RITA !
OPEN !
❛ i have a question for you! ❜ rita’s footsteps crunched in the dry grass as she caught up to the cadet who was completing their run just a hundred metres ahead of her. ❛ do you think this new shirt i had my darling sister mail me will catch the attention of the instructors at our next assignment? i’m trying to win, you see, and i’m thinking that if i wear something flattering enough, i’m sure to gain some extra points. isn’t that what andromeda did to get her space at the table, or something? ❜ rita spoke absently, shrugging her shoulders with a brilliant nonchalance as they continued their light jog. ❛ or did psycho evans accuse that win of privilege.. i mean really, that’s a little far-fetched, don’t you think? then again, maybe beauty doesn’t have anything to do with it. madame odette is a striking beauty and she’s been cleaning our tables all week. i blame kendra for that one, if you were asking me. ❜
FRANK !
Frank had just been finishing his run for that morning when a shrill voice caught his attention. His brows furrowed in confusions as none other than Rita Skeeter appeared next to him and in true Rita Skeeter fashion began speaking incessantly. It was a little DIFFICULT for Frank to keep up with the rambling, but it appeared to be (as it usually was) about the concerns in other's lives. A topic that Frank himself wasn't personally interested in... and yet the boy was too polite to simply tell Rita to buzz off as many of his other classmates would have. " I mean.. uh... the shirt looks nice, " He stammered, " but.. uh.. I don't think that Andromeda got her invitation because of her looks. Actually... that's kind of inappropriate, innit? “
















