rita skeeter

&& my hopes, they are high, i must keep them small.   though i try to resist i still want it all  

[oldritaskcctcr-blog]

fnnigcn:

                  he continued to paint, pretending to be disinterested despite holding on to each and every word. he listened with as much attention as she gave him, his hand taking control of the art as he remained mentally occupied. so when she asked why he wasn’t listening, he couldn’t help but drop his head.

                                   ‘  if we’re gonna talk about what we’re not supposed to do  …  ’    he put the bottle down again, spinning on his broom to face her.  ‘  bad shit happens here all the time, margaret. god knows i know that. an’ yeah  …  i get that i’m s’pose to believe you, ‘cause, i dunno, we got that unspoken bond or whatever. but people lie.  ’  he wasn’t angry when he spoke. the words slipped from his lips with the same kindness he originally intended, no malice meant for the girl before him. he was simply explaining. ‘  for instance  …   ’ 

          he let the rest of his sentence linger in the air as he stared at her, the boy leaning forward on his broom once again to mirror the way he greeted her. adie was never one to keep what he was thinking to himself, save for the obvious internal issues. he spoke the honest truth almost as if he didn’t have a choice, hurting feelings left and right with the unfortunate gift of guilt to linger overhead. THIS he had kept to himself though. 

                         ‘  i like you. ’

                  ‘  an’ we’re not talkin’ that  ol’ buddy, ol’ pal type’a bullshit. no we’re talkin’  …  doodlin’ in my fuckin’ notebook, heart skippin’ a beat when ya smile type’a bullshit.  ’   he let out a laugh, the smile he wore both soft and genuine.  ‘   so really  …  what’s this bad thing that’s gonna happen  ?   ‘cause you an’ i have been spittin’ in the face of conventionalism since the day we met.  ’

                 eyes widening as he spoke, her heart was thrumming to a degree that had even her head pounding. distress lining her expression at words that were not unkind, but stern. how rare, to see him so serious. and after all it’s thrumming and pounding, her heart crawled it’s way to her throat & lodged itself there. so she swallowed thickly as he shifted closer. curious what lie she had invented that would serve as an example only to hear ...

          i like you. 

                      ----&&.   she released the breath she’d been holding in a low shaky exhale. pulling her own broom forward to meet him as she searched his expression warily, hands reaching for him to drag him and the broom closer as he explained an all too familiar feeling.

         her features melted into a bright smile, and if she were any happier she might have glowed, a warm fire burning beneath the shell of her skin. surely he could see it too. but she could also try returning the favor and tell him. her mouth falling open in a breathless laugh.  ‘ .... i knew it. ‘  ever the liar. but only teasing, even now. her clear relief screamed quite the opposite. she was shocked, overwhelmed, desperate to pull him closer and never let go. she pressed her temple against his, hands clutching him like a life raft and eyelids fluttering and dusting her lashes against the peak of his cheek as feelings dressed up as words passed her lips, hoarse and shuddering.   ‘ i like you too. ‘   she admitted, fingers reaching to brush over the softness of his cheek, thumb catching his bottom lip. it wasn’t the perfect word to describe the feeling, but it was close and for the moment. more than enough to process.  ‘ in a heart stopping, falling, ... honest type of way. ‘ blinking, she met his eye. heart swelling uncomfortably yet lingering in the finer moment anyway. before closing the distance and pressing her lips against the corner of his mouth. brief, soft, and earnest.

            not fully pulling away, she took a deep, steadying breath before continuing,  ‘ and now the bad news. oh adie. adie. i actually .... stumbled into something. ’ and while there was a hint of awe to this statement, it lacked any joy of discovery.  pulling away slightly so she could reach for his left hand. she ducked her head to dust a soft kiss over his palm, her features contorting painfully. it was a strange feeling-- not knowing how to deliver bad news. starting slow, she seemed to gain momentum as the truth weaseled its way to the surface  ‘ he goes here. the one who-- .... mulciber. he’s the one that broke your hand. “ her grip tightening, she entwined her fingers in his as if she could shield him away from even residual or yet to come pain. 

