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rita's eyes lit up with a predatory gleam as she spotted emmeline vance, her signature acid-green quill materializing seemingly out of thin air. with a sly smirk curling her crimson lips, rita sauntered over, her crocodile-skin handbag swinging jauntily at her side.

"why, emmeline darling!" rita purred, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. "what a delightful surprise to bump into you here. and looking so... incognito." her gaze raked over emmeline's traveling cloak, her eyebrow arching suggestively.

leaning in conspiratorially, rita lowered her voice to a stage whisper. "now, no need to be coy with me. what brings a respectable witch like yourself out in such... *secretive* attire?" she winked, her quick-quotes quill poised eagerly over a piece of parchment. "you know the readers of the daily prophet simply adore a good mystery. care to give them a little... well, anything"

location : leaky cauldron interaction : open !

the dim, smoky interior of the leaky cauldron buzzes with hushed conversations and the clink of butterbeer mugs. rita sits in a shadowy corner, her quick-quotes quill poised over a piece of parchment. her jeweled eyes glint in the candlelight as her eyes dart from table to table, hungrily seeking out the next juicy tidbit of gossip.

a smirk plays on her lips as she overhears snippets of conversation – whispers of ministry shake-ups, rumors of dark magic resurfacing. her quill scratches furiously, embellishing each morsel of information with her trademark flair for the dramatic.

suddenly, the pub's door swings open, admitting a gust of chilly air and a figure shrouded in a traveling cloak. rita's eyes narrow as she recognizes the newcomer – a potential source, or perhaps her next unwitting subject. she takes a sip of her gillywater, mind spinning.

with a practiced flick of her wrist, rita tucks away her quill and parchment into her handbag. she stands, smoothing her top and plastering on her most beguiling smile. time to work her magic – after all, the truth won't sensationalize itself.

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rita's eyes gleamed with undisguised interest as she observed sethos from across the dimly lit tavern. at his question, a coy smile played across her lips. she adjusted her jeweled spectacles and leaned forward slightly.

"oh, i do hope so," rita purred, her green quill poised expectantly over a piece of parchment. "rita skeeter, daily prophet" she introduced, "i couldn't help but notice you seemed rather... preoccupied with that little note of yours. anything newsworthy, perhaps? a scoop for my ever-eager readers?"

she tilted her head, blonde curls bouncing slightly as her gaze swept over sethos with poorly concealed curiosity.

location : leaky cauldron interaction : open !

the dim, smoky interior of the leaky cauldron buzzes with hushed conversations and the clink of butterbeer mugs. rita sits in a shadowy corner, her quick-quotes quill poised over a piece of parchment. her jeweled eyes glint in the candlelight as her eyes dart from table to table, hungrily seeking out the next juicy tidbit of gossip.

a smirk plays on her lips as she overhears snippets of conversation – whispers of ministry shake-ups, rumors of dark magic resurfacing. her quill scratches furiously, embellishing each morsel of information with her trademark flair for the dramatic.

suddenly, the pub's door swings open, admitting a gust of chilly air and a figure shrouded in a traveling cloak. rita's eyes narrow as she recognizes the newcomer – a potential source, or perhaps her next unwitting subject. she takes a sip of her gillywater, mind spinning.

with a practiced flick of her wrist, rita tucks away her quill and parchment into her handbag. she stands, smoothing her top and plastering on her most beguiling smile. time to work her magic – after all, the truth won't sensationalize itself.

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rita's eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and grudging respect as she listened to rabastan's words. she knew a dance of words when she saw one, and this was turning into quite the elegant waltz.

"oh, darling," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed sarcasm, "you know my quill has an eye for... quality. though i must say, your sudden interest in its inner workings is quite touching. perhaps we should arrange an exclusive interview about your newfound fascination with magical writing implements?"

she leaned back, crossing her legs and tilting her head, a picture of casual interest that belied her true focus. "auror longbottom, you say? how... fortuitous. i'm sure our readers will be thrilled to hear about such sterling cooperation between departments. after all, in these trying times, it's so important to highlight the... more positive aspects of wizarding society."

her acid-green quill continued to scratch away, dutifully recording rabastan's words. however, rita's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, a calculating gleam visible for just a moment before her face smoothed back into its mask of friendly interest.

