sεcяεтs / sǝɔɹǝʇs

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carrow.

“ why, it certainly couldn’t hurt, now, could it? “   liking rita wasn’t always the done thing. still; alecto felt herself listing more and more these days towards not caring. her own reputation, painstakingly curated over seventeen years, could take some recklessness in stride. there was no point in sticking her nose up at rita just for the sake of it.   “ bad bitch just seems like a logical progression for you. “   her smile was scrunched - nose sweet; teetering between sly and nearly genuine.   “ your congratulations mean a lot, “  she said, slyness winning out.   “ I thought   —   why, sometimes less really is more, right? totally planned, chic minimalism. “

skeeter.

fingers brushed her pouted lips before she was touching alecto’s cheek, head turning in a distracted fashion to avoid the ravenclaw’s reaction.  her gaze sought the comfort of intoxication, brow furrowed with her thoughts dedicated on how precisely to respond to a positive reception. it was, to be fair, a unique experience. her head was light, her mood so easily won over by the attention,  ❝  i never understood the idea.   less  ?   who would've guessed  ?  but i don’t know that i’l ever doubt your taste again.  ❞   her words slightly distracted, she jumped at the sight of unattended cups, already snatching them from their home as though they’d belonged to the blonde all along. she passed one to alecto and sipped from her cup without another glance to see if the other girl accepted or not. there was a giddy curve to her lips, even as the telltale bitter taste spread over her lips and warmed her stomach.   ❝  now what precisely are you meant to be ?  a  queen ?  ❞   eyebrows lifted with approval, she moved to encircle the brunette. the obtrusive scrutiny leaning towards an unintended rudeness.  

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jones.

               hestia  didn’t  move,  merely  arching  an  eyebrow  at  the  other.  the  other  girl  was  beautiful,  there  was  no  denying  that.  it  was  too  bad  she  knew  it  too.   ❛   —   oh,  i  don’t  know,  i'm  enjoying  myself  just  FINE  already.  but  i’m  sure  you  can  find  yourself  some  greasy-haired  stud  to  dance  with  instead.   ❜

skeeter.

❝    that’s doubtful with everyone standing on the sidelines too good for the dance floor.   ❞    rita rolled her eyes, her head falling back with laughter at the girl’s assurances.  but if hestia had meant to deflate rita’s bubble of excitement, she had succeeded, her flavorful mood settling to a dull hue of boredom. to disguise the shift, rita brushed hair from her shoulder in a show of confidence,  ❝    well sorry doll, i didn’t curl my hair for hours to stand around.  ❞   shrugging, rita forced a skip into step as she bounced away.

[zelvars]

fall out boy // young and menace

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lupin.

      。•  * ☪     ❛   if  i’d  have  known  i  was  doing  an  interview   ,                 i  would’ve  worn  my  fancy  shoelaces   .   ❜

skeeter.

❝   lesson learned.  one can never be too               careful      isn’t that right,  lupin  ?     ❞     

[ryanqosling]

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GREASE (1978) dir. Randall Kleiser

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fortescue.

             " YOU’RE ALWAYS PRETTY, DANGEROUS but lovely nonetheless  —- dangerously lovely. “ the brunette confirmed as she watched the blonde take one of the now empty seats next to her. watching with certain interest as she reached for one of the glasses on said table. a sigh of relief slipping out as soon as she watched her do so, which did make her feel guilty but hey a girl could never be too careful right? so she once more reached for her own and raised it to her lips before setting down. “ several, actually. “ she admitted with a sheepish smile, the memory of the slow dance still making her feel light headed for a reason she’d yet to figure out. “ what about you? has anyone dared to take SANDY for a spin? “

skeeter.

she was happy with this description, lips sealed to argument but curved into a softer smile. whatever people had to say about her, there was something empowering in striking a little fear with your presence alone.  lonely.   maybe,   but empowering. her neck lengthened, chin lowering as she studied alice through her lashes,   ❝  can  you   imagine anyone so brave ?   ❞   she shifted suddenly, glancing over the crowd, the rim meeting her lip for yet another swig.  rita skeeter wasn’t much for sharing  about  herself..  none of these bitches had the stomach for that thrill ride.   one side of her mouth rose in a cruel smirk, gaze flashing as she returned her full attention to alice once more,   ❝  several  ?  mmm,  franklin is pretty swoon worthy in all those buttons. . . .  and how’s your heart taking the match of the century ?  pitter patter.   ❞    

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mulciber.