                 ‘  && oh gods ... he threatened to do it again if i don’t ... act right. like how i used to be. he’s so-- he plays these games, and i could never beat him at chess.  ’  she moaned in an incoherent way, frustration shaking her head, and she buried her nose into the crook of his neck. fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie and a stream of inarticulate conscious arose muffled by the thick material. a comforting place to pull her thoughts together.   ‘ but i don’t even know what that means anymore. how i used to be?? the only difference i can see is how HAPPY i am all the time. when i’m with you. because of you. ---and i want to tell everyone. anyone, but there’s no  proof and no one would ever believe me.  ’  and her words cracked, garbled and watery. cheeks staining the darkness of his hoodie with a layer of wetness as the truth stumbled from her choked lips,  ‘ which i-- i did that. it’s my fault. but i’m so scared, finn. .... i can’t fuck  this  one up,  ---i don’t want to be the reason you can’t paint anymore. not a chance  ‘

[oldritaskcctcr-blog]

fnnigcn:

                       he felt disoriented. not once did he ever doubt the fact that he wanted to go with her       certainly a jump from the boy who was practically dragged to the last dance by his ironically worn suspenders. but he never questioned her answer either. he just assumed she would feel the same way, certainly giving him a yes without a second thought. so why was he floating there, brows furrowed in confusion because she’d basically said no. 

          his voice was caught in his throat, eyes wide as he looked elsewhere. adie never pulled his hand from her though, keeping it there and reveling in her touch now that he craved it more than he had a few seconds ago. 

                      perhaps they weren’t on the same page. and maybe the things he felt during their time together were unrequited. a misinterpretation on his end. AND MAYBE the fact that he kept holding onto her hand was a clue that he wanted her more than she wanted him. 

         but still he didn’t let go. 

                     ‘  sorry, i don’t … i don’t think i understand.  ’  he shook his head, finally getting the courage to look back at her. if adie and rita were anything with each other, it was honest       a hypocritical thought for a boy who never admitted his problems to her. he had been afraid. a fear had in vain, obviously. dropping his look of confusion, his expression soon formed into something casual and nonchalant.   ‘  y’know how many people are goin’ with their mates  ?   s’not like people don’t know we’re friends.  ’

         he suddenly felt annoyed by his own words, groaning to himself as he turned around and set the can on the floating display.   ‘  yeah ‘cause i wanted to go with ya as a friend.  ’  he mumbled to himself, the sarcasm evident as he shut his eyes. ‘ so what’s the problem, huh  ?  lookin’ for a return on a purchase ya haven’t made yet  ?  ‘cause i can save ya the trouble. we won’t go together. s’fine.  ’

                       finally letting go of her hand, he grabbed a different color and floated back to get another look. at least with his art, he always knew what was coming next. 

he wasn’t looking at her anymore                    it was a lonely feeling that rose in her chest and her lips parted in a shuddering breath. the horribly complicated explanation at the tip of her tongue, only for it to be struck irrelevant by his next words.                                   ' you just meant ... as mates. ‘        it wasn’t a question. in fact, it made FAR more sense than anything she’d been imagining.                     still. although her eyes stung and her chest ached, her resolve did not slip,                                                           even as he pulled his hand away to finish his painting

and hopefully, a million more in the future                            surely.   an easy exchange for one silly dance                     ‘ ... no. it’s not fine. because it’s not like that. ‘         her gaze roaming over the center of his back before falling to her wringing, white-knuckled, empty  hands. 

i want to                  but why should he believe such a thing from the girl who usually took what she wanted                      and where did she even begin to explain? did she need to, if it really was such a casual thing?      she suddenly reached up to brush at her damp cheek with an impatient swipe. awash with a surge of frustration                ' why aren’t you listening?  when i say can’t ... i mean it.                                           something ... really bad might happen. no, it would happen. ‘ and while she was firm, there was a rare inflection of fear behind these words. fingers curling over her broom handle and stomach wrenching.  ‘  you’re supposed to believe me. ‘

[oldritaskcctcr-blog]

fnnigcn:

“ don’t act so surprised. ”                      he shot her a sly smile,                                      mixed in with something akin to adoration          as he took shook the can in his hand.                       “ s’not like i don’t give in t’ whatever ya want. ”                                                              it was a truth he rarely addressed before that moment. the first being their initial conversation, the second being how he told her anything and everything about himself without so much as a second guess, and the third being that very moment. that’s not to say that it was a CHORE      giving in to what she wanted. if anything, it made him happy, all the more willing to go along with whatever she chose. 

