perhaps it was lucky élodie only had first hand knowledge of one unforgivable cruse, but even with limited knowledge beyond the cruciatus curse she knew what was before her was not the result of a killing curse. the mangled body was only half hidden, almost like it’d been discarded in a bush and in the wand light the dead leaves looked black, slick and sticky with what could only be blood. it took her too long to notice a figure opposite. a blonde like her, but this one was drenched in red. “ rita? ” it was barely a breath, more air than sound, but in the silence it was deafening “ rita what have you done? “
"Se eu tivesse um galeão pra cada absurdo que escutei nessas últimas horas, com certeza estaria com uma renda maior do que a que tenho por nascença." O olho revirou ao lembrar das teorias fajutas. Ela mesma tinha uma visão bem deturpada do que seria aquilo, mas ainda tinha algo muito maior acontecendo - maior até mesmo do que previra. Dolores não era cética, mas, por vezes, tendia a possui uma visão muito restrita da magia, sendo incapaz de ver além do que seus olhos podiam enxergar e sua mente imaginar. Se fugia dos preceitos sob os quais crescera, era dito e feito: ficava perdida. "Eu sei que você escutou algo muito mais interessante que eu, então trate de desembuchar logo!" Deu um leve empurrão no ombro alheio com o próprio, sem perder o bom humor. Pouquíssimas - mas pouquíssimas mesmo - pessoas eram dignas da graça de Dolores, e essas poucas geralmente tendiam a ter um gênio parecido ou pior que o dela. Bom, é aquilo que dizem... apenas um doido pra remediar outro doido!
O Pasquim era uma ideia que ainda se estruturava e tomava uma forma física na prática. Quando criou isso, tinha apenas a intenção de verbalizar ideias, mas conforme as coisas progrediam e contos e situações da vida bruxa se desenrolavam, acreditava que podia ser muito mais coerente que O Profeta Diário. Não apenas desgostava e tinha extrema apatia com o jornal, como achava repugnante cada coluna retratando assuntos supérfluos, cheios de mentiras e falta de empatia para com a informação. Rita Skeeter, desde que entrara em Hogwarts, mais especificamente para o jornal da escola, tinha se tornado uma pedra em seu sapato. Suas ideias criativas não eram bem abraçadas no todo, então, como a boa mente de Xenophilius funcionava sempre sozinha, decidiu que, sozinho também, iria fazer o que queria, da forma que queria. Foi inesperado quando, porventura, a encontrou próximo do corredor da estufa onde algumas aulas de herbologia aconteciam. "Talvez você queira manter sua voz baixa." Embora sequer soubesse se ela iria abrir a boca na presença dele, era inegável que a língua frouxa da outra era maior que sua contenção de não falar - ainda mais sendo um rival-não-tão-declarado-assim. Ele indicou com a cabeça para o lado. "Ou vai acordar as mandrágoras. E você sabe como é difícil botar uma mandrágora pra dormir depois. Uma gritaria sem fim..." Se fosse da índole de Xenophilius, ele mesmo já teria gritado e colocado a culpa em Rita ao ir falar para a professora. Porém, algo tão infantil às vezes fugia de seu pensamento quando se permitia cogitar tais possibilidades.
welcome back to hogwarts, rita skeeter! a lot has changed since we last saw you around — you’ve got twenty - four hours until your next class starts up. coco jones is now taken.
( coco jones, twenty one , cis woman, she/her) hey, is that RITA SKEETER wandering the halls without a companion? the SEVENTH YEAR is getting bold. and here I thought the SLYTHERIN was always more vivacious, ambitious, & clever. but then they are also known to be nosy, spiteful, & vindictive, so maybe that makes sense. these hard times are enough to change anybody, I suppose. and did you hear people are saying they’re in NO ORGANIZATION? rumors fly when people are cooped up. here, I’ll show you — RITA always reminded me of constantly scribbling away, stiletto heels clacking on the floor, mouth full of white lies, words are power, wielding rumors as a weapon, using fashion as armor, using people as a stepping stone to get ahead. and I’ve heard SHE DOESN’T CARE WHO SHE HURTS IN ORDER TO BE FAMOUS. let’s hope the PUREBLOOD doesn’t get attacked by the beast. or let’s at least hope that rumor doesn’t get back to them before they do. ( brynn, 20, est, she/her)
I’ve been eyeing this rp for a hot minute so I’m so glad that you guys are active!!! and I’ve been thinking for applying for rita skeeter and I was wondering if Emma Corrin could work?
we're so glad to hear that you’re glad! and I know that everyone around here is dying to see rita, so color us doubly excited. emma would absolutely work!
welcome to hogwarts college, ANDROMEDA BLACK, ARIEL MACKAY, JAMES POTTER & RITA SKEETER! a lot has changed since we last saw you around — you’ve got twenty - four hours until your next class starts up. jessie mei li, sydney sweeney, brandon arreaga & ana de armas are now taken.
