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rita skeeter. sixteen. ravenclaw. future reporter. who's there with her camera and her pen?

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thomasavcry‌:

WHO: Thomas Avery & anyone WHERE: A hallway on the first floor WHEN: Sometime in March, 1978

“Yes, I do agree – goblins are far too intelligent to only be working the economy.” Thomas nodded, knowing fully well he was speaking out of his arse. He regretted talking to this fifth-year girl – she had such a pretty face, he couldn’t help it, but Merlin, was she boring. He reached a hand out to the person passing by him. “Oi! Haven’t seen you in a bit, how are you doing?”  Thomas wrapped his arm around the shoulders of the person, waving at the fifth-year as he continued walking with the person.

Rita had just placed the finishing touches on the weekly edition of the school paper, and was content to be on her way to the Great Hall to gather more information, when a familiar voice - and hand - stopped her in her tracks. “Thomas!” She exclaimed happily, before noticing the now disappearing fifth year they were leaving behind. Looking over at her new companion, she grinned, but raised a brow. “Thomas Avery what on earth were you doing with Norah Prescott? She hardly seems like your usual company.”

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zeldakar‌:

They were so, so close to one another, Zelda realized. Her heart rate sped up as she twirled away from Rita. She hated the distance between the two - so she pressed her back against the girl, closing the space. The music was booming and Zelda prayed that the party wouldn’t get busted any time soon. “Where have you been all my life, Rita Skeeter?”

Rita grinned as Zelda moved closer, one hand moving to rest on her waist as her other intertwined with Zelda’s. She let out a small laugh at the question, “I’m always here, darling!”, before she was turning Zelda to face her. Both of her hands came to rest on the girl’s waist, before Rita was eyeing her, her eyes glinting in the haze of the party. “Tell me, is it getting hot in here?”

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zeldakar‌:

Zelda nearly squealed as Rita took her hand from under her chin. She felt an odd sensation at her touch, her heart beating quickly as she walked closer to the girl. She was so used to being taller than her romantic conquests, but there Rita stood, hovering over Zelda - it made Zelda feel giddy with joy. She stood on her tip-toes, placing a light kiss on Rita’s lips. “Come, let’s dance.”

Stories be damned, there was something much more important happening at this party, and it had everything to do with Zelda. If Rita couldn’t leave with her, none of it would prove to be worth it. Before she could even place thoughts together, Zelda was kissing her (it was over far too soon). But dancing - dancing was good! Dancing meant being close, and Rita desperately craved that. "I’d love nothing more.” Using the hand she was already holding, Rita lead Zelda towards the dance floor, before pulling her close.

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zeldakar‌:

WHO: Zelda Kar & Rita Skeeter (@skeetering-beetle) WHEN: Saturday, March 18th, 1978 WHERE: The Room of Requirement

Zelda was not one to attend a party, but she figured she would give it a shot tonight, as she was seriously lacking in friends lately. So, she dolled herself up and headed down to the Room of Requirement, thought really hard, and found herself sipping on a drink. After ten minutes of wandering around, Zelda felt a pang in her chest as she set her goblet down. There stood Rita Skeeter, beautiful as ever with her brown hair and hazel eyes - Zelda headed towards her, approaching her from behind. “Hello,” She stood tall and clasped her hands together, holding them under her chin. “Do you have a moment to talk - or dance - or snog?”

Rita Skeeter loved parties. All of the best stories came from people when they let their inhibitions go, and she did not plan on missing any. She had accepted the drink without a second thought, but after only a few minutes of being at the party, any thought of a story had left her mind - who cared about writing at a time like this?! Turning to face Zelda she smiled, taking one of the other girl’s hands from under her chin “Oh darling. There’s nothing I’d like more.”

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emmyvance‌:

“Rita,” Emmeline groaned, rubbing her temples with the tips of her fingers. “It doesn’t matter if it’s true, you just can’t publish something like that without asking me first. What if I get in trouble for using an Unforgivable Curse? Then what?”

“Well maybe you should have considered that before you did it...” Rita watched the other, confused as to why that question even needed to be answered. Consequences were natural. “I can’t just say no to a story, Emmeline.”