“ well yeah, i mean … that’s the plan. ”                                 he flew back a few inches, his eyes searching the canvas as if waiting for something to pop out. adie remained silent for a short period, his expression hazy until suddenly jolting back with a look of realization. shuffling forward, he began spraying a section of the wall.                       “ it’s valentine’s day so i figure a little romance might be fun.                                            shockin’, i know      but ya gotta keep people on their feet. ”

    “ is there anymore to tell ? ”                         he paused,         holding the can still as he turned to offer her a look.                                                      he had not told her everything ?                          was there more to say ?    probably. he always found more to talk about.  

a groan fell from his lips as he started to smile,                           leaning back and looking at the sky in mock annoyance as he tried to find the right way to explain. “ shit, i dunno. one minute i was this … weird ass fuckin’ kid who ran into walls and burned shit an’ then next thing ya know i was drawin’ a circle. ” he shrugged, looking down for a moment as his expression relaxed. 

                                             “ it’s kinda like you in a way.                                  or … what we got.                        i felt out of place an’ lonely an’ … suddenly i had something. a breath of fresh air … an’ i’ve been breathin’ ever since. ”                                         he wore a gentle smile for a brief moment,           a chuckle soon falling free as he returned to his previously nonchalant positioning.     “ hey ya wanna go to the ball with me ? ”

her chest hollowing, heart rising to her throat                     mesmerized by his look. which,                                    no one looked at her the way adie did.         and how many more moments would she let slip by without                     telling him what it meant to her??                                                            her own features lined with something soft

so different from her usual sharp angles and pointed grins                                and rather than study the wall along with him, her eyes fell on him                     " who could resist a good twist? “                                           agreeing under her breath, words she’d repeated over a dozen times

    ---what we got.                         she mused, gaze distant, a smile threatening at the grammar                                    and yet there was a distinct absence to her thoughts. secretly terrified of drawing the wrong conclusion from such a thing. but knowing what she hoped it meant.                                                     " you mean ... easy? “   but  the moment she said it, it felt wrong.                       if anything, things had been much easier before knowing adie. at least then she’d been content. full of blissful ignorance. now, at any given moment she was brimming with an almost painful excitement, bombarded by the feeling of falling with that gut sinking lurch. breathless. it was frightening.     ---perhaps the easy feeling came from the desire to barrel ahead anyways. calm and comforted not because things had changed, but because there was a ‘we’. an ‘us’. everything else paled in comparison.

she reached to tug her braid over her shoulder nervously                            && she paused                                                too long                       features skittering with a blind sort of panic. unfamiliar uncertainty.       because she wanted to say ‘yes’. desperately so. it clawed at her throat and her head throbbed beneath the building tension of hesitation.                                       " finn .... “         grip tightening over the broom’s handle, how unnatural to fight against the thing you wanted. foreign and unlike her at all. but would she have said ‘yes’ months and months ago? maybe mulciber was right. she could see it. when the opportunity for pure selfishness arrived. simply take without regard for what adie might want, his dreams, even his health. and yet here she was, struggling. she flew forward, hands catching his. the left, whole and healed and poised to finish a painting.                      “ i want to  ” and as sincere as she was, it wasn’t exactly a ‘yes’. in the end, an easy choice, disguising itself as difficult.  her eyes flitting to their surroundings, looking for something, through her blurring vision. her words a hoarse whisper, clearly fearful that even here, a hundred feet up, she might be overheard.   “ but--   we can’t.  ... i can’t. ”

