Rita Skeeter

you should see me in a crown, i'm gonna run this nothing town. watch me make them bow, one by one by one - 6th year; slytherin; beater; gossip girl;

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“Not to sound entirely materialistic here,” The words, of course, were laced with sarcasm and irony, considering Emma was nothing if not materialistic. She embraced her character flaws, all making her who she was, and wrapping it up with an overconfident bow. Her surname was Vanity, for crying out loud! “I just need an outside opinion, that’s all — so tell me, should I wear this, or would you say it’s too much?”

The words made a small smile take over Rita’s lips before her eyes moved up to look over at whatever accessory Emma happened to be talking about. In her opinion nothing was ever exactly too much, it either looked good or bad. “Of course not, when is something ever too much?”

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Grace !

Grace wasn’t quite sure how she had done this, she had just been experimenting with potions and now suddenly she was… Glowing. “Well this is… Kind cool actually.” She muttered to herself, looking at her hands.

Eyes widening slightly, Rita looked over the girl, observing her glowing skin with a soft chuckle. “Holy shit, how’d you manage to do that?”

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Don’t you think you should have asked me before giving out free drinks?

“It’s possible that I should have. But, I didn’t. So... sorry? Kind of... Actually, not really.”

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Amycus !

Delighted at the very thought of Rita resorting to violence, Amycus flipped himself around and beamed at her. It took a moment for his head to clear and the blood to flow out of his head but he was glad to find out he hadn’t directed his smile at someone other than her.

“Rita Skeeter!” He said, absolutely tickled, “Are you finally coming around to my way of things? Do I need to teach you to throw a punch?”

“I do not need to be taught how to throw a punch, Amycus,” Rita replied, a small smile on her lips, “I’m a bit out of practice though, so I may need a critiquing.” She had gone through a variety of self defense classes when she was younger and some she still took over the summer, starting with boxing, which quickly moved on to wrestling. The only one she stuck with long term though, was kick boxing. It had been a while since she took any boxing or wrestling classes. Still, she could sock someone if needed, pin them down and get out of a hold with no problem, and a kick to the face was easy. Rita didn’t trust humans, not enough to go around without being able to do something if something happened. Especially not with people like Nicolas and Jackson walking around the school.

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“RITA!” He called out from his seat at the Gryffindor table feeling extra ornery than normal. “Got some gossip for you!” The ginger taunted loudly, adjusting his boa before he places a closed fist in front of his mouth. Fabian blows into it as his middle finger raises in the air with a not so subtle ‘fuck you’.

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“Aww, Fabian,” Rita tried not to laugh at the middle finger being raised, “Thank you so much for thinking of me. Now I don’t think that’s something that needs to be shared with the whole school quite yet, but I’ll be sure to keep it in mind.” Her small ramble of sarcasm is finished off with a small kiss being blown in his direction, just to sweeten it all.

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To say Amycus was taking the news of the robbery hard would be putting it lightly. He’d spent the hours not closed up in the Hospital Wing getting his fist patched up sulking or whining. Not even Fabian had managed to cheer him up. Currently, he had his feet propped up on one of the tables of the Great Hall and the rest of his body splayed dramatically across a bench. The blood was rushing to his head, yes, but it helped fuel the melodrama. He was broke. Melodrama went with the territory.

“I cannot believe I punched a fucking spider,” he complained, “When I could’ve been punching whoever the fuck just robbed me blind.”

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Strolling over to the boy who looked rather grumpy, she settled down beside him. Her own anger had been through the roof, witnessing the attack and James being petrified. Though she usually didn’t condone Amycus’s violent thoughts, Rita couldn’t help but agree with his words, her own vault being emptied as well. The one downfall to not picking an allegiance is you don’t get protection, you don’t get it from anyone besides yourself. That meant whether the Legacy or the Death Eaters attacked the public, she was hurt either way. 

“Yeah well I can’t believe I was fucking at the bank and I didn’t even get a glimpse of whoever the fuck had the nerve to empty our vaults. I don’t care if it was the dark lord himself or his father or his fucking grandson, I swear I’m going to take a swing at them when I find out who did it.”

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‘Our son is a monster Hope.’

The words stung into him repeatedly.

‘How many people have you lied to?’

Rita’s words were venomous as a snake. He flinched as all the anger subsided. She was right, he was a monster. The choice words sending a dagger straight into his heart. The distress sounding off by the look as his face crumbled. She’s absolutely right, he’s a monster. He doesn’t belong among them. His whole existence in Hogwarts is a lie. He’s not a wizard, he’s an abomination thanks to Fenrir. Remus shrinks back away from her, hearing the word cycled ominously in his mind. He didn’t deserve friends, he sure as hell didn’t deserve the Marauders, and part of him…thought for a brief second that he didn’t deserve life.

Tears had found their way streaming down his cheeks. “N..No.. you are right.” He spoke defeated, his voice scratchy and strained. Quickly he wipes the tears away with the back of his palms, as his body trembles. “I’m a monster. A horrible human being.. I don’t.. I’m evil.” His bottom lip quivers as the teas increase even as he’s rubbing at his eyes. Her words taking over the voice of his father in his mind.