( jessie mei li, twenty-one, cis woman ) hey, was that ANDROMEDA BLACK passing by? so much has happened recently; I haven’t seen the PUREBLOOD in forever, but I’d recognize HER anywhere. rumor has it the FOURTH year is studying to be a HEALER. they always reminded me of ANGEL ON FIRE by HALSEY. I’ve also heard they’ve been recruited by NO ONE. but despite all that I think they’re still EMPATHETIC, INDEPENDENT & STRONG-WILLED and RESERVED, CRITICAL & OLD-FASHIONED. and the SLYTHERIN alum still reminds me of champagne spilled on a mahogany table, a black snake winding its way up a tree, the sound of footsteps running in an empty alley, an elegant princess chained violently to a stone, gazing out at the endless starry night only to be reminded of how small you truly are, and teardrops staining every letter from home. well, then, I guess some things never change. ( tri, 21, gmt+10, she/her )
( sydney sweeney, twenty, cis woman ) hey, was that ARIEL MACKAY passing by? so much has happened recently; I haven’t seen the MUGGLEBORN in forever, but I’d recognize HER anywhere. rumor has it the THIRD year is studying to be an AUROR. they always reminded me of THIS IS ME TRYING by TAYLOR SWIFT. I’ve also heard they’ve been recruited by NO ONE. but despite all that I think they’re still FERVENT, DAUNTLESS & ENCOURAGING and CRUDE, SELF-DEPRECATING & UNREASONING. and the GRYFFINDOR alum still reminds me of bottles of whiskey stashed under pillows, cherry red lips smeared throughout the night, screams echoing off a cliff, the great high followed by the crashing come down, and reaching and reaching but never quite achieving. well, then, I guess some things never change. ( tri, 21, gmt+10, she/her )
( brandon arreaga, twenty, cis man ) hey, was that JAMES POTTER passing by? I didn’t think the PUREBLOOD was a student, but I’d recognize HIM anywhere. rumor has it they’re working as an AUROR, so who knows what they’re doing here. they always reminded me of LITTLE TALKS by OF MONSTERS AND MEN. I’ve also heard they’ve been recruited by THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. but despite all that I think they’re still CHARMING, INCISIVE & PASSIONATE and DEPENDENT, INEXORABLE & ARROGANT. and the GRYFFINDOR alum still reminds me of atlas shaking with the world on his shoulders, boisterous laughter at three in the morning, death waiting for you at every turn, a marble statue with chips on every inch, and icarus careening towards the sun. well, then, I guess some things never change. ( tri, 21, gmt+10, she/her )
( ana de armas, twenty-one, cis woman ) hey, was that RITA SKEETER passing by? so much has happened recently; I haven’t seen the HALFBLOOD in forever, but I’d recognize HER anywhere. rumor has it the FOURTH year is studying to be a JOURNALIST. they always reminded me of NOBODY by MITSKI. I’ve also heard they’ve been recruited by THE BANNERET OF BELTANE. but despite all that I think they’re still DILIGENT, CLEVER & INSIGHTFUL and DECEITFUL, APATHETIC & INCONSIDERATE. and the RAVENCLAW alum still reminds me of perfectly coiled calligraphy, calling hundreds your friend only to eat dinner alone, that one piece of hair that just won’t sit right in the bun, the chaos of being caught in the middle of a storm, a quiet snake blending in with the grass, and permanently ink-stained fingertips. well, then, I guess some things never change. ( tri, 21, gmt+10, she/her )
despite not having gone to hogwarts with rita skeeter, it was hard not to know the younger woman. she didn’t often read the daily prophet, but if she did, it was often rita skeeter’s articles. there was something about the blonde woman’s writing that intrigued molly. she wasn’t sure why, but she could never pull her attention away from the article, despite the fact that it was often about something she didn’t want to read about, like the war that was continually getting worse.
that morning was one of the few times she found herself reading one of rita’s articles. she had picked up the daily prophet in between leaving the store she had just been in and sitting down at a cafe where she opened it to the page rita’s article was. she had roped her mother-in-law into watching her older boys while she took her youngest son to the store with her. he had started to cry, which is why she had looked up from the article, and immediately noticed the woman who had written the article she was currently reading walking down the street. she tried not to stare, but found herself doing so as she picked ron up from his stroller and started to bounce him on her knee.