[oldritaskcctcr-blog]

afortescute:

alice tugged at her dress nervously, helplessly trying to occupy herself with anything to get her mind off of the evening’s event. she’d been looking forward to the valentine’s day ball for weeks now and it was sadly not going as she’d expected. with a soft sigh, the brunette wandered off towards the refreshments table, pouring herself a drink and scanning the crowd for a friendly face. 

        and rita’s appearance wasn’t so much friendly, as vindictively curious, she was, after all, very invested in a certain ‘happily ever after‘. appearing beside the brunette to pluck the fresh drink from the girl’s hand with a bright smile. “ having a nice time, alice? “  

[oldritaskcctcr-blog]

frnklongbottm:

                  frank grinned at the familiar face that glanced his way,           raising his glass as though in toast.                                                                          ❝ pretty good night, eh ?? ❞

                 stalking towards the gryffindor and blatantly shoving aside         frank’s intended company, rita’s eye were sharp, smile pointed  ' well hello to you too, sweets. .. i can’t help but notice a certain someone 

                                                            is missing from your arm.      still dragging those feet, hm? ‘

[chandelyer-deactivated20241003]

Elie Saab fall 2016 couture

[firelorcl]

i scare people lots because i walk very softly and they don’t hear me enter rooms so when they turn around i’m just kind of there and their fear fuels me

[wildfairy]

so, you don’t know what to do with a girl with thorns. with intentions of her own. with a love so big for herself that it leaves you in the shadows.

Angelea Lowes, excerpt from hopeless fountain kingdom dictionary (via wildfairy)

[oldritaskcctcr-blog]

fnnigcn:

he remained silent through all of her guesses,              a smile laced with adoration painted across his face                                             as he continued to float above a mess of supplies,                                                                         all charmed to remain in place for his project. 

                                         “ well that’s good. seein’ as i could use the practice. ”          he was an awful flier.                     pretty much an awful wizard if he was keeping score. 

                                                        he watched the blonde with a spark in his eye, a look of comfort visible as he lingered in place for a stretched out second. adie liked to take note of certain moments, remembering all too well that the good things never lasted; especially when he was involved.                                                                             “ we’re not racing, ”       he finally admitted. with that, he nodded for her to join him as he quickly shot downward a few feet. before him sat the beginnings of a new painting, bits and pieces of a picture swirling about as if looking for its remaining parts; lonely and waiting patiently for the artist to finish what he started. 

                       “ last time we tried this,                                             i wasn’t able to finish. ”

                                   “ i know i said i never wanted ya to see me paintin’ it, but            … i dunno, i thought ye could keep me company.                         tell me some jokes.                                             keep me up on the eh       411 an shit. ”     he picked up a can of paint, turning to face her with a gentle expression visible above his casual exterior. “ the hood is to hide yer face. in case we’re caught, we could still get away. just a couple’a bandits. ”

bouncing on the balls of her feet             her heart thrumming against her chest                                           at the sight of his sweet smile, bending                                                                      to catch a better view of the makeshift canvas

                                                                                                 “ i-- you want me to     see? “                                           and her smile was lost, eyes widened and stunned                              her movements to mount the broom panicked                  as if he might change his mind at any moment

        her features sparked with excitement, a touch of disbelief as she watched him fly towards his supplies. there was not a thing she could think of wanting more, imagining until this moment that she wouldn’t get the chance                and she followed, tossing the hood over her features with a hasty swipe

                      “ this whole thing, here? “ gesturing to the side of the astronomy tower                                         her words a frenzied mess of excitement.  “ what is it going to be? ” 

                                   bumping his shoulder as her broom swooped to his side           trying to piece together the sparsed image                       as her vision dashed over what he’d already started                                           and there was no question she was delighted              the hovering of her broom erratic with her attention so divided. buzzing with energy                              she still managed to register his warm invitation                                               && she choked on the answer,  “ i can do that. i can be the best audience--               ... but i don’t want to talk about everyone else. “                                            she admitted, softening as she turned to him eagerly                                                                       " tell me more about you. “ her words aching with insistence as she reached to tug at the hem of his hood. if just to see him better           " when did you decide you wanted to be an artist?                      how did you even ... think of this? it’s so--  “  grand? exciting? beautiful.