        。•  * ☪        ❛   thank  you   ,   ❜    he  replied   ,   tossing  in  a  wink  as  he  clicked  his  tongue   .    ❛   but  it’s  bold  of  you  to  assume  i’ve  reached  my  peak   .   ❜     his  words  emerged  in  a  slow  drawl   ,   darkened  hues  remaining  steady  as  he  tilted  his  head   .   petty  was  such  a  nasty  word   .   he  preferred  creative   .   making  a  face   ,    he  studied  the  girl  before  him   ,   looking  for  subtle  nuances  that  would  otherwise  be  missed   .   rita  was  always  a  mystery   ,   if  only  because  she  knew  everything  about  everyone  else          ALMOST  everyone  else  .  he  might  not  have  been  so  keen  to  joke  around  with  her  had  she  known  about  the  skeletons  in  his  closet   .     ❛   oh  yeah   ?   and  what  am  i  supposed  to  do   ,   make  him  wait   ?   sorry   ,   skeets   .   potter  waits  for  no  one    .    ❜     and  with  that   ,   he  pressed  down  on  the  temples  of  his  glasses   ,   wiggling  them  up  and  down    .     ❛   and  neither  do  i    .   so  you  wanna  keep  talkin’  or  do  you  wanna  get  a  drink   ?   ‘cause  one  of  those  options  involves  me  fuckin’  off   .    ❜

skeeter.

she said nothing to his dismissal, expression falling almost imperceptibly as she shoved away from the wall.  maybe a part of her hated her quick reaction, body shoving away from her place of rest just to calm a perceived sourness in his tone  and yet she’d moved as though the word option had not graced his lips. at times she could be compelled to please, compelled into action by all the wrong things. but her motives truly weren’t so complicated as people liked to imagine.  just pure and simple   daddy issues.     ❝  like that’s even a question, sweets. i haven’t had a drink in  ages.  think the punch is spiked yet ?  ❞   the blonde wondered, flicking her hair and bouncing her head  to draw energy back into her movements. as she passed, a hand found his shoulder to tug his frame in her wake. as though it’d been    her    idea to abandon the brief moment of relaxation all along.   ❝  ‘less you want a hit of this ?  ❞   she spun to face him, inches away with sandy’s signature cig drawn from an unmentionable place, heavily laced with more than cloves. the blunt rolled between her blood red claws as she lowered her words to avoid having to share with anyone else.   ❝   no one’ll notice with all that shite macdonald’s strung up everywhere.  ❞ 

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carrow.

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“ well, I don’t know if I ever expected to hear these words come out of my mouth, but I really like your hair tonight, rita. perhaps you should consider wearing a costume everyday if these are the results. “

skeeter.

❝  and permanently embrace the spirit of a  bad bitch ?  . . .  let’s consider it done. ❞  her smile was lighter than usual, the blonde oddly touched by the gesture considering the  known  care alecto carrow put towards her own locks.   ❝ i guess this would be where i congratulate the destruction you’ve done towards your fellow party planner’s egos. your section is positively effortless.  ❞   she winked, her head bobbing in approval and smile widening with a chuckle quick to follow. 

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fortescue.

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            “ YOU LOOK CHEERFUL WHO’S drink did you poison? at least tell me that it’s one far away from this table i just had a  —- i mean s’nice to see you having fun skeeter, happy suits you. “

skeeter.

❝  then i must  always  look suited.  ❞   rita observed as she plopped into the seat nearest the gryffindor,  all too ready to take a breather from incessant movement. her fingers moved to snatch the glass from in front of the other girl, the rim meeting her lips and her brows rose as she met alice’s eye in silent challenge.   ❝  ----have a dance with your hatter yet  ?  ❞ 

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black.

             " TELL ME SOMETHING DEAR WHEN, you speak do you actually hear it? or is there some roaring noise, stopping you from doing so? “ as much as her choice of words were meant to offend, narcissa would be lying if she didn’t admit that she often wondered what rita skeeter’s thought process could possibly look like. it was as one would call it a healthy curiosity.  it was almost admirable in a way,  the fact that she could express herself so easily. narcissa had never been as forward, despite her loud protesting with most things  — so in a sense yes, rita could be considered brave… or well she would be if it weren’t so irritating.  “ more like i’m fond of the idea of retaining my dignity. “ she corrected with a shrug. “ but no matter i do understand how the concept could be DIFFICULT to understand for you those who’ve never had such a thing. “ another elongated pause. “ so please, do continue. “

skeeter.