"you know, rabastan," she said, leaning forward conspiratorially, "i've always admired your... creativity. the way you could weave such fascinating tales."

rita's eyes gleamed with amusement as she listened to rabastan. her smile never wavered, but it took on a sharper edge, like a cat toying with its prey.

"oh, rabastan," she purred, leaning forward slightly. "your memory serves you well. those school days were quite... educational, weren't they? for both of us, i'd wager." she waved her hand dismissively at the scribbling quill. "just a force of habit, darling. pay it no mind."

she took another sip of her gillywater, her gaze never leaving rabastan's face. "australia, you say? how fascinating. i'm sure our – well, my – readers would be absolutely enthralled by tales of your curse-breaking adventures. tell me," she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "did you encounter any... unexpected challenges during your work?"

rita's smile widened, a perfect blend of invitation and challenge. she knew rabastan was too clever to give her anything truly incriminating, but that didn't mean she couldn't read between the lines.

"after all," she continued, her tone light but her eyes sharp, "in these times, one never knows what kind of... curses one might stumble upon. even in places as far-flung as australia."

she sat back, taking another sip of her drink. "but do go on, darling. i'm all ears for your tales of temporal confusion and antipodean adventures. who knows? perhaps your... story. it might prove... useful to my readers."

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rita's eyes gleamed with amusement as she listened to rabastan. her smile never wavered, but it took on a sharper edge, like a cat toying with its prey.

"oh, rabastan," she purred, leaning forward slightly. "your memory serves you well. those school days were quite... educational, weren't they? for both of us, i'd wager." she waved her hand dismissively at the scribbling quill. "just a force of habit, darling. pay it no mind."

she took another sip of her gillywater, her gaze never leaving rabastan's face. "australia, you say? how fascinating. i'm sure our – well, my – readers would be absolutely enthralled by tales of your curse-breaking adventures. tell me," she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "did you encounter any... unexpected challenges during your work?"

rita's smile widened, a perfect blend of invitation and challenge. she knew rabastan was too clever to give her anything truly incriminating, but that didn't mean she couldn't read between the lines.

"after all," she continued, her tone light but her eyes sharp, "in these times, one never knows what kind of... curses one might stumble upon. even in places as far-flung as australia."

she sat back, taking another sip of her drink. "but do go on, darling. i'm all ears for your tales of temporal confusion and antipodean adventures. who knows? perhaps your... story. it might prove... useful to my readers."

rita's eyes glimmered with interest as rabastan approached her table. she gracefully accepted the gillywater, her bejeweled fingers wrapping around the glass with practiced elegance. "ah, dearest rabastan," she purred, her voice a silky blend of charm and curiosity, "you know very well that your presence is enough to brighten any dreary corner of this establishment." she teased lightly.

she leaned in slightly, her quill twitching in anticipation beside her. "i must say, your choice of attire suggests an interesting day... intriguing at most. been anywhere exciting?" her eyes flickered to his cloak, noting the faint traces of foreign magic that clung to its edges.

rita crossed her legs, her pants rustling softly.

her quill hovered expectantly over a piece of parchment, ready to twist whatever words rabastan might offer into her next sensational story.

her smile widened, a perfect blend of invitation and challenge. "come now, surely you can spare a tidbit for an old friend? after all, in these troubled times, one never knows when a well-placed story might prove... useful."

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rita's lips curled into a razor-sharp smile, her eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and calculation behind her jeweled spectacles. she straightened her posture, matching bellatrix's haughty demeanor with her own brand of poised confidence.

"ah, bellatrix," she purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "always a pleasure to see you slumming it with us common folk. tell me, does the air down here sting your delicate nostrils?"

she leaned forward slightly.