                                        her da’ would be disappointed in such a broad line of questioning            but this wasn’t some exclusive interview, concise and rehearsed                                     and while those had once brought their own sort of joy                                                             at this moment they seemed to pale in comparison, vision swimming with a clear sort of pleasure in his company.  “ as i’m now your accomplice, you  have  to tell me. “

[oldritaskcctcr-blog]

maxinebouchet:

“you’ve got me there, it’s definitely pretty damn convincing.” max laughed softly, clearly pleased with the blonde’s dismissal of her jabs. it was nice to interact with someone that wasn’t too sensitive. “not entirely curious, just exceedingly bored. i definitely don’t care, what’s the most riveting exposé you’ve got, a cheap fling in a broom closet? not exactly the kind of hard hitting journalism that catches my particular interest.”

“  bored? shush now, you’ll tarnish the fascinating lifestyle of rockstars everywhere,  ”   raising her brow with an air of authority, she shifted in her seat to eye the brunette with a scrutinizing glance.   “  and yet you’re familiar with my work anyway. it’s flattering, really. i can live with being a “guilty pleasure”.  ”  

[oldritaskcctcr-blog]

fnnigcn:

as promised,     he had started without her,              no doubt out of sight for the blonde as she finally reached the top of the stairs.                                                             the boy smiled to himself,                          his hand steady as he casually pushed back from the side of the astronomy tower,  his feet dangling on either side of the broom as he slowly floated up into view.                                             HE LOOKED COCKY,            his smile based entirely on amusement as he lounged casually on the fancy stick.                       his elbows rested on the edge and,   in turn,                                                                         his chin rested on his hand. 

  “ born a day late, rita.                     seems ya been that way ever since. ”

                           “ now c’mon,  grab a broom.                      an’ i brought one’a my sweatshirts for ya.                                                           put it on … s’got a nice hood.                                                                                               it’ll cover yer face. ”

a laugh caught in her throat at his grand entrance             cheeks flushing and her gaze warm,                                               " better late than never. “                         she concluded, and if she were any happier she might’ve physically glowed stride light as she dashed closer, throwing herself against the rail with overwhelming enthusiasm                        as if resentful of any space seperating them                        " we’re actually flying? “                      bolstered by even the suggestion of heart racing activity                                  she dragged her gaze away from his features, scouring the rail for his folded sweatshirt. wind kicking and biting at her chilled skin and leaving her grateful when she spotted the promised dark fabric.

                                 crinkling her nose curiously, her attention turned to donning his jacket                   eyelids heavy as the familiar smell of earthy charcoal and biting alcohol surrounded her. she lingered longer than she should’ve, long limbs nestling into comfortable warmth

                          “ where are we going? “         she asked, her voice muffled through the fabric as her chin pulled through the shirt’s collar, followed by tumbling hair.  she skipped closer. her knuckles white as she leaned over the edge beside him. appearing fascinated with his precarious shelf. she studied him through her lashes, still intoxicated by the faintest smell of paint, her fingers quickly reached up to twirl long strands into a hasty braid. “ why don’t i just sit with you, then? ”                 “ ...  wait. --is this a rematch? “  her gaze burning with curiosity as she suddenly brightened, snatching up the propped spare broom              “ couldn’t beat me on foot so you thought the ol’ broom would give you an advantage? “ words ticking with their usual challenge as she climbed the tower’s railing, one steadying hand clinging to a great stone pillar and the other clutching the broom’s handle. she glanced down to meet his eye, chin tilting boldly,  “  well i’ll have you know i am an excellent flier, finnigan. “  decent, would be more accurate. but than she wasn’t known for her accuracy.