❝  what was that,  dear  ?  ❞    rita paused long enough only to pluck at a fallen, long, blonde strand that clung to the cotton of her leggings, tone and manner clearly un-phased by insult. in fact, she found the whole thing rather  funny.   was she supposed to care about these people ?  was she meant to feign investment in the absolute travesties that would ensue if anyone dared to realize she was   enjoying   herself ?   her hand moved to flick thick hair from her shoulder, as though brushing away any traces of   seriousness  from her person and their conversation.  the gaze she cast in the other’s direction was judgmental,  lips lifting pretty and gentle as laughter bubbled at the bottom of her throat,    ❝   ‘ retain your dignity ‘ ?  is it slipping ? you’d better be careful or i might think to spread the idea there was something   WRONG   with you, narcissa.  ❞    like a flick of a switch, rita’s playfulness had shifted and she went from laughing with a fellow classmate, to cackling with aggressive conviction   AT  her.      ❝   always laugh last,  sweets.   ❞   and with a last scoff, she turned her back to find a more willing participant in her games.

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mulciber.

      。•  * ☪     ❛   bullshit   ,  ❜    cassius  laughed  under  his  breath    ,    moving  to  brush  her  hand  away  only  for  his  glasses  to  be  pushed  about   .   jesus  ,   how  did  potter  manage  with  those  bloody  things  all  day   ?    ❛     shit  girl   ,   watch  it   …   best  believe  i’ll  give  you  detention  if  ya  keeping  muckin’  about   .  ‘cause  that’s  what  i  do  when  i  feel  threatened   .   or  even  mildly  inconvenienced   .   now   ,   have  ya  seen  lily   ?   i’m  going  to  go  insult  her   ,    and  then  ask  if  she’d  like  to  hold  my  hand   .    ❜   raising  a  brow  as  he  waited  for  an  answer   ,   he  smirked   ,   all  too  amused  by  the  ridiculous  game   .   cassius  really  had  no  problem  with  rita   .   so  she  was  hated  by  most  of  the  student  population   ?   big  whoop   .   so  was  he   !

skeeter.

she was laughing at the impression, chin lifted and cheeks aching, the slytherin always up for the chance to poke   fun   at anyone, or thing.  breath returned to her chest enough that she could nod in answer, lips pouting with the same amount of sympathy she felt the situation deserved,   ❝   you’re so  complicated, potter !  i don’t know how she’s resisted your charm thus far.   ❞   rita’s frame collapsed, winded, shoulders knocking against a pillar at the dance floor’s edge, her gaze flicking briefly away from his new frames to their surroundings.   ❝  but from one stalker to another, i’m afraid i haven’t seen her. ---you might be stuck with me.  ❞   she’d calmed enough that she could study his efforts with a little more care, the game ending as curiosity arose, finger rising to gesture to the boy’s appearance,   ❝  you’ve achieved peak   PETTY  .   i love and admire it, mullers.  ❞   while this might’ve been insulting from anyone else, she appeared   only   amused, her features hurting from dredging through the depths to bring genuine delight to the surface. she moved to tug at the fringe of  his tie, drawing him closer for the sharing of conspiracy,   ❝   oh---  gods,  i hope he sees you. don’t let me miss   that,  alright love ?  ❞ 

[jokerous]

Candy (2006)

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@mulciburr

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black.

             " NO. “ the word slipped the blonde’s lips with conviction, arms folded delicately across her chest judgement clearly reflected in ocean colored eyes. “ but i will more than gladly watch you twirl AWAY from me. “ she added with a tilt of her chin. “ now, please. “ authoritative and polite, but narcissa would be damned if she made a fool of herself in any situation  —  a silly school dance would be no different.  “ and hey i may even pretend to be amused. “

skeeter.

❝   oh i understand completely.   ‘ hate to see her go, love to watch her leave ‘ , hm ?   ❞    leather crinkled in the creases of her elbows as she reached to plant a hand on the height of her belt. rita held no shame in giving her housemate a swift wink and a flash of the curves from her slim waist to hip, bright gaze searching for the satisfaction of a   reaction.  her lips pouted to mock the other’s bittersweet delicacies, chin lifting to sing an uncontrollable chuckle of amusement,  ❝  don’t be shy, sweets. you look good enough to eat too, why waste those good looks away to old bitty status on the sidelines ? don’t tell me you’re feeling   self conscious  ? ❞