rita skeeter , the one constant in hestia’s life at the moment. although the two were writing to each other non stop the whole summer , seeing her in the flesh was a welcoming sight. having her friend by her side was probably one of the only things she looked forward to this year. that , & probably her muggle studies class. ❛ you’ve got a point there. i guess this is the best opportunity to find out where everyone’s head is at. ❜ it was such a strange idea , the timelines. she was curious to know everything about them , what she was like , & what exactly happened in them. she knew rita was curious too , probably more so than hestia was. ❛ i’m surprised you aren’t out there finding the truth out for yourself ? you must be dying to know everything right about now. ❜
❛ oh of course i am, ❜ rita grinned, stepping towards her friend to lightly bump her with her shoulder. ❛ this is practically my heaven, don’t you know. but you see, it’s too early. too sober. a few more drinks in and i’ll be out there, trust me. ❜ turning again to snatch a glance at hestia, her grin almost faltered. she had more questions then she cared to ask. she was desperate, of course, to learn everything she could about everyone she once thought she knew. but perhaps at the top of that list was hestia herself. were they still friends? was she happy? was she alive? turning back to stare out at the party, she maintained the smile. ❛ you found out anything fun yet, my dear? ❜
the whole timeline switch still had atlas feeling very shaken, and what better to wash away the worries that firewhiskey and an illicit party? lots of things, some of them illegal. that didn’t stop atlas from making his way to the party and staring out at the water, a glass in his hand. he stumbles into someone as he goes to walk back towards the group, and oh it sort of felt like was flying. “hey,” he greeted, an easy grin gracing his face. “you aright, man? dude? pal? mate? you alright, mate?”
it was late enough. people were drunk enough. it was time for rita to make her move. to find the truth, as she had spoken of earlier with tia. not two minutes in and she found atlas fortescue in all of his pathetic glory, the grin on his face far too sloppy for his veins to be clean of teenage poison. a sly smile gracing her lips, rita stepped just enough in his way that he might bump into her, putting on her best look of shock when he turned to greet her. ❛ excuse you, ❜ she protested, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at him. ❛ watch where you’re going, fortescue. ❜
the first day back in the castle was always going to be difficult , & hestia was fully aware of this fact. although she had never imagined anything like THIS. there was an awkward tension that had filled the air during the welcome feast , that hestia was glad to leave & make way for the party. it was still an awkward feeling , being around so many of her peers that she had known for so long , yet felt so unfamiliar with. at least there was alcohol.
with a firewhiskey in her hand , she found herself a spot where it was less crowded to make herself somewhat comfortable. ❛ i’m surprised to see a turn out like this. seems like everybody made it out tonight , despite everything. i guess that’s nice. ❜
stealing glances across the ravenclaw table and exchanging hasty letters over the last few weeks was not enough for rita --- she had missed her dear friend ( only friend ) greatly and she was desperate to spill her guts with every little thought she had had regarding the absolute chaos they had been thrust into. but first, there were pleasantries to attend to, hello’s and how are you’s and idle chatter about the attendance at the regular party out on school grounds. rita couldn’t help but feel her knee shake with anticipation to get into the nitty-gritty.
❛ no one can say no to free alcohol, hes. especially not hormonal teenagers. ❜ tilting her gaze towards the younger girl, rita smiled, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear. ❛ besides, how else is anyone going to get the truth out of each other? ❜
@rtaskeetr sent : 💛 for a moodboard about our muses’ relationship
rita skeeter & hestia jones , a pair that no one would ever suspect of becoming so close. yet , despite all odds , that’s exactly what they’ve done. the two are extremely protective over each other , & would do anything for the other.
@hstiajcnes sent: 👗 for a moodboard about my muse’s fashion style
white blouses & tan capris tied at the waist. newspapers tucked into canvas bags & t-shirts hand stitched with snappy phrases. coffee cups gripped with neatly manicured nails & watches constantly tied to the wrist. simple & elegant. comfortable & neat.
