#❛ : ( threads; rita. )

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[bellatrix-lestrxnge]

Starter for: Mary Macdonald @its-marymac Where: the Daily Prophet offices When: middle of the day

Hoping to catch Rita unawares, Bellatrix had turned up and situated herself in the other witch's office. They were not exactly friends, but she could appreciate a manipulative mind. Sitting in a chair as though she owned the room, she had crossed one leg over the other and was passing the time by flicking through a draft copy of the next Prophet, searching for anything that could indicate Regulus's whereabouts. It was a fruitless effort, disturbed by Mary entering the room. Disappointed to see it was not Rita, she gestured to the seat next to her anyway. "You'll do. Where's Rita? I've been sitting here like a languished lemon for the best part of an hour."

[fcrox]

who: open to all where: outside the three broomsticks when: evening

Time could fly by within an instant. Only days ago, the witch could have sworn to have celebrated the new year, suddenly a month and then some had passed. But life didn’t pause, rushing by her and everyone around her. Well, Rita had of course also kept busy. A certain story had been simmering under the surface and while preparations were reaching their highest forms, there was plenty else left in their world.

An evening she’d spent inside the Three Broomsticks: first for business, then simple pleasure. In her case she’d been listening, appearing busy with her own things all while hear ears were focused somewhere else. When she’d finally left the establishment, the fresh air hit her in strong waves. Focused on that instead of what was in front of her Rita found herself surprised, face to face with someone and just about able to avoid the crash. “Oh, it’s you.” The blonde glanced at the figure in front of her. “It’s a bit crowded in there, be warned.” A polite warning, nothing more.

[talesofourworlds]

@cataclysmus liked for a starter with Rita!

These visits to Dahngrest were becoming more and more commonplace in Rita's life. She shouldn't have been surprised, really. When it was convenient for Brave Vesperia to use it as a meeting place, of course she would come all the way there to meet them. This was one such day, but at the same time Rita was there to share what she'd been learning about potential replacements for the blastia. Progress was, admittedly, slower than she would have liked. A small amount of progress was better than nothing, and she was eager to share what she'd learned.

Of course, some things never really did change. Just as it had been when Rita had first set foot in the guild city with the others, Dahngrest proved to be as lively as anything. By then, Rita was used to navigating the streets and avoiding colliding with others. Such was the benefit of needing to come to Dahngrest as often as she and the others had. She strode forward with confidence, dipping and moving about to avoid various guild members. That was, of course, until someone caught her eye for just a moment.

There, moving in the opposite direction to her as the crowd thinned, was someone clad in a mage's cloak. Their hood was covering their face just enough so Rita couldn't immediately identify them as she walked closer to her destination. For just a heartbeat, Rita looked back and decided it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Rita wasn't the only mage out there, even if she didn't often don her mage's cloak. Maybe it was just another mage getting ready to go somewhere else in Dahngrest. That was the thought process, at least, until Rita thought more about the encounter.

She squinted. The more she thought about it, the less sense it made. She liked to think that she knew at least a majority of the mages that hailed from Aspio. Even the ones who had been scattered by what had happened to their beloved city when Tarqaron rose should have been recognizable to her, but she couldn't put a name or face to this stranger. Assuming they were a mage at all, of course. Was someone parading around like a mage? For what purpose? Rita's mind raced, and she did the only thing she could think to do. Her pace picked up as she started to follow the stranger. Something wasn't right.

"H-Hey! You!" It was the first thing Rita could even think to say. Not so genius mage of her, she knew, but she was caught off guard. Somehow, she managed to catch up and tried to get in front of the stranger. She was right back to squinting as she looked him over. "Pretty sure there aren't any mages from Aspio living around here. And I think I'd know a cloak like that anywhere. So who the hell are you?"

Already, Rita could imagine some people thinking she was leaping to conclusions. Maybe she was. She couldn't help it in this case, though. When she felt like something was off, surely it made sense for her to pursue it. Right?

[xantoninxdolohovx]

Where: the Daily Prophet Rita Skeeter's office

Who @fcrox

Antonin made his way into the office before knocking on the door. "Miss Skeeter? I hear you are the one to talk to about getting things done swiftly and discreetly at the prophet." He took in the woman herself, formidable enough to deserve her reputation. It was a hard thing to trust anything to reporters. He gave a small nod, but didn’t extend a hand. “I am Antonin Dolohov, I doubt you’ve heard of me, but who can say for sure given your profession.”

“Something small, a personal ad to be run without edit or question. A serious matter involving socks.” He held a small envelope between them. “There is a date enclosed for it to be run unless I contact you to cancel the need for it. I know such things are beneath you, but I would count it as a personal favor.”

[movie--posters]

[royalbred]

Rita was excited about another staff member being hired in the Williams estate. She bounced along as she went to check out who @theresastargirl was. "You're prettier than what they said you were." The Viscountess leaned on the doorway to the small office.

[bellaaegis]

who: @rxskeeter where: seating area in one of the towers

However many times had she found herself chatting away at the latest gossip, reveling the chaos that came with it. Was any of it ever the truth? Oh, but it hardly mattered. It was the reactions that made the whole thing fun. Of course, there was the added benefit of having gained someone Bellatrix at the very least would call a friend. A silencing charm had long been placed. No one would dare come and disturb and area chosen by someone such as them.

"Tell me you've had a good summer! I'd hate to hear it didn't live up to expectation." Bellatrix had spent her time in France, brushing up on things as well as making sure much rest was gained from her time away from the walls of Hogwarts. There were things at stake that went beyond the school. There was a whole world, just so much bigger than any of them and she was very much determined to find her place in it.