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beauwilkinson‌:

“I’m not mad at you for writing the truth.” Beau said, gritting his teeth. “I’m only mad at you for bothering me about it.” Lord, didn’t she have anything else to do?

“I don’t work with Americans often,” Rita started, folding her hands in front of her. “But your sister was quite upset with what I published and I don’t need to deal with her and you.” Looking at him, she raised a brow. “So, if this is you swearing that you won’t come after me or my stories, I think we’re all set.”

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quentin-crabbe‌:

“And a half?” He asked rather curiously. “Look, I don’t mind if you go off and write it. I’m more curious as to what counts as half a witness.” 

Rita tilted her head to the side - wasn’t it obvious? “Quentin, dear, if they’re under the age of fourteen, their minds are still highly moldable, making anything they say just a little bit less valid. So, half a witness.”

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pinkyparkinson‌:

“Well those three and a half witnesses are lying, Rita.” Pinky said, shaking her head in protest. “I would never wear those socks with those heels and you know it.”

“But that’s the story, Pinky, love!” Rita shrugged - she liked the blonde well enough, but no one could be perfect. “Why did you choose to do it? What in Merlin’s name possessed you to think that it was a good idea? It’s the stuff stories are made of.”

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savannah-wilkinson‌:

“The truth” Savannah repeated under her breath with a huff of laughter, overhearing Rita’s conversation. “Careful, Rita. Opinion is not the same as fact, and representing it as such very well might constitute libel.” Savannah warned, flipping through the pages of her Transfiguration textbook. 

Rita crossed her arms as she looked Savannah up and down - the American clearly had no idea how to craft an interesting story. “A direct quote is not opinion, Savannah.” She raises a brow - was the blonde really threatening her? “What you said was your opinion. I present it, and then give my loyal readers my thoughts. That’s journalism.”

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“You said it out loud, loud enough for people to hear and it’s been confirmed by at least three and a half witnesses. That makes it true.” Rita shrugged, no longer caring to speak to the person in front of her. “You can’t get mad at me for writing about the truth.”

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Rita was bustling with energy, weaving her way through unsuspecting first years and clumsy third years, trying to get to the Great Hall as fast as possible. The lunchtime buzz had already begun, and Rita quickly found her place, before here eyes fell on a quiet observer. “Darling, sitting and staring doesn’t get you anywhere in life. Trust me. Come closer, have a seat. Let’s talk.”

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pinkyparkinson:

Pinky had been feeling majorly out of sorts for the entire day, unable to get the image of Zhenya’s bleeding body out of her mind. The sound of her crying, the way her blood had stained her clothes. The Professors had allowed her to change, but they hadn’t given her enough time to take a shower, and she still felt grimy and gross and upset and sad. Normally, Rita Skeeter’s presence would be welcome, as Pinky truly did love a good bit of gossip. However, today was not a normal day and she wasn’t quite sure how she felt about Rita sitting herself down on Pinky’s cot. She returned the smile, though, for she was never one to be rude. And, if she were admitting it to herself, she was a bit interested in whatever secret it was that Rita had to tell her. “Oh, c’mon Rita, you know I can keep a secret.”

Pinky seemed decidedly off. Of course, finding the body of a fellow student attacked and mangled was probably not a good experience. Rita hoped it wasn’t more. She rather liked Pinky, which was a bit strange - there weren’t many people she actually liked. Perhaps the news Rita had wasn’t what Pinky needed to be hearing in this moment.... well. Never the matter, she was going to hear it anyway. “It does have to do with a member of your house, which is just tragic beyond compare, really. And I did quite like them together. Though, I did always think it would be her leaving him, not the other way around.” 

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pandora-clarke:

Pandora was pleasantly surprised to be approached by Rita. The girls were in the same house, although they didn’t talk much. Possibly because the other girl was always buzzing around about something. A quality Pandora quite liked about her. She was always so lively and full of energy, it was never a dull moment with her around. She was able to find something interesting about every situation, which was no doubt what she was currently doing. “I’d love to hear it. I’m quite the good secret keeper.” 