‘How many people have you lied to?’

‘You being a monster’

The tears that spill from Remus’s eyes only make Rita feel worse about the harsh words. She was stubborn, but something that went higher than her persistence was her care for the well being of her friends. Though that didn’t show sometimes, and the balance flipped in the heat of the moment, that heat was gone and she was furious with herself for letting her words get out of hand. All she had said wasn’t true. He wasn’t a monster, in fact he was the furthest from. Remus was probably the most caring person she had met, hell, he gave her the time of day and dealt with her through all the bullshit she spewed out at him.

“No.. no no Remus I’m not. I didn’t mean it, I’m telling you. You’re not evil. You’re amazing. C’mon, please.” She stepped closer to him, eyes soft and a small bubble of self hatred in her pit. Rita made Remus cry and she hated herself for it. “Please, I’m sorry.”

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Remus isn’t sure how much he’s had to drink. One answer wasway too much. He stumbled down the empty corridors doing rounds. The warmthglowed on his cheeks, his grin settled on his lips. He weaves around the cornerto the dungeon, and just before he can get to the door to ask for her. ThereRita stood. A small boyish giggle escaped his lips as he attempted a shimmydance towards her. It look painful and dreadful, since he had no clue what hewas doing.

“R-rrrrittta. Bug eyesh. I need you ..to…” He huffs a minuteand falls backwards onto his butt in the hallway. Lifting up his arms to herwith a hearty laugh. “I want to dansh with you!” He exclaimed grabbing at theair towards her. “We can do the tangerine” He coo’ed most likely meaning theTango.

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Rita’s eyes widened slightly at the stumbling, shimmying Remus coming towards her, letting out a chuckle at his drunken mess. “Yeess Loup? What do you ne- oh shit,” her hands automatically reached out, trying to catch him but not even coming close to grabbing hold of him, making him fall down backwards. A warm smile settled on her lips at his request, nodding easily, “Alright Remus, grab onto my hands and I’ll help you stand up. Then we can go dance, figure out how to do the Tangerine.” She outstretched her arms and stepped closer to him, allowing him to take them to pick himself up.

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“I wish I could bring you the world, but how can I when you are my world.” Mary responded. She had no idea what possessed her to begin flirting. Was it a desire to have some fun? Was it her usual playful manner returning to the surface despite it being oppressed for months upon months? Still, it felt exhilarating to act as if everything was completely normal and that she didn’t have people lining up down the block to kill her.

“I must be in a museum because you are a work of art,” Rita replied with a smile, pulling a piece of hair behind her ear. Flirting hadn’t been something she had done in a while, especially not with another girl. School had started getting to her and getting turned down had started becoming exhausting, she didn’t have the time for it anyways. So, this was refreshing, to just have fun for once.

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“Don’t ever change.”

Rita Skeeter tended to be careful when she was a beetle, after all she really didn’t want to get found out for being an illegal, undocumented animagus. Usually, she watched all around her, but unfortunately she couldn’t have eyes on the back of her head when she was scuttling along the floor. Kicked, though fortunately not stepped on, and hitting a wall, she was in pain but couldn’t do much about it. Remaining close to the wall, she got to an empty classroom by creeping through underneath the door.

Not sure of who else to ask for help, she earlier sent a letter to Remus, hoping that he would come and help her. Rita couldn’t go to the hospital wing, there’d be too many questions and besides, she didn’t trust them as much as she trusted him. Head throbbing, she sighed, “Thank you for coming, you’re a good friend. Please don’t ever change.”

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nicomulciber‌:

Mulciber was in a crappy mood. Which meant he would make Rita as uncomfortable as possible. Rita Skeeter was possibly never in a comforting mood, as far as his thoughts went. She was too busy spreading the gossip words around school. Possibly hanging out with the mudbloods, she was almost as bad as his blood traitor cousins the Prewetts. Except he knew what she had that they didn’t. The dark mark he had carved into her arm, of course she didn’t know it was him. “I’m trying again now.”He spoke with a crude laugh.

He piqued her interest when he inquired about the scar- well his scar he had given her himself. The bitch had it coming. If it hadn’t been him raging it could have easily been someone else just as deranged as him. Maybe Jackson would have cut her arm off, they had real talent. “Why wouldn’t I? Come on Skeeter. Show me a little skin where the scar is. Unless, you’re scared one of your muddy friends is going to see it.” The boy taunts.

Nicolas was really pissing Rita off, why couldn’t he just leave her alone? It was obvious that they didn’t like one another, it would be so much easier if he just let her be. But, that’s not what Mulciber was known for, no he was known for torturing others and so far he was living up to his reputation. Then again though, she’s not sure if she’d like it very much if he was suddenly being nice to her, that’d be uncomfortable, weird. That’d only happen if he needed or was plotting something. Rolling her eyes, she shook her head, “Well, all I can offer is a ‘things will get better soon,’ hope you’re happy.”