Bellatrix leaned forward with eyes that sparked with a need to know, a curiosity to hold the knowledge only the other possessed, that ever daring hint of mischief. The witch was ready to cause chaos yet would much rather leave it up to the other to actually bring about the chaos that they all seemed to enjoy so very much. "Tell me, what interesting deeds does this school have to hide? I'd hate for my last year in this place to be the most boring of them all."

[thxnymph]

Closed Starter

Rita let the clock get to six until it was time for her to clock out of work and head home. The agent let her feet guide her to the door, as her mind was preoccupied with something else. On her latest mission, a hit on a scientist by the name of Edgar Solomon, she was attacked by what she supposed was a rival agent. Everything was set in place, until this new player entered the scene and screwed everything up.

Later, once she made it back to base and patched up her wounds, she got a chance to look at her attack more clearly. The rival agent managed to get a good slice on her arm, it required stitches. If that wasn't problem enough, the identity of the agent shocked her to the core. It was Marcel, her husband of five years. Her husband.

Rita needed to keep herself together, despite the heartbreak and anger. She entered her home, luckily the house was empty. She went about making dinner, despite the pain her arm. As she placed everything together, she weighed her options. Her superior, the leader of her agency, gave her exactly 48 hours to 'clean the scene'. She needed to kill him, she needed to. Even if it killed her as well. // @xlostparadise

[magikborn]

@sacredpyre

THE VISCOUNTESS WAS TRANSFIXED BY THE FIGURE IN THE PAINTING. How she missed her grandmother so much and wished to be like her. To prove herself as worthy as she had been. The former noblewoman had been so agile and light on her feet. A feat she tried to do time and again.

Her professor pushed her so hard that sometimes her feet were sore and bled. She went through pointe shoes often because of it. If it wasn't for her grandfather supporting her, she would have struggled to make ends meat. Her inheritance only came into effect after she turned eighteen. She was grateful for her family's support. The few she had. "Professionally. Well, I go to school for it. One day I wish to be hired by the Royal Ballet like my grandmother."

[bargainsleuthbooks]

The Newbery Honor book One Crazy Summer, first published in 2010, gets the graphic novel treatment. It is a powerful book that explores many themes. My review: #Bookthreads #Booksky #BookBlogger #OneCrazySummer #NewberyHonorBook #BlackPanthers #RacialPrejedice #NetGalley #ARCReview #BargainSleuth

[r-lestrcnge]

Starter for: Rita Skeeter @fcrox Letter sent by owl to her home upon hearing of Regulus's disappearance.

Rita, my dear.

I trust you will share any details that arrive re. Regulus Black, no matter how seemingly trifling or insignificant? I do not fear the quantity. Tell me everything. I must find him.

Yours,

Rabastan.

[fcrox]

who: @gideonscprewett where: leaky cauldron when: christmas eve, midday

The Daily Prophet never seemed to sleep and neither did the witch in question. An interview with wizard that had published a book, silly as the content may have been, followed by the picking up of specifically ordered items that had finally been delivered to their respective shops. Diagon Alley was packed, surprisingly full despite all circumstances. Apparently, the holidays could bring out people after all.

After all that the blonde had allowed herself a stint at the Leaky Cauldron, a perfect place to rest and pick up more things that others seemed to carelessly air out into the world. The number of articles written simply due to the idiocy of some people was astonishing. Of course, research. Rita’s thoughts were interrupted by a familiar face. No smirk, simply neutral features as she glanced upon the other. “Last minute present shopping? Doesn’t seem like you at all.” Assumptions, or perhaps just teasing. Her voice never gave away either.

[apparitixns]

location: ministry of magic, 2nd floor, dolores' office / @xsecretkeepers

❝ i summoned you for personal matters , so i hope the letter did not alarm you . ❞ dolores quips with a glossed smile , waving her hand so the office door behind rita would close behind her . and with its click , the female stands from her desk chair , crossing the flooring with her eyes intently on the other . ❝ i wanted to offer my personal congratulations that your very eloquently worded article on the blishwick hall opening has received so much recognition . ❞ did dolores personally invest energy into feeding the story to rita and making sure the right words were printed ? perhaps , but dolores still thought highly of rita skeeter and that praise did not extend to many these days . now a hand openly points to an unopened bottle of champagne and a small package . ❝ i was not sure if you liked a celebration that included bubbles , so i retrieved you something special . ❞ nothing too extraordinary ( how elaborate could one get with an enhanced quick-notes quill ? ) , but nevertheless , a token of dolores' gratitude .

[impcrios]

@xsecretkeepers

narcissa had gotten the summons that she was to give her testimony the night of st. mungos, she just didn't think it would be this long of a line. they had sighed before finding someone they knew, they smiled briefly. "rita, darling!" they say out in the crowed, beckoning for the other to come forward. "are you being questioned or try to get a scoop?" they ask with a smirk, either way, what a better way to cut in line? "might as well stay with me to cut the line," narcissa laughs,

[lcmos]

a mini lyric starer for rita @skeeterscribbles

" don't you tell me what you think that I could be "

his voice was sharp - his eyes piercing as he looked at her. of all the places....... he had been wandering the fair when he ran into her. "i will not listen to that poison tongue of yours , skeeter." he hissed at her. "you do not know me." looking down towards the daily prophet in his hands. "i assume you are here to write some more nonsense."