Rita knew the other girl well enough - they shared a house, but Rita wouldn’t have considered them particularly close. She wasn’t particularly close to most people, admittedly. Apparently people were afraid of their own truths and didn’t like them being shared, but that was no bother. Still, the other girl was kind enough, Rita supposed. Keeping a secret wasn’t really what she intended, but if she didn’t tell anyone about this she was almost sure she would explode with anticipation. She wondered though - perhaps Pandora would have information that would help her. Looking the older girl over, she raised a brow. “Tell me, darling. Did you see Amara at all last night?”

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floconstable:

The attacks had terrified Florence, and she had plugged her ears with her fingers whenever someone started talking about them. It was not a foolproof method, however, so she found little carrots and stuck them in her ears. Thens he made eye contact with Rita Skeeter – Flo’s eyebrows rose in concern as she thought about what was coming. Rita was generally alright to Flo, so she had no real issues with her. So she pulled a carrot stick out and shifted over in her cot. “I cannot keep a secret.” Flo said, truthfully. “What is it about?”

Rita had been at Hogwarts long enough to know not to question Flo’s actions. It usually left her more confused anyway. Shrugging off the carrots to another one of her quirks, Rita scooted a bit closer. She knew the other girl couldn’t keep a secret, but honestly, she would only tell other Hufflepuffs, and they deserved to know this information! Offering a smile, Rita placed her hands on her lap, before giving a slight shrug. “Let’s just say it involves a certain housemate of yours leaving with a certain housemate of mine...” She looked the other girl over, arching her brow a bit, trying to gauge if she understood any of what she had just said.

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belleza-immortale:

WHO: Amara Zabini and Rita Skeeter  WHEN: Tuesday, February 14th, 1978. WHERE: Courtyard, Valentines Dance

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For years Amara had clung to her place in the background, working the secrets she had learned to her advantage to expand her network of friends and companions. When someone spent all of their time watching it didn’t take long to figure out who else was doing the exact same thing. She’d never really talked with Rita Skeeter, so she didn’t know what her motives were but it was enough for her interest to be piqued. Now, she couldn’t be absolutely certain that the woman in front of her was her but it was worth a shot. “Good evening bellisima” she greeted, “are you having a good time?”

The masks were supposed to be hiding the identities of the students, but Rita knew everyone well enough to recognize most of her classmates. It was easy enough - masks didn’t really hide all that much, anyway. And even if she couldn’t tell, the moment the other girl spoke Italian, Rita knew who she was speaking with. The one and only Amara Zabini. Something about her demanded a kind of respect, and Rita could go with that. Offering a smile, she turned so that she was fully facing her new companion. “Oh hello.” She fingered her roses, before her eyes met the other set through the mask. “I must admit that I find anonymity rather intriguing, don’t you? It makes everything all the more interesting.”

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celebritiesrock:

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seersybilltrelawney:

where: the courtyard

when: february 18th, midafternoon

who: anyone

The energy in the castle had been chaotic for… well, the entire school year. Fear, dread, confusion, depression, all swirled through the air. It was, like, really difficult for Sybill to properly divine any knowledge while everyone was so high strung. She sat meditating for a moment on a stone bench in the courtyard. Her Gift buzzed softly in the back of her skull, alerting her to someone’s approach. She opened her eyes slowly, taking in her new companion. The words bubbled to her lips almost without thought, “The mood is so low around here. You know, we really need a party that doesn’t end in horrible tragedy.”

The students were allowed in the courtyard, a welcome release for most of them after being forced to stay in the castle for many of the past few days. Rita had been itching to get out - as much as she thrived in listening to others and gathering information, the overwhelming sadness, and the new procedures, were stifling. She spotted Sybill easily, and without taking a moment, carefully began backing up, trying to be as quiet as possible. She did not possess any affection for the older girl, and found most of what she said to be a load of bogus - the gift, she called it. Rita found it to be ridiculous and stupid, and did not feel the energy to keep up a conversation with the blonde. When her eyes opened and she spoke, though, Rita knew she was trapped. “Sybill! Darling!” Her words were light enough, the air of camaraderie painted across her face. “You know... you’re exactly right. This year has just been so awful, hasn’t it?”