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[yourstrulyrita]

Rita’s office was her little oasis in the chaos that was the newsroom with it’s flying memos. While everyone outside was running and yelling and practically selling their own mothers for an exclusive, Rita’s office smelled of lilies and there was a very serene atmosphere. She liked her peace and quiet, and she absolutely despised it when it was interrupted, like right now.

Except this time, when she saw the face of the person who bursted into her office, the blonde smiled. If it wasn’t one of her few friends. “Hello, my love” she grinned right before Sinistra practically vomited all the information about quidditch. She fucking hated quidditch, but this certainly was a very juicy information. “Drug additction!” She gasped and her lips curved into a devilish smirk. “Sit, darling, sit” she told her. “Tea?” She then offered. “That’s quite scandalous indeed... are you sure it was him?” She then asked curiously.

Where: Diagon Alley/Daily Prophet Head Office Who: Sinistra & @yourstrulyrita​

Two of Sinistra’s favourite things were shopping and eavesdropping, and when the two overlapped it was like she was in heaven. She had spotted the quidditch player speaking to the sketchy looking man, and she decided to subtly follow him around the store to try and overhear their conversation. Able to make out a few words here and there, Sinistra’s eyebrow raised at the words ’Felix Felicis’ and ’meet me in the alleyway.’ Watching the sketchy man leave first, she waited for the quidditch player to leave as well before following them both outside. It was risky and stupid, but she had to know. She tried her best to seem casual as she walked by the alleyway just in time to witness the exchange, a bag full of coins for a small vial of liquid luck.

Immediately she apparated to the Daily Prophet head office, knowing there was a good chance Rita was still there. Rushing through the doors, Sinistra glanced around somewhat frantically until she spotted her friend. “Rita! Rita, you’ll never guess what I just saw.” Sinistra squealed, “There’s a game tonight, the Chudley Cannons against the Appleby Arrows? I just saw the seeker for the Cannons buying a vial of liquid luck from some sketchy salesman in an alleyway.”

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lvdias​:

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While they hadn’t know each other long, that shouldn’t suggest their connection hadn’t been meaningful. Lydia had been long acquainted with the likeness of Rita. Who hadn’t? But unlike most of the world, she had come to know a different side of her, one that was, understandably so, carefully concealed from the rest of the world. Outwardly, they were so different, appearing to have next to nothing in common, apart from their . And perhaps that was true. But they worked so well together. And of all the people Rita could have chosen to share such an intimate part of her life with — and she knew there were plenty — Lydia deeply cherished that it had been her.

“I do hope this means you’ve saved time for one more dance?” A bright hue flushing her cheeks at Rita’s touch, causing Lydia to momentarily cast her gaze downwards at its intensity. But she didn’t break away from her, instead wrapping both arms around her shoulders. She didn’t need the extravagance or the fanfare. She didn’t need the upbeat tempos or the music, or the libations, in their unending excess. In this moment, all she needed and all she wanted was Rita. And now that she had her, Lydia had every intention of savoring this moment for as long as she could. “But let’s stay up here. The rest of the Ministry has gotten more than enough time with you tonight. Now, you’re mine.”

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She seemed completely unbothered with the fact that she was, well, a pathological liar when it came to her writing. Well, is not like she lied all the time, she just added some colorful details to make the story more interesting, it was like seasoning a salad and making it tastier. Ocasionally, Rita wondered if she genuinely didn’t care about it or if this was too good to be true and it would end up exploding eventually. But she kept that thought to herself.

“Well, of course” she responded as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. And then she wrapped her arms around her and Rita placed her hands on her waist, giving it a gentle squeeze before pulling her closer. She then took one of Lydia’s hands and pressed a kiss on her wrist, leaving a print of her red lipstick on it. “How can I ever be opposed to that?”

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walden-macnair​:

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“Admittedly well deserved,” Walden grimaced. He should have said something about having married Alecto but it was easiest to simply keep quiet and have minimal shame in showing off his wedding band. “An ass for certain, but please tell me you at least heard it from Alecto. I had planned to…” He trailed off and made a face. “This is going to turn into slandering me in the paper is it?”

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Is not like Rita had always hated men, but the older she got, the more they disappointed her. “It doesn’t matter from who I’ve heard it” she responded. Yes, she heard it from Alecto, but she wasn’t going to ease his worries, he would find out about it through her wive’s lips eventually. His next comment made her shrug her shoulders. She didn’t have anything concrete that she was  keeping for the sake of their friendship, but she didn’t answer to that either. She prefer to keep her cards close to her chest and just scare him enough. Rita sipped her drink and rested her judgemental eyes on him. “You still haven’t apologized, Walden” she reminded him.

