He was almost enjoying himself. Almost. Until a certain snake was whispering in his ear, far too close for comfort. Maybe snake was a bit of a insult to the reptile world as a whole, but it felt fitting. He doesn’t know why he ever got involved with her in the first place— call it an incredibly large lapse in judgement. Soft groan slips past his lips before he turns and looks at her head on.
“ Skeeter— thought I smelt something desperate and foreboding. ”
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“Desperate?” Her eyes flit down, cocking her eyebrow (heh) as she makes her way up to lock gazes with one James Potter. “I see.” The smirk is prominent on Rita’s features now, clearly enjoying whatever game this is. “Why, James, do you no longer recognize me? Or is it because my head isn’t pushed down on a pillow? Try a higher thread count, darling. That was awful,” she throws out, flipping her hair back.
“If you’re a good boy, maybe a broom closet is in store for you in the nearby future.”
It was loud in here, and she could barely here her own thoughts. But she enjoyed that. She enjoyed watching people, and seeing how they would embrace there selves. With the amount that people were drinking, it was bound to happen at some point. So, she was just going to stick around, drink a little, and watch for people to start being embarrassing. She hadn’t thought she woiuld run into Rita Skeeter though. She didn’t trust the other. But, Alecto barely trusted her own twin, yet alone anyone else. “Like you were spending your precious time looking for me….” She mused, a little smirk on her lips. “I’ts not a party without me.” She mused with a smug look on her face. “But sadly no. Nobody’s drunk enough to embarass there self yet.”
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“Darling, please. There’s no one else I’d rather be with.” Rita throws a look of disdain towards the younger years who clearly have had some case of cabin-fever. If they think Hogwarts is a safe place to be with their vices, then who is she to stop them? Her only goal is to make sure everyone else knows. “Maybe we should fix that,” she suggests, gleam in her eyes at the thought of something fun actually going down in Hogwarts. “I have something I’ve been cooking up in Potions club since last week. I’ve no clue as to what it does, but I’m sure Madam Pomfrey has something.” Rita produces a vial from her pocket -- a keepsake she’s returned to the moment she set foot on school grounds. While her main goal in the club is to perfect her animagus potion, she’s dabbled with other things to keep her entertained. “I only have enough for a few victims so help me choose.”
narcissa notices quickly how their stand and the way they are recording, she shies away quickly from the similarity as she locks her iwiz-phone and tucks it in the back pocket of her jeans, giving the girl one of the signature sweet smiles she had perfected over the years. “the usual, visited the grand-parentals in turkey and the others in france, did a few other travels here and there, a whole lot of shopping of course. the foreign son was nice on my skin, i’m hoping to keep the tan for a few months at least, but here the sun is rare and far between.” she said with sadness. how about yourself? anything fun?”
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There’s effort in keeping the scoff from leaving her; Rita’s been around people long enough to know how they shy away from her curiousity. Mimicking Narcissa’s smile, she makes a show of recording just a bit more before pocketing her own phone. “That sounds absolutely lovely. And how are the grand-parentals?” She nods and hums at the right intervals though she’s getting absolutely nothing, but Rita can work with that. She’s spread more with less. “It must be so nice to have the privilege to travel around, but is that it? Surely someone of your stature must have done something more than shopping.” Rita tilts her head and this time, she sympathizes with Narcissa. The sun does play coy when it comes to Hogwarts. “Oh, nothing too wild. Hung out with friends. Visited my family. I heard one of the Greengrass’es was found drunk in public. Could you believe that? So embarrassing.”
Amber fills the glass and Rita’s only about half cup in. She keeps the disdain for the mediocrity of it all from appearing on her features, sporting a grin at those she remembers the names of. Maybe one of them would make this party a little more interesting. On the hunt for something fun and it comes in the form of one (1) James Potter. Adjusting her hair, the young witch wastes no time in sauntering over, clearly not caring about ‘personal space.’
“So did you miss me?” Her question is thrown with no introduction but the gleam in her eyes indicates which memories flood her mind. “Or should I give you more to miss?”
❝ i mean , it’s not exactly top shelf booze they’ve brought out , but i’ve got a quality firewhiskey if you want a sip. ❞ hearing the beer tap and then sputtering behind her , helena figured whoever it was had made the mistake of trying bad quality beer on a sober stomach. while regularly she was not the sharing type , she was slightly drunk already ⸻ and drunk helena was much more generous with the sharing of her liquor than sober helena.
“Just a sip? And here I thought I’d have the house-mate special,” Rita pouts though the pull of a smirk on her lips is what gives her away. Her eyes flit towards the Hufflepuff behind the woman, already making a mental note as to who cannot take their drink with grace. She leaves her barely sipped glass at a nearby surface, linking her arms with Helena’s, happy that she’s not suffering through whatever soiree this is alone. “And just how did you get your quality firewhiskey down here, darling? I would love to know where I can get alcohol for the rest of the school year.”
the usual cool calm and collected narcissa seemed to be diluted by the more dangerous looking one as alcohol set in her personality, there was a certain fire in her eyes, she seemed more outgoing and less, well, stuck up. the neon lights seemed to reflect off her cold eyes as she took yet another sip of her drink before a smile spread across her face. devilish and slightly naughty. she pulled out her iwiz-phone as she pointed towards the dance floor where some unfortunate soul was far too drunk and letting the courage tell them they could dance. “How fast do you think this can go viral?” She jested.