❛ 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. ❜
have you been re-introduced to RITA SKEETER? last we heard, the PUREBLOOD was most familiar with TIMELINE THREE. I don’t recall if they were always a RAVENCLAW, but I’ve heard the SEVENTH YEAR is still DILIGENT, IDEALISTIC, INTELLIGENT and ABRASIVE, DECEITIFUL, MERCILESS, so that’s familiar. at least SHE remembers her way around the castle.
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)
links: stats, pinterest
triggers: a manipulative little bitch
rita marie skeeter has always craved two things in life: love & attention. from the moment she was born, she would cry and scream until she was coddled in someone’s arms. perhaps it was a side effect of always being seen as second best. you see, it was rita’s sister, anna skeeter, who was viewed as the golden child, the little girl who could do no wrong, the sickeningly sweet miracle that rita’s parents had always hoped for. rita, on the other hand, was an accident --- and she had to spend every second of her childhood proving she was worth anyone’s time.
this, of course, left the young girl starved for affection --- she craved it so intensely, the kind of love and attention that her sister was showered in, that any time she was even remotely praised for something, she would repeat that action again and again and again until she was told off for being boring. she moulded herself after anna, so beautiful, so graceful, so intelligent and creative and multi-talented --- but never quite enough.
rita’s first year at hogwarts was an absolute nightmare. as anna was a seventh year and head girl at the time, she constantly lived in the shadow of this brilliant, extraordinary witch. rita tried everything to get noticed, to be a pioneer within the ravenclaw house, but nothing she did was ever enough for what anna had accomplished when she was her age.
it wasn’t until rita decided to put her keen observational skills to use that she began to garner some attention. having spent her whole life up until now observing her older sister, picking for flaws, she knew how to see things that no one else could even dream of seeing. by the end of her first year, she had started so much gossip and intrigue that nearly everyone, including those in older years, would come to her if they had a curiosity they wanted confirmed about another student.
for the next three years, rita clung to this. she’d always wanted to be the best at something, and if this meant she was the best at gossip, then who was she to complain ? people were talking to her now, they wanted things from her that no one else could give, and so she leaned into this, pushing and prodding at buttons that everyone else was too scared to even go near and spreading rumours like there was no tomorrow. she was a queen at this, at watching and manipulating and deceiving to get the information she might need to cause a ruckus, and having never particularly cared for the feelings of others in the first place, she had no problem ruining lives if it meant she got the attention she needed.
by the time she entered firth year, spreading gossip through word of mouth simply wasn’t enough for this ambitious young girl. and so little rita pulled together a team and began a school newspaper, a lengthy publication left at the doorstep of every dorm on the first saturday of every month. the newspaper kept updates on the outside world, the running tally of house points, run-downs of the most recent quidditch games, a q&a and, of course, skeeters corner --- hogwarts’ new gossip column.
now in her seventh year, rita has still kept up the ‘ hogwarts times ’, now head editor and of course head writer of skeeters corner. but of course, ruining lives and spreading secrets is a lonely, lonely job. while rita is widely popular and known by many, even respected by some, she has very little in the way of friends and even less to say in the romance department. while she of course has that attention that she has always craved, she is now missing the love --- and sometimes she wonders which is more important.
oh, the timeline switch. a story which, to rita, just writes itself. so much drama to uncover, secrets and lies and other lives lived, all laid out on a silver platter for the queen of gossip herself. rita couldn’t be more excited to return to hogwarts, to sink her teeth into the ridiculousness of the situation at hand, to write and write and write and write about all that is crumbling to pieces around her. because where everyone is concerned about themselves, about what they were up to, rita couldn’t care less about herself. (or at least, that’s what she tells herself. what’s the point of hearing about a life that isn’t even hers? maybe she was loved, maybe she was kinder, sweeter, smarter, better, but there’s no use pondering on what isn’t reality. right? focus on everyone else. on the drama. because you’re own life is far too close to home.)