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rowle-inglikeastone​:

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“No one finds me interesting,” Lyanna says softly rolling her head back to look out the window. The second born and a daughter, she always minded her manners, never hurt anyone but herself during her fits and she’s never dishonored her family by being caught with another woman. The truth is, as much as she might yearn for the softness, the beauty, the love of another woman, she wanted to make her parents proud more. She wanted a family more. She wanted to redeem her disgraces by being everything she was supposed to be.

Lyanna flops over and contemplates the benefits of just sleeping in this car, but Rita is pretty and sweet and a bed sounds very nice. Despite the wibbly wobbly feeling of her legs and arms she pulls herself out of the cab and stumbles a few feet forward. “Which… mmmm,” she hiccups, “is yours. Ohhhh Kitten I’ve had too much. So much. So many. I don’t feel so good anymore. It’s not fun.” She brushes her hair back from her face and rubs it. She lets out a huff, trying to settle the queasy feeling in her stomach. 

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“Well, people are know for being quite stupid” she responded to the woman’s comment about people not finding her interesting. “You seem like a woman who has a lot to say” she then added. People like Lyanna were the best sources, the ones no one paid attention to, the overlooked, the underdogs, they knew way more than people expected.

They got out of the car and Rita took a moment to make sure she was alright. Playing babisitter of a drunk person wasn’t her idea of fun, but a) she was playing the long game here and b) she wasn’t a complete monster, anyone could’ve take advantage of her in that state and nothing pissed her off more than men taking advantage of women. Or men in general, period. “Okay, easy pretty girl” she murmured. “Do you need to throw up?” She asked as she slowly began to guide her towards her apartment, a firm arm wrapped around Lyanna’s waist to keep her balanced.

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yourstrulyrita​:

If there was something that she did not take well was when people took her for granted, like Walden did. They were supposed to be best friends and best friends did not elope without telling the other almost immediately. One could’ve understood a day or two, depending on how high their libido was at the moment, but a week? An entire week he had been married and didn’t tell her? After everything she did for him? That was what was fucking rude.

So Rita did not matter? That was the message she was getting. “I see…” she responded. The blonde nodded curtly, she suppose she’ll also have to reassing a different priority to Walden from now on. And Rita knew that this wasn’t Alecto’s fault, so she wasn’t really mad at her, but she was still mad anyways. The journalist looked at her watch, and sighed when she realized that she stil had some time left before meeting Lydia.

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Alecto really did not know Rita all that well. They hadn’t really talked that much, not really before she had started spending more time with Walden. But even she could tell that the woman in front of her didn’t look too happy. She had a feeling that it was something to do with Walden. She felt a little bad that her husband hadn’t told her about the wedding, but she supposed she had expected that he would have. Clearly not. Hopefully she might be able to find him before Rita would so that she could prewarn him, because she had a feeling Rita was going to explode at him.

“Well….” She murmured, biting on her lip as she thought. Whilst she would love to stay and actually get to know Rita better, she figured that might not exactly help right now. “I should go find my brother. Make sure he’s behaving.” Since that would get her away from Rita for now. “Hope you get your free drink.” She mused, a smile on her face, before she walked away.

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[yourstrulyrita]

Rita Skeeter, a playlist 1/?

Material girl - Madonna || I did something bad - Taylor Swift || 7 rings - Ariana Grande || Bubblegum Bitch - Marina || Donatella - Lady Gaga || Fancy - Iggy Azalea & Charli XCX || Heart of Glass - Blondie || Dream girl evil - Florence + The Machine || Hot Stuff - Donna Summer || Super Freak - Rick James || Radio - Lana del Rey  

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ofmrsmacnair​:

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Alecto just raised an eyebrow as she looked at Rita. Rude much? She could sense that Rita was really not happy about something, and she decided against antangonising the woman further. She usually would have just remarked about the other woman’s rudeness. But she didn’t want to stoke the fire further. Alecto could be nice for once, and well, she didnt want Rita shouting at her or anything. She did not want to cause a scene.

“Some.” The red head mused with a shrug, as she glanced around trying to locate her husband. “Bella, Rod, my brother….. that might be it actually.” Those were the people that had mattered. And her parents hadn’t actualy come up high on the list of people she had wanted to tell.

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If there was something that she did not take well was when people took her for granted, like Walden did. They were supposed to be best friends and best friends did not elope without telling the other almost immediately. One could’ve understood a day or two, depending on how high their libido was at the moment, but a week? An entire week he had been married and didn’t tell her? After everything she did for him? That was what was fucking rude.

