❝Cause Darlin' I'm a Nightmare❞

Rita Nicolette Skeeter // Slytherin // Gossip Queen

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HOGWARTS HOUSE: SLYTHERIN

"There’s not a single witch or wizard who went bad who wasn’t in Slytherin."

(requested by the lovely eschecter and, by honour, nattyrell)

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A Story to be Wrote { Rita && James }

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James watched as she paused, but her quill continued to move. His eyes narrowed down on the object; almost mentally willing it to knock it off. The light scratching sound was beginning to grate his nerves but he said nothing and just waited. James continued to just hope with all his might that she had the food that he wanted to he could just leave. Damn Skeeter. He swore mentally.

As she moved, James gave her a jerky nod and walked forward. His eyes immediately spotted the potatoes but not the meat. “Thanks.” He mumbled slightly as he picked up the rather heavy bowl. “So, whatcha’ writing?” He inquired; hoping that is wasnt about him.

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Rita watched the boy out of the corner of her eye, a small smirk bloomed on her face at his mumbled thanks. Her head however turned when he asked what she was writing about and her response was quick as anything to difuse the knowledge that the sheet below her hand had his name scribbled on it. ❝A new article.❞ She had a sickening sweet smile on her face. She set her quill on the paper and waved her wand to have it continue moving.

❝Did you find everything you were looking for then?❞ She tapped her long nails against her chin as she stared up at him. James Potter was brave for coming over to the snakes den just for food

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Seven Years Left // Drabble

Her heart was pounding as she moved through the flock of people in the center of town. She could feel the cold metal of her switch blade in her pocket rest against the palm of her hand. Rita Nicolette Skeeter hath no fear than a man thrice her size with breath reeking of alcohol. As her feet continued through movement down the stone cobbled road, she felt someone grip her arm and spin her around. Her heart sped up at the contact and she couldn't think straight.

A scream was ripped from deep within her at the physical contact. As her small body was turned towards the offender she breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of her neighbor - Mrs. Clancy. The look on the older woman's face was solemn. She knew that the young blonde in front of her had seen and experienced horrors that only happened on your television screen. By the time the small blonde had turned five, she had found a switchblade and learned to use it. Especially after her mother told her of what her birth father did. Each year, Rita became a little more closed off to people and a little bit more involved with her writing.

Mrs. Clancy pulled her away from everyone, and Rita followed. Thirteen year old Rita didn't know where she was. The sights around her were different from her spot away from the crowd. Her neighbor must have known due to the look on her face and she sighed softly. "Two blocks up is your home. I suggest you get there, it's getting dark." Rita nodded before quickly moving the way her neighbor had told her. Her hand was still firmly on the switchblade and her heart was pounding at each noise that passed her.

Rita had seven years left before she met him.

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A Story to be Wrote { Rita && James }

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His day was turning into shit very quickly. It had started out decently; his charm work had earned gryffindor five points and he had only botched up his potion a little bit.. but now it seemed like fate had decided that James had earned enough. So with that, as he sat down at the gryffindor table at lunchtime, he had eagerly scanned the table for his favorite. His mates sat right beside him, of course. Sirius’ cologne scent filled his nostrils but he tried, in vain, to ignore it. He continued to look all the way down the table for another moment before realizing that what he wanted was no where to be seen. 

Not wanting to be thwarted by the house elves, James abruptly stood and walked away from his table. His eyes scanned the next table; Hufflepuff to no avail. Biting down a groan, James continued on. It was when he reached his final table that hope was beginning to diminish. Not wanting to waste any more time, James quickly walked over to the nearest student and tapped her shoulder lightly. As Skeeter turned around, James bit back another groan. Of fucking course. It had to be her. In any case, James wasnt coming this far to back down now. With a forced polite smile playing on his lips, James spoke. 

"Do you have any ham or mashed potatoes over here?"

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Rita could have s c r e a m e d if it wasn't considered impolite. James fucking Potter just had to be the one to interrupt her article writing. A small smirk had bloomed on her face after his question and the quill that rested in her left hand moved to motion to the food in front of her.

❝Help yourself, Potter.❞ Rita tapped the quill against her chin as she moved out of his way and began to write again. A small story on the Gryffindor had bloomed in her head. 'James Potter, Too Hungry or Too Brave?'

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A Story to be Wrote { Rita && Open }

Rita had curled herself up on the bench of the Slytherin table in the Great Hall. Her hand was scribbling quickly on her parchment, what exactly she wasn't sure. A story would soon come to her once she sat in that spot long enough, she could write ten stories from the drama that transpired at Hogwarts.

She had just began to write another word when she felt a tap on her shoulder and a small frown soon graced her face at the physical contact. Rita didn't like to be t o u c h e d. Yet, this person was an offender of her own personal space. She quickly whipped her head around to figure out who had interrupted her private time.

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