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@rituhskeetr
too picky to be a ho
CLOSED ┊ @evaniity
❛ knock, knock! ❜ rita’s knuckles rapped on thin air as she waltzed towards emma, smile beaming as per usual. she’d spotted the blonde tucked behind a shelf in the library just as she had stood to leave, and she couldn’t help the interest that piqued at the sight. not that emma was involved in anything particularly interesting right now — but rita had noticed the blonde taking to strange company in these last two weeks, and she would be damned of she didn’t find out more. ❛ what are we working on? anything exciting? i’m surprised you’re not here with finnigan. wasn’t he your partner for that last assignment? not that we should be keeping those partners — i haven’t even spoken to mine since we finished — but i could’ve sworn i’d seen the two of you around since then, too. a friendship brewing, perhaps? a strange choice, if you ask me, dear. ❜
CLOSED ┊ @deirborn
❛ Is anyone sitting here? ❜ Without waiting for a response, Rita took her graceful seat next to Caradoc, her signature dazzling smile glued to her lips. With a few whispered words, two mugs of coffee appeared on the table, and she nodded at the second cup as an offering to the man while taking a sip from her own.
Rita was a big fan of a story, and Caradoc Dearborn was four novels in a series. She had been dying for a chance to speak to him since the program began, and after his recent win, this felt a good a time as any.
❛ Such a shame no one’s talking about your win, isn’t it? They’re all too focused on that catfight between Evans and Black. Both of them are being ridiculous, if you ask me. But I don’t want to talk about them — congrats are in order for you, are they not? Though I suppose you’re used to winning around here. You’ve done all this before, and with flying colours, I hear. Almost a shame you had to come back, but then we wouldn’t have been so lucky as to train with a real professional. A win for us, and a win for you! ❜
longbottom, f.
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? “
skeeter, r.
Rita tossed her long blonde ponytail over her shoulder, fluttering her eyes and flashing the boy a dazzling smile. ❛ Oh, how you FLATTER me, Frankie! ❜ She giggled, lightly clapping her hand on his chest in a teasing flirt. At his protests, she merely laughed, tossing her head back before returning her eyes straight back to his. ❛ Don’t even get me started on where the instructors eyes have been floating, my dear Franklin — inappropriate is putting it lightly. Do tell me, though — why do you think Andromeda got that invitation? ❜ With a quiet murmur, a tall glass of ice-cold water appeared in Rita’s hands ( she’d always been good at wandless magic ) and she took a gentle sip before continuing, as though it were idly conversation. ❛ I’ve heard so many different stories I don’t know what to believe anymore, and you’ve always struck me as an honest boy — surely if you know the truth, you’ll tell me, right? ❜
fortescue, a.
❛ — no, rita, i WASN’T asking you, ❜ alice huffed, coming to a stop as she completed their morning run and turning to face rita, hands on her hips. alice enjoyed the morning, usually. she liked the cool, crisp air and the first rays of morning sunlight and the quiet of the world around her. leave it to rita skeeter to shatter that quiet in the most abrasive way possible. ❛ — genuine question, do you get off on being universally hated or do you ACTUALLY think i want to hear you talk ? ❜
skeeter, r.
❛ ooh, someone’s feeling testy this morning. ❜ rita’s words were teasing as she shrugged on a light jacket, not allowing alice’s words to drop her brilliant smile. rita was well used to be told she was HATED, there wasn’t a cell in her body that cared to retaliate to that remark. ❛ is this because your darling rival finnigan beat you in our last assignment? rather tragic, alice, i mean really, where’s the girl power? i’m sure that was fuel to the fire of your little game with him... ❜
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❛ 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. ❜
❛ she licks blood off her fingers and she looks like divine absolution. careful, meleager: this is your sport but she’s not playing a game. do not think you are safe because you love her. do not think she will not stain her mouth red with your blood too. ❜
* ╰ jenny boyd ; twenty-two ; she/her — wow, RITA SKEETER sure has grown! it’s almost hard to believe they actually passed recruitment… i still remember them being so DILIGENT & CLEVER now they just seem DECEITFUL & APATHETIC. guess they’re special if they made it this far. word in the halls is they’re training to be a HIT WITCH but i don’t think they’ll make it out alive. after all, they’ve shown signs of being NEUTRAL in the war.
character parallels: petra solano ( jane the virgin ), annalise keating ( how to get away with murder ), valencia perez ( crazy ex-girlfriend ), cher horowitz ( clueless ), jacqueline white ( unbreakable kimmy schmidt ), lizzie saltzman ( legacies ) links: stats, pinterest
Don’t be mean!
Closer (dir. by Mike Nichols, 2004).
loneliness is the anchor / you’ve always carried with you
Lisel Mueller, from “Voyager,” Second Language (via lifeinpoetry)
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