Gossip Queen

Rita Skeeter || 7th year Ravenclaw I never gossip. I observe. And then relay my observations to practically everyone. All good stories contain enough truth to make them believable and enough fiction to make them interesting.

[darkest-dolohov-deactivated2013]

I am exhausted.

I’ve been studying for about 3 days straight. If I fail a single test, I’ll set this castle up in flames.

[ritaknowsall]

You're not going to fail and you know it. 

I think it's time for a study break

[tempspasseresources]

[emiliaclarke1986]

[emiliaclarke1986]

[emiliaclarke1986]

[wesharerares]

[hobrien]

[explosive-ariel]

I need someone

[explosive-ariel]

I changed some spells. But I need someone to throw spells at me to see if they actually work. I mean I see where this could go wrong but it sounds exciting!

[ritaknowsall]

So you want someone to fire experimental spells at you? Well, hell, I can do that. 

[gazellemeadowes]

Alright, someone tell me where the bloody hell Skeeter is.

[gazellemeadowes]

Have you gone fucking insane?! Has all that bloody trash you write finally seeped into your fucking brain?!

[ritaknowsall]

I'm as sane as ever, and, it would appear, far more sane than you right now. 

[enchanted-illusions-blog]

[montyworm-deactivated20150101]

[gazellemeadowes]

Alright, someone tell me where the bloody hell Skeeter is.

I’ve got a few new hexes to try out on the little weasel.

[ritaknowsall]

Looking for me, Meadowes?

[explosive-ariel]

I need someone

[explosive-ariel]

Most Miss Skeeter, most. But surprise, surprise, sometimes my experiments do work.

[ritaknowsall]

And what exactly is the purpose of this one?

[explosive-ariel]

I need someone

to help me with an experiment. Please….

[ritaknowsall]

That sounds dangerous...most of your experiments end with explosions.

[ritaknowsall]

evantherosier replied to your photo “Confession: Meadowes and Rosier. All that tension in the air, no way...”

...you're joking, right. Print some actual news in your paper, Skeever, nobody wants to hear your drivel.

Someone obviously wants to hear it, as I continue to get owls asking for more information. Funny, people only seem to complain when I write about them - when it's someone else it's perfectly acceptable.

[comradekarkaroff-blog]

They’ve upset me by merely existing, Skeeter. Flooding my soul with dark abstractions. I mean really. Can’t a gentleman read the newspaper over breakfast in peace? They surely seem set to outdo me…

[ritaknowsall]

A bit dramatic, don't you think? Come on, Malfoy, they're students enjoying their breakfast, not invaders set to destroy your peace. Relax a little.

[comradekarkaroff-blog]

Fresh sunlight filled the Great Hall where Lucius Malfoy sat content. Perfectly manicured hands clutched the morning newspaper and the pureblood boy sat aloofly gazing at each page with jaded spite. His face a stone, save from the sweet he struggled to chew, but no article could appease him today. Dropping the Prophet onto the lacquered Slytherin table Lucius turned his sights to the rest of the spacious hall. He paused, aghast at the rabble he saw.

It’s as if everybody in this school belongs in a doghouse. Children, scum, the lot of them.

[ritaknowsall]

You're chipper as always, Lucius. What have the "children" and the "scum" done to upset you today?