Gritting her teeth, Rita tried to not show her anger but she knew it was slipping. Why would she let herself be vulnerable in front of people, even worse in front of him. People would assume they got along at least a little considering they were on the same Quidditch team. Not at all, he really just got on her last fucking nerve, i.e right now. Sighing, she glanced around before rolling up her sleeve to reveal the scar on her arm. She figured if she didn’t do it reluctantly, he’d force her to do it anyways. Showing it to him, Rita glared, “Happy now?”

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“I don’t think I could ever be an angel, because there is nothing as divine as you.” Mary replied smoothly, greatly enjoying the flirting session. It was… normal. Ordinary. It was the kind of light hearted fun that was a rarity these days. She was so glad she abandoned her approach of just yelling, this was way more fun. Mary loved playing harmless flirting games with people. In this case, she had a feeling they were both very well aware this was to pass the time, and not anything serious, which meant that they could go as exaggerated as they wanted, and that was way more fun than even genuine flirting.

This was them just messing around, and it was fun. It was really fun actually, it meant she didn’t have to worry about being smooth, not worry too much about word choice. Transitions didn’t have to be considered, they could just say exaggerated pick up lines that were laugh worthy. “I’d offer you a cigarette, but you’re already smoking hot,” Rita’s words were said easily, she was extremely glad the other girl stopped yelling and took on this approach instead. It was the pick me up that Rita definitely needed.

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Mary had to hold back a laugh of glee. The infamous Rita Skeeter tongue tied. Oh yes, this was way more fun than anger. Mary hasn’t flirted with anyone in a while, romance was the last thing on her mind with everything that was currently going on at the moment. She hadn’t had time to even consider a relationship. But flirting was different for her, it was fun. Plus seeing Rita’s reactions was hilarious. Mary spoke again, the words rolling off her tongue effortlessly. She didn’t have to think whenever it came to teasing. Plus, she was definitely gorgeous, so it was easy. Mary twirled a curly strand of brown hair. “I wouldn’t say I’ve died and gone to heaven, because you are hotter than hell.” Mary drawled, an easy tone to her voice.

Rita hated being like this, not knowing what to say. It was just so unexpected, Mary went from screaming at her to flirting with her. But after a few moments, she got a hold of herself, easing up and getting her voice back. She certainly didn’t want any type of true romance with Mary, she wasn’t quite her type, but flirting she could do. So, she allowed a small smirk to appear on her lips, “Did you happen to fall down then? Because you look like an angel.” This was at the very least a good source of entertainment, something to get her mind off of the hell that had been happening recently. She didn’t mind it, it was fun.

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At times Nicolas liked to inspect his work, of course she hadn’t remembered he was the one to give her the mark on her arm. Call him a freak again, and she might get a matching pair. He placed a hand over his chest in mock shock. “Rather not? What’s the matter Skeeter? Not muddy enough for you?” The chilling cackle slowly leaves his lips. The murderous glint in his vivid blues ignites at the idea of harming her again. Pain was the way of life, and the night in question she had learned that lesson.

He moved in closer with a toothy chaotic grin. “Please, hold me. It hurts so bad.” The boy drops his deep baritone voice a few octaves to intently mimic the girl in front of. A clear of his throat as he lets out another breathless insane giggle. This was amusing him for now. “How about.. I’ll go away if you show your old pal Mulciber the scar.”

Rita couldn’t help but clench her jaw at the word ‘muddy,’ getting the feeling that he was referencing towards Remus. Insults could be hurtled at her all day without complaint, she got that regularly, but she didn’t like it when people said shit about people like him. He was good, didn’t deserve to get shit on. Anger flowed through her, but she couldn’t show it, or flip out, that wouldn’t be good news. A smile stayed on her lips, “Just not in the comforting mood. Sorry, Mulciber. Try again later?” Noticing a new look in his eyes, Rita got sudden goosebumps. What was it with him that bothered her so badly.

The continued mocking bothered her, sure. But it wasn’t something she couldn’t deal with. What really put her off though, was his request to see the scar on her forearm, which had barely even started faded, months after the fact. She wondered if it would ever fade at all. Blinking, Rita asked, “Why... would you want to see the scar?”

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Amycus huffed. Of course he wasn’t the worst thing to walk the planet. He had, after all, met his own father. But still a man had to have some standards. People ought to shrink away from him in hallways the same way they did for Nico, Maybe the school just needed another reminder… Something to ponder more on later.

He reached out and tugged gently on her sleeve, remembering the equally confusing but much easier to read letter he’d received from her recently.

“Hey, Rita? About umm, about the other letters. You uh, you got one from me didn’t you?”

Rita sighed at the boy’s huff, but chose not to address it, more distracted by the tug on her sleeve from him. Furrowing her brows, she thought about the letter she had from him, sitting in her pocket. She almost forgot about it, before he mentioned it. Pulling the letter from Amycus out of her pocket she nodded.

“Yeah uh- I did. And... you got one from me, right?” She wasn’t sure how she felt about the piece of parchment between her fingers. It was obvious that he was too hard on himself throughout it, but that was nothing new. At the end though, he called her his friend, and she couldn’t help but smile over that.