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time seems to slow down as ELOISE GREENGRASS walks into the bar, and rita finds herself frozen in place, drink halfway raised to her lips, her gaze involuntarily fluttering away from the guy she’s with. glass almost slips from her grasp, but she quickly collects herself and tries to return to her more than bland conversation with her just slightly better than average looking date. she lasts a couple of minutes, her smile brighter than usual, her eyes sparkling like stars in the night sky. definitively overcompensating, definitively failing. “ excuse me. i have to.... go. this has been lovely, really, “ she says, words dripping with insincerity, with that sugary sweetness that only tells lies. she turns around before he gets the chance to get another word in, and she tries to tell herself that she hasn’t been rattled, that she could just leave right now. walk out. go home. go to sleep. but she still finds herself walking through the bar, her heart thumping a dangerous melody in her chest, threatening her, warning her. you’re on thin fucking ice, skeeter. “ greengrass, “ she says in acknowledgement, as she slides into the chair next to her. just a few years ago, a venomous comment would have followed shortly, and her stare would have been lethal. now, it’s dangerously soft, almost a little bit shy. she hates it. “ you looked lonely. “ more like lovely, but okay. “ and i was having a terrible date, “ she adds, as if to explain why she’s here, why she’s back, when she has so solemnly sworn that they’d never end up like this, again.

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allistors‌.

just in the last week, the number of war casualties had risen. no, not by one. however, the name REGULUS BLACK made more heads turn and care, even if only for the purpose of theorizing about the life and allegiances of the youngest black heir. in truth, alastor found it quite disgusting. he couldn’t change the route of all the chatter even if he tried, though, so he’d resign himself to a quiet rage. one person who couldn’t remain in silence was the voice that he could swear gave him migraines at the very first couple of words. rita sounded borderline-emotional, which was certainly a ploy to get sympathy and information. the cheap tricks, as he saw them, that some people had to use to get what they wanted, rita being the posterchild for it. “ a kid is dead, rita. ” merlin, how he wished he’d said it louder, bolder, attracting attention to what he believed was a shameful moment for her, but out of respect for the situation he simply spit the words while moving near her. the closest he’d ever gotten. the quietest as well. “ can you do your job without putting on a pity act ? it’s not right. ”

“ we’re at war, mr. moody. someone is always dying, “ she responds quickly, a quill appearing out of thin air between her fingers. it’s the same shade as her eyes - a poisonous green that threatens to burn or ensnare you. shoulders slump slightly as she scratches down a few words on the napkin in front of her. “ glad we got that out of the way, then. you already know why i’m here. “ any trace of emotion has been swiftly erased from her features, and she stares at him with a chilly gaze. she’s tired - overworked, stretched too thin, trying to not get herself fucking killed in the process. it’s proving harder than she had anticipated, when she got entangled in all... this. and she’s getting real fucking tired of both sides. “ i need a quote for the prophet. once you give me that, i’ll be on my way. “ a slight pause follows her words, and she sets her jaw stubbornly, arms folding across her chest. “ was that better? does it make it easier for you, if i let you vilify me? “

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mundvngus‌.

mundungus looks at the other in confusion for a moment, trying to understand what was happening, before realising he was looking at rita skeeter, of all people. ( so maybe he was a little slow — he was nursing a hangover. ) he snorted, then, looking her up and down, trying to see if there were cracks in her performance, wondering for a moment if she was really crying — everyone did, every now and then, after all — and then deciding that she mustn’t be. ( but if she was, and he ended up making an insensitive arse of himself, it at least wouldn’t be the first time in his life. ) “you have a boyfriend?,” he asked, raising an eyebrow, pretending to play along. “what’s he look like? twelve feet? two toes? is he a TROLL?” a grin appeared on his lips — it wasn’t his best joke, but it sufficed. “or is smaller, more elf slash goblin-like? hm?”

her facade doesn’t falter --- instead, it remains stubbornly in place. as a second skin, a mask that’s so carefully plotted that it has become her reality. “ sorry, fletch, “ she replies, and her voice remains raspy, filled with emotion. “ i should have realized you wouldn’t run in the same circles. he works with very important people. not quite up to your standards, i’d assume. “ backhanded compliment spills from her lips like it’s the sweetest thing that she has ever said, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. a devilish quality lingers there, bearing evidence to the venom that bubbles below. she’s up to something. what else is new? “ i’ll buy you a drink to make up for my blunder and absolutely terrible display here, what do you say? come on... just the one won’t hurt ya. “

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TRAGEDY SELLS PAPERS. she knows that, perhaps a little too well. especially when it just happens to involve one of the sacred 28 ----- so naturally, rita is armed to the teeth, a quill being squeezed between slender fingers, a sympathetic smile resting on lips that are painted a dangerous shade of red. “ i can’t believe he’s gone, “ she says, and forces her lip to tremble ever so slightly. “ did you know him? “ there’s a pause, and her gaze becomes a little sharper. meadow green eyes scan her target, as if they were some sort of high esteemed item at an auction. “ i’m just... “ she trails off. eyebrows pull into a frown. “ i have to get a couple quotes about him for the prophet, but it feels so sudden. “

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a hiccup escapes rosy lips, and she wipes the tears from her cheeks, purposefully making a mess of her carefully applied eyeliner. “ i swear, i never do this, “ she says, voice weak, a little hoarse from crying. lipstick becomes a little bit smudged as by design, and she looks at them with big, sad eyes. blinking away tears. seeing if she can break them, slither in. gain some sympathy. “ crying, alone in a bar? what you must think of me. “ another hiccup blends with soft laughter, and she leans her upper body across the counter, an arm stretched out under her. “ can you just tell me if you’ve seen my boyfriend in here with someone else? please? “ she asks, voice a little shaky, filled with uncertainty. sounding like she really, really cares. as if rita skeeter has ever given a fuck about anyone other than herself. no, she’s writing a piece on a man that’s elusive enough to slip through her grasp, but is also ( according to the most RELIABLE sources ) supposed to be sleeping with someone other than his wife. and of course, rita is tasked with finding out the who, the when and the where. what a glamorous job she has.

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