bitch but,” she shrugged, “she doesn’t necessarily deserve that.” But Rita wouldn’t feel the slightest bit bad about releasing the information.

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malachaigreengrass‌:

“Hmm well that was a hazel wood.” He sighed “those can be tricky if the user is not in the best mind set they highly rely on the mind set of the castor excellent with charms but if the owner cannot manage their state the wand cannot perform well and could if pushed splinter.” He shrugged his smile fading as he finished speaking it saddened him to picture it.

“So would you say the owner used it while really emotional or something like that?” Rita asked, genuine curiousity in her voice. “Hypothetically, would that be more likely with a defensive or attack spell?”

[byritaskeeter]

arthurmugglelovinweasley‌:

“Alright then.” He sighed deciding it may be a good time to sit anyway. He was debating on leaving the more rowdy it was getting but he was starving and his flat was just making him anxious and fidgety. “Who- who are you listening to?”

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“Everyone,” she answered, a sweet smile on her face as she looked over at Arthur. She doubted he would approve of what she did, so she thought it best to keep the specifics to herself. “Everyone has an interesting story to tell,” she added, picking up her drink.

[byritaskeeter]

gretacatch‌:

    “I am so sorry,” Greta was fairly caught up in their conversation until she’d suddenly realized Rita wasn’t going to get her drink if she didn’t go get it herself and put in her order for the tartlets. “I’ll be right back with your gin and elderflower tonic.” She’d offered another respectful smile before swiftly turning on her heel, unconsciously eyeing the guy Rita had pointed out previously as she made her way through the establishment. He didn’t necessarily look awful but she’d never been all that great a judge of character; giving most people the benefit of the doubt. 

A few moments would pass before Greta was carefully navigating back towards Rita with her drink, setting it down for her on a paper square. “There you are.” Giving one last look around to see if any of her other tables looked like they needed anything, Greta than finally came back around to Rita’s question. “Hey, thank you by the way– for saying what you did about me not getting into trouble on the job. I do kind of need it, for now.” Chuckling, she’d lowered her voice so that it was merely for Rita to hear. “I do happen to hear a lot around here. Get a lot of people in and out. I pick up shifts over at The Leaky Cauldron when I can too and you know that place is a revolving door of interesting people.”

“Take your time,” Rita said with a small shake of her head when Greta apologised. She wasn’t all that bothered if she had to wait a few minutes for a drink so she just smiled at the other girl as she turned to leave. She then turned back to the person she had been watching and jotted a few things down in her notebook. She rarely forgot things but it was best to having everything written down just in case she missed a detail when she was writing it up properly. 

“Thank you,” she responded when Greta returned with her drink. She stirred it with the straw before taking a sip as Greta spoke. “Of course,” she said with a nod. “I get that this isn’t exactly for everyone,” she gestured to her notepad as she spoke to show what she meant. “Mm, I’d say so. Especially in The Leaky Cauldron. Drunk people will tell anyone anything.” She knew from experience that people with a few drinks in them were a lot easier to get secrets out of. It was though they wanted to shout all of their secrets out after a few drinks, something she was sure to take advantage of. “Interesting how?” she asked.

[byritaskeeter]

ravencrouch‌:

“Huh, that’s interesting, actually.”  He listened as she ordered a mojito. Maybe, he should have started with one of those, instead of something so srong.  “I do enjoy drinking too much too, well as long as I don’t wind up getting hurt.”  He shrugged. “Women, war, jobs. You know, all the boring things.” 

“Knowing your boundaries is smart,” she nodded, when he spoke about not getting hurt. “But drinking enough to have a little extra fun is always a good thing,” she added with a smirk. “I’ll try not to be offended that you called my gender boring,” she teased, though she agreed that the other two things were boring topics. “Maybe I can help. What are women doing that has you in a bar drinking your thoughts away?”

[byritaskeeter]

gretacatch‌:

    Greta gave an appreciative nod, glad Rita was taking her up on the suggestion. “Why?” Answering a question with a question seemed hardly helpful, but the blonde was very slightly surprised that Rita would specifically not be offered help. “You’re just doing your job, right?” Sure, people might debate that Rita went a bit above and beyond but within most fields that was a trait people would praise. It was hard to not somewhat admire her tenacity. Offering a bit of a casual shrug Greta tried to offer a more definitive answer, “I am also very possibly just inclined to be helpful in general.” That was at times a bit of an understatement. The former badger had been known as a student to be a bit too selfless. A trait that she was still slowly improving upon, learning to be a bit more selfish when need be. 

“Because as a general rule people don’t like me very much,” Rita said with a small shrug, not all that bothered. She might not have hoards of friends but she had a few people she was close to, and now she had fans. She didn’t care if people still held a grudge from things she had written in school. “That’s how I see it,” she agreed with a nod. “That guy,” she gestured towards him subtly, “is awful anyway. He deserves anything I’d write about him.” She smiled kindly towards Greta, genuinely appreciative. “Well thanks, but I don’t want to be responsible if you get in trouble.” She paused for a few seconds, thinking about the other girl’s job, “I’d say you must hear all sorts working here.”

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“Whatever you say, Rita. What brings you here anyhow?”

[byritaskeeter]

“It’s a pub, I’m here to drink and relax, same as everyone else.”

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gretacatch‌:

     “Yes, of course.” Greta nodded respectfully. Though practically lighting up at the opportunity to offer a suggestion. Being a barmaid surely was not on the dream employment list, but moments like this allowed for her to find a small window of particular enjoyment. “If you would like to compliment the crisp, palate-cleansing finish of the elderflower tonic I would personally suggest a small arrangement of tartlets. Plum rose, raspberry vanilla bean, and perhaps a hibiscus strawberry curd topped with toasted meringue.” When Rita asked her why, well, Greta could not say she necessarily had a very sound reason. The establishment was fairly low key at the moment, assisting Rita seemed somewhat-harmless. Though upon giving it second thought, it was likely a terrible idea. “Good question. Pardon me for speaking up so carelessly, I shouldn’t be nosy.” 

Rita was quite surprised at Greta’s enthusiasm when she asked for a recommendation, expecting her to just say the soup of the day or something like that. “I’ll take your word for it, sounds great,” she nodded, smiling. She doubted if she would even eat it all, but if Greta’s enthusiasm was anything to go by it was probably worth trying. Rita shook her head, her brow creasing when the other girl excuse herself. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being curious. I more just meant why would you help me? It’s not a very common occurrence.” Sure, she had her sources she could always rely on but it was rare that someone just randomly offered to help her.

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malachaigreengrass‌:

“Well I know your not talking about me now.” He said a false dramatic sigh “you had to say dark hair.. and what about this person?”

“I’m afraid not, but you’re equally charming,” she replied with a laugh, smiling up at him. “I was just wondering if you could tell what spell would make a wand splinter like his did?”