RITA SKEETER
BASICS
name : Rita Marie Skeeter
nicknames - Rita, That One, Princess, Riri
age : 27
birthday: april 10th,
zodiac : aries sun
birthplace - york
height - 5'6
FAMILY
parents -
siblings - n/a
PERSONALITY
positive traits:Â resourceful, versatile,
negative traits:Â invasive, ignorant, manipulative
MAGIC
blood status:Â halfblood (dad is halfblood, mother is a muggle)
wand: elderwood, dragonheart string core,12Ÿ inches, surprisingly springy
boggart:Â disorganization
patronus & anamagi - vulture x & beetle
house - ravenclaw
job - editor at the prophet
affiliation:Â neutral
BIO
In a town outside of York, Rita enjoyed a pristine life of normalcy. She had a caring mother and a businessman father. When it came to her studies, her mother acted as her teacher until Rita began to resent her for the lessons, and a professional teacher was put in place. Rita hated her, too. There were secret passages in the large houseâones she enjoyed escaping to with friends when her parents hosted dinner parties for the newspaper where her father worked. She would brag about everything they owned, showing her friends printed articles saved in the attic from ages past.
At one dinner party, she hid too well and saw her father with her schoolteacher. They looked intimate together, and Rita felt frustrated when she saw her father kiss Greta. It was as if nothing had happened because Rita wasnât "there," and she went through her lessons the next day being an absolute pain toward Greta for what she had done. At dinner, Rita casually asked her father how Greta was, which ignited an argument across the table. At first, there was mischief in her eyes as she watched it happen, but then she felt sorry for everyone involved, thinking her actions had resulted in this and that perhaps she should have kept her mouth shut.
But this was far more interesting. During the argument, as tears fell down her cheeks, there was a knock at the door, followed by the house staff bringing a letter on a platter. It was addressed to her. Rita knew her friends never sent messages like this, with a formal stamp and address included. She looked up at her parents, hoping for an explanation, but saw only fear in her motherâs eyes. The letter informed her she was a witch and that she would be attending a school of magic. Rita started laughing about "trash" being in her friend's room, thinking Sarah was playing a prank on her, but her laugh was the only one that filled the room. Her father asked about the letter, and she shoved it toward him.
It was then she realized it was true. Her mother started talking, and Rita couldnât process what was being said. Even her father looked at her in shock. Apparently, her mother had attended a French magical school and wanted no further connection to that world. The room, once filled with an argument about an affair, was now consumed by this life-altering revelation. Rita didnât want to be a witch; she thought it was stupid and a joke until she actually went to school. She went through the process of trying on robes, picking wands, and choosing pets, but it never felt real.
The weirdest, stupidest hat put her in Ravenclaw, and she joined the long table of people in matching outfits. It looked so clichĂ©, but it was okay because blue had always been her colorâor so her mother told her. Maybe she was lying, as she always had been. Rita attended her classes, learning about history and spells with a sense of indifference. This wasnât for her, and she could see why her mother had lied. It was all quite dull and not as exciting as she had hoped.
When she started to fail her classes, she was brought before the Head of House for questioning. Rita wasnât as excited about getting into trouble as she thought she would be. She was told she had to improve her grades or face expulsion. Her mother had been expelled, and for once, Rita wanted to be better than herâbetter than what her mother had said of her. Because of this, she started to pay more attention and perform better on tests. She wanted to succeed simply because it made her superior to her mother.
In her fifth year, she started writing notes in class, which led to the creation of a circle of pranks and gossip. It was amusing to watch othersâ despair when their privacy was flashed before the school through a Howler or singing charms. It was amazing what one could do with magic now that she embraced it. It reminded her of the moment she watched her father become speechless upon the discovery of his affair. She still wrote to Sarah, her friend from home, and watched the owls fly away with her letters. It became fascinating after a while, the magic growing just as she had once anticipated. She had fantasized about mermaids and wizards when she was little, but she had never truly thought they were real.
After graduation and an internship, she landed a job at Witch Weekly as a fashion columnist. She loved reviewing what people wore and was even sent to France to cover a new robe collection in Paris. This was what she would have done in what they called the "Muggle world," but she was doing what she could here. Rita barely spoke to her parents, but she no longer intended to quit the wizarding world. It was treating her better than she expectedâcertainly better than it treated her mother, who had quit. And quitters were never fun.
After a couple of years, her editor told her she either needed to find a new job or stop putting personal opinions into her stories. Rita liked her voice, and so did her audience; she knew the demographics. Still, she packed her things and left. The Daily Prophet was always an option, but she hated how dull it was. During her interview, she told the editor exactly that, claiming that if she were given the opportunity, she would make the paper worth reading.
And she did just that. Within her first few articles, she inched into places no one had been before. She took the necessary steps to make something exciting instead of just covering daily departmental business. The Prophet's readership grew, and the profits followed. People took the paper more seriously because it was attentive; someone was finally watching, attending trials, and writing the truth. People cared. She was smug about that fact.
Rita was over the war once it started, thinking it killed the mood of the newspapers. People wanted to read the salacious stories she usually wrote, but The Prophet had to continue publishing relevant news, which meant death counts. It was so depressing to Rita. She hated the wars and the negative energy that pushed her stories to page three. Rita was going to help with that if she could. She would continue writing, perhaps making her stories more exciting than ever before. Her writing style was hers alone, and she intended to use the stories she was assigned as a distraction. After all, people loved a good story.
HEADCANONS:
she grew up near york by two lovely parents or so it seemed. the first gossip mill ran with her finger on the pulse about an affair in town when a woman said a business man and her had a rendezvous. rita and her friend played guessing games about it until one night at dinner, conversations turned to arguments. it was her father. the humiliation won her internal battle and she tossed his name to the news and watched it get scorned. she and her mother were happier than ever. he still doesnât know it was rita who basically pinned a kick me sign on his back
because of the split, she was spoiled by both her mom and father but she preferred it that way. there wasnât a day she didnât get what she asked for. sometimes she would even feign a pout just to convince them she was still disappointed in them. it would usually be rewarded with trips or anything from a local boutique.
during school, she was common to have a gaggle of girls around her and enjoyed teasing men, especially when they blushed in her direction. she encouraged any attention
her first job wasnât the prophet but instead somewhere else in the ministry. she came upon the prophet by accident when she sent a detailed letter about things they could do better. to her surprise, which didnât happen often, she was offered a meeting with the editor where he heard her complaints in person. he offered her a new weekly column. she supposed it was better than her current job and she would enjoy it better.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
coworkers â€ïž enemies đ besties đŻââïž ship
