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rita skeeter. bubblegum sweet and cyanide deadly. 

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emmelinc:

 —– “If you’re ever in need of some good reading material,” Emmeline started. “I highly recommend this month’s issue of Hourglass. There’s a very interesting article on the Witch burnings in the fourteenth century., which is definitely worth a read. It talks about the injustice women — especially muggle women — faced and the nature of it all, rather than how actual witches dealt with it. It’s just a very refreshing – and important – take on it all.”

Rita always kept up to date with most, if not all of the wixen publications. How could she do a good job otherwise? She was unsure if the one Dorcas had mentioned was a wix one or a muggle one, but the article itself seemed familiar. Rita had been steeped in work, lately, and while she normally enjoyed it, she’d felt a sort of malaise. “Ah, really? I felt the research on that one could have been done better. If I’m remembering the right one, it failed to account for many of the circumstances faced by other muggle ‘witches’ around the world.” 

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jcmspotter:

“ how can i even be sure this is actually yours ?  i mean, i know for a fact a lot of people own the same wallet. it seems to be in trend… “

"Potter," she said, her tone wheedling, "what if I told you I was on the edge of a breakthrough, and the confirmation was in that wallet?" She'd been bored, lately, and had followed the underground Gobstones circuit. The wallet owner had likely been selling fake Gobstones, leading to some of the mysterious increase of first to fourth years in the Hospital Wing. 

But Potter didn't need to know that, yet. She wanted to be the one to break the story, viciously exposing the shitwad of a fifth year who thought it'd be funny to play a cruel prank or two. "The scoop would be very helpful, indeed."

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captain-bones:

“Is it cheating if I already know when tryouts are for league teams?”

"Why feel bad about an advantage you didn't fight to get?" Rita said, shrugging. "Life deals people shitty hands. You don't seem to have one, so be happy."

[rpmememaker]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

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silcschxmbcrlin:

Silas’ eyes went wide for a moment, wondering if she had actually been talking to him. After a moment, they shrunk back to their regular size, a small nod coming after as he followed her. He took the glass, gratefully. “Are you having a good time?”

"Of course," she said, looking over Silas. How out of place the drink seemed in his hand, though Rita stopped herself from thinking about it further. "I'm on break for a couple of hours," she said. "As fun as it would be to find out likely juicy information from all the lovers, it's far too much for me to do. And you? How are you finding Valentine's day?"

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oftonkses:

“Ah!” Ted thrust a fist in the air, triumphant with a vehement nod, “Finally - someone with the right bloody idea.” He wasn’t quite fond of Rita Skeeter, but her proximity to the booze made her markedly less threatening. “How’d you smuggle that past the teachers? Thought they were checkin’ everyone.”

"This is a first from you, Tonks," she said. "I don't think you've said a good word to me since I last spread a rumour about you and Black." Rita shrugged. "The only one who's passed by is Johnson, and I've got dirt on him so he kept quiet."

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svptima-vector:

“Who am I to say no to some firewhiskey?” She shrugged. “Hopefully it’ll make this whole thing more entertaining.”

"I think it ought to," Rita said, grinning. "Especially when the little firsties begin to blend together." She narrowed her eyes at the throng of first years passing by. 

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jcmspotter:

“no, pass. “ it didn’t take long for james to realize the scene unfolding before him. it was all too familiar, with all the parties and events he has attended through out his school years, and if he didn’t have any responsibility he would’ve given in. “ and if anything— shouldn’t you be offering someone else than the headboy? “

"Pass, Potter?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "New year, new you? This is certainly not something I expected." She grinned up at him, patting the seat beside her. "I don't discriminate when I decide to have fun. Do you?" She raised a glass up at him and took a sip.

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malfcyisms:

   raising a brow at the anger that was clearly being thrown his way, he grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. “now that’s the rita i want to see.” he teased, wanting to see how far he could push her. he honestly didn’t want the drink, he would have took it otherwise. “i plan on leaving in ten minutes, i’m not taking the drink to be rude.”

Rita deflated; trust Lucius to try and keep her on edge all the damn time. "Shut your trap, Malfoy, and have a shot. It'll take you a second," she said, grumbling. He was irritating, but alcohol made friends of everyone, even smarmy arsehats like him. 

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acciodora:

  ❛ i have a strange feeling we are becoming friends, rita, ❜ pandora said, almost nervously, remembering their previous encounter. at first, the hufflepuff girl was quite unlike herself and came off very rude. rita skeeter ( unlike how pandora thought she would be ) was rather calm and kind; a new side of her shining through pandora hadn’t thought existed. much has changed since that last encounter, the weight that was holding pandora down losing some of it’s ton. pandora was on the track to becoming herself again, and wanted to find out a bit more about the other girl. ❛ i can’t drink too much, but i’ll have a bit. ❜

"You sound scared, Pandora," she said, her grin wide. "I promise not to sink my claws in you and your love affairs," Rita added, "as long as you take this shot." Truth be told, Rita was kidding—it was far too early to spread the news about it if she wanted it to last. She'd break it when they were ready, a favour she only afforded to those Rita actually liked. "Excellent! I'll charm it a little sweet for you so it goes down easier. Any preferences for candy flavours?" she said, her wand poised at the rim of the shot glass.

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aconitumed:

❛ i don’t think this is a good idea … ❜   he refers to the enchanted bow and DISCARDED arrow he bought from borgin and burkes for a galleon, staring at the couple of third years that were now a giggling mess as they blushed; masked feelings of the affectionate kind spilling out from their mouths whilst an impressed benji stands by in the shadows, merely watching the scene unfold.  there’s now an unlimited amount of options coming to mind upon finding that he had a cupid's bow in his possession, and it showed in the roguish smile that decorated his face.  ❛ … i think this is a bloody GREAT idea.  ❜

Rita turned a critical eye at Ben's get-up, noting the bow and arrow and the almost-sinister vibe they gave off. Looking up, she noticed the third years, and her brow furrowed at their public display of affection. "Children," she muttered, rolling her eyes. "How exactly does it work, Fenwick?" she said quietly, the gears turning in her mind. She grinned. "Seems like an excellent way to end Valentine's."