[oldritaskcctcr-blog]

daisyhcckm:

        ❝ no, i KNOW i didn’t audition, i just thought it would be interesting to read.                               i’m a bit of a sucker for knowing what i’m getting into. ❞               shuffling over as rita collapsed next to her, daisy shut the book and looked back at the blonde with a furrowed brow.                            ❝ i’m not going to spoil it, i was just commenting. perhaps we can have this discussion after you’ve seen it. (…) you are going to see it, right ??❞

       ❝ it’s a muscial, not a commited relationship, hookum. ❞ punctuating her annoyance with an eyeroll, rita settled into the couch. her next answer too quick, too sharp.   ❝ of course i’m going to see it.  ❞  and her cheeks brightened, a smug smile tugging her lips as some hidden amusement struck her. although after a pause, she seemed to think better of her response. turning her annoyance on the red head with renewed energy                             ❝  . . . i have to give a proper review of everyone’s performance, don’t i? ❞

[oldritaskcctcr-blog]

Queen of the Quill’s Gossip Update

Dearest Readers,

The season of love has snuck up on the castle once again, it’s a busy time of year for any gossip columnist worth her salt. And everyone else apparently, as evidenced by the many distracting activities our  forward-thinking Headmaster has lined up for the kiddies. A tactic that is beginning to play out like a skipping record for anyone still paying attention. But perhaps he needs the win with the unprecedented number of students that have failed to return to finish out the year and a staff no closer to solving the recent attack within school grounds. 

At this point, it surprises no one when Dumbledore continues to demonstrate his incompetence in dealing with the escalating situation at Hogwarts, and it’s this journalist’s opinion that he should be removed from his position. Or at least do the decent thing, and resign.

Lily Evans and James Potter have been working diligently to have the Head Dormitories officially re-christened the Honeymoon Suite. Apparently spending every waking second together isn’t enough, as the two also spent the holidays at the Potters. Of course, Lily Evans was spotted diligently avoiding the spiked punch at the school’s most recent unchaperoned party, and the two have even been heard discussing wedding plans. It seems all too possible that in order to make up for lost time these two have pressed fast-forward on their passionate relationship. Watch out for any puffiness or impromptu trips to the loo. Honestly, no surprise here if “two’s company” becomes “three’s a crowd” before years end. 

Last week’s party was clearly seen by many to be a night to let loose. Alecto Carrow and Alastor Moody spent the night in their  knickers, not in the fun way mind you, but instead doled out bits of drunken wisdom for the masses. Even Slytherin’s most prim and proper Ariadne Zabini and Narcissa Black were seen leaving everything out on the dance floor. This surprising development comes very shortly after the rather brief and volatile engagement between Black and Lucius Malfoy. The official word on the suspicious timeline is political and dull. But rumors have circulated that the pair did not part sweetly and Lucius himself went to great lengths to terminate the union. The defunct bride-to-be’s uncharacteristic arrival at the informal event certainly corroborates this theory. Not to mention the numerous carnations the blonde has sent herself in a desperate bid to appear remotely appealing to the next suitor. Pius Thicknesse quickly rose to the occasion in the form of a bouquet and his usual slimy charm. If history is anything to go by, he’ll be able to tolerate her for at least a week.

 In other party news, cvrsed was, as usual, ACES. Seriously, if you haven’t heard an outstanding performance from the band you haven’t lived. Between Bouchet’s subtle brilliance, Podmore’s stage presence, and Dearborn’s panty dropping vocals, the group is headed for greatness.

The award for Person to Avoid this week goes to Eddie Flax, who has lost the ability to understand the word ‘no’ and harrassed Jennifer Sully with gross advances. For anyone confused, this is disturbing by any standards and should not be tolerated. Maybe we could collectively deem this a lifetime award?

The cast list for the school’s production of the muggle muscial “Grease” has been posted, and it promises to be an interesting one. In a controversial choice the play is magicless and was written by a muggle playwright, which Dumbledore has likely specifically chosen for political gravitas. Frank Longbottom, resident moron, will be playing the titular character of Danny Zuko. Did he slip the casting director a few galleons? Probably. Most definitely. And no word on how Pandora Davies is handling the news she’ll be playing opposite such an eye sore, but if she can stomach him, Pandora will likely make for a convincing Sandy Dumbrowski. ( And yes, that is the character’s actual name. In fact, they’re all a touch insane. Frenchy?  Doody?  )  Anyway, thanks for taking one for the team, love!