So Rita did not matter? That was the message she was getting. “I see...” she responded. The blonde nodded curtly, she suppose she’ll also have to reassing a different priority to Walden from now on. And Rita knew that this wasn’t Alecto’s fault, so she wasn’t really mad at her, but she was still mad anyways. The journalist looked at her watch, and sighed when she realized that she stil had some time left before meeting Lydia.

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heartstrvngs​:

♟

Dung frowns and gives a little JOLT when Rita magicks his feet from her desk.

“Now, now, Miss Skeeter, I’d very much appreciate you keeping things civilized-like here.” He adjusts himself again in the chair, getting comfortable once more, and cooly slides his hands back behind his head. “Though I know that might be difficult for you, bein’ so out of practice, and such.”

He clears his throat before continuing. “Now, as you might recollect, you published a piece in the Prophet last week wherefore some anonymous person sent in an inquiry via owl post.” He skims over the misused word – they’re very common in Mundungus’ vocabulary.

“I can not neither confirm or deny whether I am said anonymous person, but – ” He clears his throat again. “I would very much like to know more about The Cursed Vaults.” There’s a slight pause. “More than was published, I mean.”

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“Well, you can start by acting like a well mannered person and don’t get your filthy feet on my desk” she responded calmly. Rita’s brow arched upwards as he said she was out of practice. This man was going to earn a smack on the face. She made a mental note to keep an eye on him. If he happened to annoy her that much, she was sure he could find a way into her articles.

Rita recieved a lot of mail, some was hate, other was fan mail, other were potential sources. “I recieve a lot of mail” she responded non-chalantly before sipping her tea.

“The Cursed Vaults mhm...” she hummed softly. “Certainly a fascinating subject” she commented. “Now, why would I do that, Mr. Fletcher?” She responded, tilting her head to the side.

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#a whole mood

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lvdias​:

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It wasn’t that Lydia hadn’t enjoyed herself. Despite her typical inclinations to remain a bystander, she had partaken in many of the activities the evening had to offer, and managed to enjoy herself in the process — drinking, dancing, placing the winning bid on a diamond pendant at the auction. But not even the passing amusements of the evening had been able to keep Rita far from her mind, or from view. It didn’t matter what she did, or who she was with, she couldn’t escape her. She didn’t want to escape her. Not even the most decadent riches and pleasures that the world could offer came close to compare, when likened to the prospect of spending even a passing moment at her side.

It had been a long night, one where, up until moments ago, all they managed to share were passing smiles and exchanging glances. What Lydia wouldn’t give to remain here, in this idyllic and intimate moment with Rita. She wanted to savor every part of it; the sweet florals of her perfume, the sparkling cerulean fabric of her outfit, the tender touch where their fingers interlocked. And that smile. Merlin, that smile. She was sure it shined brighter and more beautifully than the luminous sky above them, though she wouldn’t dare look away to confirm what she already knew. “Me? Oh, hardly. Your suit is just… that lipstick, and those diamonds… an absolute vision, you are.” An amorous blush quickly spread to her cheeks, beaming from ear to ear at the sight of that smile, once it registered that it had been directed to her, and her alone. “I will say, it has been a good night. Better than I expected. Though, if you don’t mind me being so bold as to say so, it has improved significantly now that I’m here with you.” Pausing for a brief moment, only long enough for Lydia to grab Rita’s other hand, before any nerve she had was completely lost. “I… I was starting to think I might never get a moment alone with you.”

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All Rita had been looking forward to was to be with Lydia, just the two of them. There was something about the blonde that made the journalist’s heart race.  It wasn’t often that she felt like this with someone; in fact, she could count the times she felt like this with one had and spare some fingers. Rita would look at Lydia and just get lost in her beauty, her kindness, her softness. She often thought the blonde deserved better than her, but in the end, is not like RIta was known for her selfless nature.

She smiled at her when she complimented her outfit and couldn’t resist it, so she took Lydia’s hand to her lips and kissed her knuckles. Rita felt fiercely protective of her and their relationship, she knew a big part of the population loathed her and the last thing she wanted was to drag Lydia into that mess. “The truth is the truth, my darling” she responded with a soft tone. “Frankly, seeing you was all I wanted to do tonight” she admitted. “If there’s something you must know is that I’ll alwats make time for you” she told her with a soft smile.