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malfcyisms:

    his face scrunched up at her offer, crossing his arms over his chest as he slowly made his way over to her. he hated this with all of his heart but there were people he wanted to see and things he had to say, thus him parading around. “i’m not taking the drink, skeeter. but if you have something to say to me, go ahead and say it.”

Rita had grown tired of Lucius's antics. At every turn, he'd been rude to her, and while that was par for the course with nearly everyone else, she'd thought they had at least a semblance of a friendship. Now was the cherry on top of the ice cream cone—she'd not even been talking to him, and he'd found the opportunity to be a complete arse. "Why don't you fuck off, then?" she said, filter taken away by the shots she'd consumed. "I don't know why I bothered trying to talk to you in the first place."

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ofedmunds:

Absently, he reached up to the bookshelf at his shoulder and slipped a random book from its place, turning over the worn spine and running a finger along the faded golden accents. The title was in something that appeared to be Greek - a language that Edmund had not yet mastered, though it was high on his list. He studied it for a moment, feeling Rita’s eyes upon him - surely she was skeptical as to why he was here; he hardly knew himself. The late hours made him aimless; there was far too much on his mind to simply sit still, however. And snooping over the shoulder of the one person who lived perched upon the shoulders of everyone in the castle, catching their secrets before they could fully form on their tongues, was as interesting a distraction as any. 

He raised one brow at her question, book flipped lazily open to a random page, then snapped shut once more. “Not this time,” he smirked, “Bit sore from the last one - you understand. Everyone needs a break now and then. Not all of us can keep ourselves preoccupied with flying monkeys and ways to cheat at Quidditch - some of us just wander.” The silence, no matter how false his earlier assertions, was an undeniable truth. Edmund gave the book one last look, and a quick dusting with his palm, before sliding it back onto the shelf. “At least we Greengrasses don’t have any strange desires to turn into primates - but, hey, no judgement.”

The last one, he'd said, and Rita raised her brow as she ran quickly through the list of suspects. "This last one," Rita said sweetly, attempting to turn the tables on him, "tell me about her." She felt a mild twinge of jealousy; Edmund was good-looking and intelligent enough for her, but she'd much rather dish gossip than involve herself in it. Flying monkeys: had that been a reference to The Wizard of Oz? That story would be far more juicy to her than a simple snogging.

"Do you fly often?" Rita said, storing the piece of information for later keeping. "I'd prefer not to look like a monkey with wings—I've already heard enough from my lovely, lovely fans about my simian features." Tonight seemed to be a vulnerable night for Rita. Caught unawares, tired, and frustrated, she was sharing more than she was normally comfortable with. "Sometimes I feel I'd trade my brain for a heart, but what a waste that would be."

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"Come," Rita said, gesturing at the general populace, "have a drink with me." She picked up one of the small chocolates from the basket at the table, removed the sickening rose gold foil, and popped it into her mouth. Delicious. Wordlessly, she poured out another glass of contraband Ogden's for the person who'd decided to take her up on her offer. 

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acciodora:

pandora looked over at her, noting the small, sad smile on the other’s lips. ❝ i didn’t even know you really knew who i was, but thank you. a part of me wants to tell you, because i believe that you would give an unbiased opinion, but as you said….❞ pandora frowned slightly, knowing too well that trusting rita skeeter wasn’t exactly wise. though pandora appreciated the concern, whether it was genuine or not, she would still keep her lips sealed over her private matters. rita’s next words made pandora smile, though…the annoyed feeling she had earlier gone. ❝ who knew–– that rita skeeter was all along keeping us entertained with gossip to get our minds off of all the terribleness in the world. thank you rita. ❞

"Cho, you'd be surprised at what I know about the people at Hogwarts," Rita said dryly. "Even about this," she added, waving her hand haphazardly, "moment of weakness for the both of us, my lips are sealed. I'll say you had a particularly bad cramp, or something." Rita laughed. "Don't go expecting me to be a saint. Now, run along, and make sure never to tell your friends that I'm not the biggest and nosiest bitch around."

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itsglendabitch:

She wasn’t unaware of Rita and what she was like, she’d been with Althea long enough to know much about her and the few gossip slams she had given Glenda herself over the year. “I would think of someone of your apparent intellect you could gather that yourself. Aren’t you meant to be skilled up in investigatory means?” she mocked, looking down in the box with a smirk.

Glenda had been on the receiving end of some of the gossip Rita had spread, though most of it was true, especially all the ones pertaining to her relationship with Althea. Rita only really spread false rumours about people she didn't like, and Glenda was more in the neutral zone. That didn't stop Rita from nearly rolling her eyes at the other's comments, however. "The fastest means to information is asking, dearest," she said with a smile. 

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ofpuregreengrass:

“Oh, now that you mention it yes.” Desdemona cleared her throat, sitting up like she was about to announce the world’s biggest news. “Are you taking notes? Ready? I’d just like to say that I think Rita Skeeter is a nosy little know it all who should know where to stay out of one's business. Oh, and if you could add that I’m a far better quidditch player than Amycus too I’d really appreciate it.” The strawberry blonde smiled sweetly.

Rita laughed. "You must think you're all that, Greengrass," she said, shaking her head at Mona's attempt at sass. "Though if you need me to help you announce your supposed Quidditch superiority to the world, Carrow must have excellent PR."