The star to watch will be Bellatrix Black in an all too amusing role, even if musicals don’t tickle your fancy, be sure to catch the show if only to watch her embarrass herself.

               –&& as always, thanks for keeping it interesting my dearest readers.  

XOXO,

     Queen of the Quill

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@xo-lilithmarie, @jpcttr, @acarrow, @aluhstor, @ariazab, @oknarcissa, @malfoylu, @ofpius, @sturgthatpod, @maxinebouchet, @caruhdoc, @jennxsullx, @frnklongbottm, @pandoradvies, @bellsblack

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oknarcissa:

“ incredibly embarrassing, ”                              narcissa agreed with a nod,                  the girl following suit as she too leaned forward.                                                                ” luckily for me,    i didn’t have to. ”       she eyed rita both up and down with a mona lisa smile etched across her features,               “ but thank you very much.                                        i promise,         your concern won’t soon be forgotten.”

                “ i’ll be sure to reciprocate the kindness should                                       you ever find yourself liked by a majority of your peers. ”     she paused,                    furrowing her brow for a short second.                                      “  perhaps i should change that to tolerated ?              or maybe … acknowledged ? ”

rita’s smile was lackluster                            and while she was impressed narcissa                        had remained unconcerned despite the threat                                                                               she had an article to write     brushing her hair over one shoulder with a light shrug,               the ravenclaw kept her own disposition bright                                         “ did or didn’t .... it’s  really up to the readers to decide, isn’t it? ”

                                                     " but honestly, there’s no need to beat around the bush, dearest.                                           i’m not holding my breath for any admirers. “                             she glanced over the other blonde before              prying a carnation from her hand with lithe fingers and turning on her heel to leave                                     “  i don’t think you’ll miss one either. “

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ssirriussb:

“Such a rebel sitting here getting my work done and being a respectful, productive member of the student body.” Sirius stuffed the quill and rolled parchment into his school bag before turning back to her. “Seems like you can write a story without getting any actual facts from primary sources. You, little Skeeter, are part of the problem with the modern magical printing press.”

her expression softened with relief, smile brigthening as she leapt to her feet.   “ people will ALWAYS choose the most interesting narrative. ... every time. without fail. and if mine is ‘bitchy gossip columnist’ ?? so be it.  ” a cascade of giggles tumbling from her lips as she offered a parting wave.  “ call me a crowd pleaser. don’t stay out of trouble, sweets! “

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breath heavy as she dashed up the last flight of stairs                       he’d said not to be late                                                     which of course had summoned an irritating number of obstacles                            for the late night rendevous.                shoving open the door a few minutes past, rita peered around its edge                                                                 heart racing from exertion, ... or an unbearable thrill                                                                                              "  finn? ”                                                                               she called, as the note could really have only come from one singular person          " listen, you twat. you can’t go about jinxing these things. i only have so much luck.  ” // @fnnigcn

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oknarcissa:

            “ would seem so. ”                                             she said, a politically appropriate expression present                               as she watched the blonde with careful curiosity.                                                                  rita skeeter may have been a gossip,                                          but that held a certain air of power.       she could be dangerous if she wanted to be. 

              “ one would say that mystery is key.                                                               … so naturally i need to know.  ”

           “ mystery is HIGHLY overrated. ”                                                        rita agreed  tapping the anonymous card against her chin thoughtfully                              as her own gaze flicked over the delicate petals                                                                 " ... there’s an awful lot of them,                                         i don’t think anyone knew you were so popular, black “       at this, she raised a brow and gently tucked the parchment in narcissa’s grasp

                                           leaning forward conspiratorially, her voice dipped     " . . .  i hope you didn’t send these to yourself, sweets.  that would be cheating, 

                                                                                                    -- not to mention, embarrasing.  ”