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ofmrsmacnair​:

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Alecto suposed she could have been a little clearer about the whole wedding thing. It wasn’t as if there had actually been a wedding. It was more of an elopement. Their families hadn’t even been invited. Or well Alecto’s family anyway. Walden’s parents were dead after all. It was probably a good thing, considering Alecto was prtty sure that they would not approve of her. But, the wedding had only been the two of them. To be honest, it had felt very much them. And, she had liked it.

Had she known some people were going to be disappointed? Yes. But in the moment she hadn’t been concerned about that. She didn’t really care too much now. Their wedding and marriage was for them, not anyone else. And so, it didn’t matter that they hadn’t been there. Of course, it didn’t mean she didn’t want a big party. But she was still trying to convince Walden that they needed one.

“Yep.” She murmured with a nod. “Not that there was a actual wedding per say. We eloped.” She continued, a smile on her lips. “We’ve not told many people yet actually.”

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It wasn’t just the fact that she wasn’t invited to one of her closest friend’s wedding, but more of the fact that he didn’t tell her. He’s been married for over a week and he didn’t think that it would be okay to tell her about it? Rita was not only disappointed, but she was also hurt. That was so rude and inconsiderate of Walden.

“I don’t care” she responded bluntly. Alecto was alright, she thought she was a good match for Walden and the two of them seemed to get along wonderfully, but at the end of the day, Rita was Walden’s friend first. Great, now she was in a bad mood. How much before she got to meet Lydia? “So other people know?” It seemed that no matter what Alecto said, it would always be the wrong thing to say to her in this state.

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pls kill all men who yell at girls from cars

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heartstrvngs​:

After the door to Rita’s office had already been opened, Dung gently rapped upon it with his knuckles, leaning into the frame and tucking the toe of one scuffed shoe into the floor. He crossed his arms, a SMUG little grin already firmly in place.

“Ooh, Miss Skeeter, you do know how to make a GENT feel special, don'tcha?” Without further pause or introduction, he slipped into her office, closing the door behind him. One calloused hand clamped down on the back of a chair, and he tugged it back – perhaps a little too far back – from the desk.

“Good tea?” he asked as he plopped into the chair, kicking his heels up onto her desk and crossing his legs at the ankles. The question is rhetorical. Hands slipped behind his head, fingers interlocked at the base of his skull. If possible, his SLIMY expression had only deepened in these seconds.

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Rita looked at the man, how he made himself at home in a place that wasn’t his. She would’ve been surprised, but men and their audacity didn’t surprise her anymore. Her work, her best work, had been overlooked by incompetent men and now she was who she was and wrote what she wrote because it was the only way to remain relevant. 

The blonde witch reached out for her wand and with a light swish, she removed Mundungus’ feet off her table. “And you do know how to make a lady feel annoyed” she responded with that sickening sweet smile of hers. “Keep your feet off my table and show some manners, yes?” She spoke and before he could even say anything, she added. “Lovely” ending that conversation there.

“Who are you and what do you want?” She then asked, not even bothering on offering him some tea or anything to drink.

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ofmrsmacnair​:

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“That’s not really a pureblood thing….” Alecto mused a little laugh on her lips. It really was not, or at least not for her anyway. “It’s an Alecto thing.” And she was used to getting everything she wanted. But she had also worked hard for that. She had worked for most of the things she had gotten in life, and it had worked well. To be honest, Alecto was surprised that Walden hadn’t told Rita that they’d gotten married. She had thought he would have, and so she did feel a little guilty that she hadn’t known, and had found out this way. But, Alecto was also happy, and nothing was going to change that. “We did…. “ She murmured with a smile. “Not long ago…. Last week.”

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It was, but Rita didn’t say anything. Rita didn’t know any pureblood who wasn’t entilted, at least blood supremacists purebloods. All climbed up their high horses, thinking they were better than the rest just because their blood was pure, thinking they could go through life terrorizing people like they did during the war. There was a time in which Rita desperately wanted to belong to that elite, to be that special, but with time she learned that what made her special was not her blood but her talent. And now, Rita Skeeter was more powerful than most of the so called purebloods. She could ruin anyone’s reputation if she wanted.

The blonde took her drink to her lips and nearly choked when Alecto said that she and Walden got married last week. Not yesterday, not two days ago, but an entire week. Why were men a constant source of disappointment? Walden wasn’t even her lover anymore, she didn’t expect anything from him, just a normal friendship and yet, he still managed to fail at it. What the fuck was wrong with men? Was there something in the Y chromosome that made them so fucking  unreliable? Rita looked at Alecto in disbelief, blinking slowly. 

“Just to be clear, you two have been married for a week?”