"as for cages, leads, and collars," she continued, her tone light but edged with steel, "i find them terribly passé. but do tell, darling – how does it feel to be on such a short leash yourself these days? the rumors i hear... well, let's just say they paint quite the fascinating picture of your... shall we say, extracurricular activities?"

rita's eyes flickered meaningfully to bellatrix's left forearm before meeting her gaze again, challenge gleaming in their depths. "but perhaps you'd care to set the record straight? after all, in these troubled times, it's so important to control one's narrative, wouldn't you agree?"

she gestured to the empty chair across from her, her smile never wavering. "care to join me for a drink? i promise i don't bite... unless provoked, of course."

location : leaky cauldron interaction : open !

the dim, smoky interior of the leaky cauldron buzzes with hushed conversations and the clink of butterbeer mugs. rita sits in a shadowy corner, her quick-quotes quill poised over a piece of parchment. her jeweled eyes glint in the candlelight as her eyes dart from table to table, hungrily seeking out the next juicy tidbit of gossip.

a smirk plays on her lips as she overhears snippets of conversation – whispers of ministry shake-ups, rumors of dark magic resurfacing. her quill scratches furiously, embellishing each morsel of information with her trademark flair for the dramatic.

suddenly, the pub's door swings open, admitting a gust of chilly air and a figure shrouded in a traveling cloak. rita's eyes narrow as she recognizes the newcomer – a potential source, or perhaps her next unwitting subject. she takes a sip of her gillywater, mind spinning.

with a practiced flick of her wrist, rita tucks away her quill and parchment into her handbag. she stands, smoothing her top and plastering on her most beguiling smile. time to work her magic – after all, the truth won't sensationalize itself.

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rita's eyes glimmered with interest as rabastan approached her table. she gracefully accepted the gillywater, her bejeweled fingers wrapping around the glass with practiced elegance. "ah, dearest rabastan," she purred, her voice a silky blend of charm and curiosity, "you know very well that your presence is enough to brighten any dreary corner of this establishment." she teased lightly.

she leaned in slightly, her quill twitching in anticipation beside her. "i must say, your choice of attire suggests an interesting day... intriguing at most. been anywhere exciting?" her eyes flickered to his cloak, noting the faint traces of foreign magic that clung to its edges.

rita crossed her legs, her pants rustling softly.

her quill hovered expectantly over a piece of parchment, ready to twist whatever words rabastan might offer into her next sensational story.

her smile widened, a perfect blend of invitation and challenge. "come now, surely you can spare a tidbit for an old friend? after all, in these troubled times, one never knows when a well-placed story might prove... useful."

location : leaky cauldron interaction : open !

the dim, smoky interior of the leaky cauldron buzzes with hushed conversations and the clink of butterbeer mugs. rita sits in a shadowy corner, her quick-quotes quill poised over a piece of parchment. her jeweled eyes glint in the candlelight as her eyes dart from table to table, hungrily seeking out the next juicy tidbit of gossip.

a smirk plays on her lips as she overhears snippets of conversation – whispers of ministry shake-ups, rumors of dark magic resurfacing. her quill scratches furiously, embellishing each morsel of information with her trademark flair for the dramatic.

suddenly, the pub's door swings open, admitting a gust of chilly air and a figure shrouded in a traveling cloak. rita's eyes narrow as she recognizes the newcomer – a potential source, or perhaps her next unwitting subject. she takes a sip of her gillywater, mind spinning.

with a practiced flick of her wrist, rita tucks away her quill and parchment into her handbag. she stands, smoothing her top and plastering on her most beguiling smile. time to work her magic – after all, the truth won't sensationalize itself.

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location : leaky cauldron interaction : open !

the dim, smoky interior of the leaky cauldron buzzes with hushed conversations and the clink of butterbeer mugs. rita sits in a shadowy corner, her quick-quotes quill poised over a piece of parchment. her jeweled eyes glint in the candlelight as her eyes dart from table to table, hungrily seeking out the next juicy tidbit of gossip.

a smirk plays on her lips as she overhears snippets of conversation – whispers of ministry shake-ups, rumors of dark magic resurfacing. her quill scratches furiously, embellishing each morsel of information with her trademark flair for the dramatic.

suddenly, the pub's door swings open, admitting a gust of chilly air and a figure shrouded in a traveling cloak. rita's eyes narrow as she recognizes the newcomer – a potential source, or perhaps her next unwitting subject. she takes a sip of her gillywater, mind spinning.

with a practiced flick of her wrist, rita tucks away her quill and parchment into her handbag. she stands, smoothing her top and plastering on her most beguiling smile. time to work her magic – after all, the truth won't sensationalize itself.

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#GXSSIPWITCH — SINGLE MUSE FOR LUMOSFM BY MORGIN !

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introducing  RITA SKEETER ,  GOSSIP COLUMNIST   at  the  daily prophet.     the  posioned pen. 

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