Rita’s already recording the spectacle in front of her, making note of using it for future use. Her glee only increases by the voice of a fellow Slytherin who also finds the poor Gryffindor flailing in what they probably deem as dancing. “If their ‘moves’ go even wilder, I’ll bet ten galleons everyone will know who he is by the end of the night.” Her own drink is abandoned and now Rita’s full attention is focused at the other; what’s more interesting than a wizard making a fool of himself? Someone whose last name she actually knows. “How have you been, darling? You simply must tell me what you did during the break.”
Alecto had been at the fair in the great hall. She had. But if a person had blinked they might have missed it. Because it was not her scene at all, and it looked boring as hell. But, she had been there. And she’d been at the quidditch booths, talking to the scouts a little. After that she’d gotten bored though, and decided to find some entertainmen elsewhere. This rager though, was much more scene. And so, that was where Alecto found herself. Something chaotic, with loud music, and free flowing alcohol. It was much more Alecto. So, she was in the room of recruitement, a rather short black dress practically sticking to her skin. At least this was more fun than the school’s stupid idea of a fair. But, she probably still wouldn’t be caught dead dancing.
The music reverberates against the walls and Rita would make a comment at the choice, but she finds herself too lazy to put in the effort to care. There have been some catching up, some stories being shared (usually from her lips), and at one point, she might have considered indulging someone from the lower years a dance or two. Her drink is just fizzy water now; there’s been enough instances where Rita’s caught her fellow schoolmates drunk and there’s no way she’s going to give any of them the satisfaction catching her inebriated. She walks around, tries to mingle, and in her stride, she’s met with one of her elders, as she likes to call them. “Oh there you are,” she laughs as if she’s meant to be looking for Alecto. “I was afraid this party would be a dud. Have you found anything fun to do yet around here?”
╰ ( lulu antariksa. cisfemale. she/her. ) welcome back to hogwarts RITA SKEETER! you’re a SIXTH year from SLYTHERIN, right ? i’ve got your school file right here. it says you’re a TWENTY TWO year old PUREBLOOD, is that correct ? this file even has a personality entry, saying you’re CUNNING & DILIGENT as well as MANIPULATIVE & OVERBEARING. is that why you’ve chosen to REMAIN NEUTRAL ? would you look at that ! it says here other students also describe you as : the incessant scratching of a quill against fresh parchment, feigned titillated laughter, the slope of a smirk that balances the haughty pose, and gaudy crocodile print pant suits. how interesting. oh well, see you in class !
BASICS:
NAME: Rita Skeeter
GOES BY: Rita, Ri-ri, R
PRONOUNS: She / Her
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
ZODIAC SIGN: Leo
AGE: 22
YEAR: Sixth
HOUSE: Slytherin
BIOGRAPHY: TW BULLYING
In the beginning, it was just Rita and her mother. They lived a simple life -- mainly because Lady Skeeter was a simple woman. At night, she would tell tales of how she fell in love with one of the most handsome wizards in all of the land. He came from a prominent family and to protect them, he had to keep them both away. Rita would hold the story close to her heart and hope that one day, they would be complete.
She told the story to anyone that would listen. Rita was a child and she was proud of her mother finding love. The stories and the name of her father circulated amongst the public and in turn, there were whispers about the Skeeter family. No one believed her mother, of course. And so they were known as that family. Already thrown aside by a nobody and now the mother thinks she’s bagged some high-ranking fellow.
It was easy to ignore, but when the words became harsher and crueler, it was getting harder and harder to let it slide. For someone like Lady Skeeter, it took a toll on her and each day Rita could only watch as her mother withdrew. This, of course, angered the young woman and she sought to give a little payback.
Revenge was in the form of gossip -- the very weapon they’ve used against them. Rita jumped from social circle to social circle; really put herself out there to gather information and when it was deemed useful, that same information was passed on to someone else. In the end, friends turned on friends, lovers parted ways, and it was all thanks to Rita. In her mind, they couldn’t talk about her family when they had issues of their own.
Rita realized the power she held, able to twist words to her own accord and from then, she decided that if the world was cruel enough to a woman that didn’t deserve it, she could be so as well.
PERSONALITY:
Rita is extremely manipulative. She will do what it takes to get what she needs and if she needs to lie through her teeth, she’ll just call it creative control.
She is also very sociable. To get the dirt on people, she needs the connections and so she’s the type to make friends with just about anyone.
She’s very selfish, as well. She puts herself first -- her mother, above all, of course -- but when it comes to her fellow school-mates, she’d rather prioritize herself.
HEADCANONS:
When she left for Hogwarts, she was afraid of her mother being alone, so she blackmailed her aunt into taking care of her.
She learned about animagus by accident. An old fling of hers mentioned it once and through a story he told to make himself look more interesting. From then, she’s been researching on the topic. She hasn’t perfected the potion, yet.
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