Post by rita colline skeeter on Dec 7, 2010 17:14:00 GMT -5
▪ ambitious ▪ pretentious ▪ hysterical ▪ creative ▪ resourceful ▪
she can't remember a time when she felt needed,
if love was red then she was color blind.
all her friends were on trail for treason,
for crimes that were never defined.
exaggeration for effect!
The Life and Lies of Rita Skeeter
A small little village in the northern part of the country was devastated by storms and rainfall that lasted for over two months straight. The villagers were desperate for a break, but would not leave their beloved homeland. Hiding out in their houses for days on end, only ever venturing out for food and necessity, they learned quickly to live small. Good food was hard to come by, and clothing was simply handed down from parents to children, patched up and tailored too many times to count until what was left was so misshapen and old, that no one would recognize that it was previously owned. In the midst of this storm, one family, was celebrating their own little joy. Like a sun come to dry up all of the sorrow, Rita Colline Skeeter was brought into the world with a full head of curly blonde hair and eyes that popped up at you. Her parents were over joyed, and within hours after her birth, the sky stopped raining. That little village welcomed the young Skeeter as their savior of sorts, and celebrated her birthday forever since as they day that the sun finally fought through and stopped the flooding and famine.
She was raised humbly, but a known celebrity in her village. Her parents did their best to raise a daughter with skill and devotion to her abilities. When she was six years old and her magical abilities started shining through that sweet exterior, her parents were ecstatic. Both wizards living in secret in this small muggle village, they hoped their daughter would be a witch as well. Rita was truly magical. Her abilities started to blossom, and when her eleventh birthday came around there were two grand celebrations. The whole village gathered to shower Rita in presents and thanks. Her birth had saved them after all, it was fate. Rita received beautiful bouquets of flowers, glittering dresses, and piles of the books that she loved to read day after day. She had her own library after just a few years, and she had read every book in it twice. That day, her parents announced to the village that Rita would be attending a boarding school in the southern part of the country. The village was excited to see Miss Skeeter growing up, and yet so sad at her departure. Rita’s parents explained to her that they were wizards and she was extremely lucky to be able to be sent to this prestigious wizarding school. They promised her a life full of the most wonderful fame and fortune, because it was her destiny.
Rita attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There she was sorted into Ravenclaw, the most apt house of them all. For her brains and ability would go unmatched. Rita devoted her days to her studies, at first relishing the new wizarding life she was thrown into. She made friends easily, as people were naturally drawn to her, and the school looked up to her as she grew older. Classes melted away into grand parties and success. Not only did she continue her work in subjects like Astronomy, Defense against the Dark Arts, Charms, and Transfiguration, but she also challenged herself to writing. Her skill with a quill put her at the top of the bestsellers list early on and she was writing for the Daily Prophet in no time. Life was going wonderfully, and no one was standing in her way. Wherever Rita went, she left a mark. Her parents wrote to her about the awful rain that once again pelted her small village, but every day she returned, they were blessed with sunshine.
writing more than just fiction!
The Life and Truths of Rita Skeeter
Rita Skeeter was born in a muggle village to wizarding parents. Her parents had chosen to live in close proximity to muggles for one reason only, that they couldn’t exactly find work anywhere else. Her father was a publisher, but his books were always second rate. He would get a couple of jobs a month, and his magic never seemed to get any better. Rita always had the left over manuscripts to pour over night and day, the only entertainment she had. The other kids in the village would run about outside, but Rita stayed inside, and stayed clean. The village was prone to thunderstorms, and the ground was usually nothing but mud. Rita’s mother was a struggling herbologist, and she collected new plants every chance she got, and made the muggles a whole line of skin care products, which only sold half of the time. The household managed however, and was always able to provide Rita with a new dress every year, though it wasn’t exactly that glamorous, it wasn’t terrible either. As the years past and Rita grew older, she started getting her wizarding powers. By the age of nine, Rita was quite apt at transforming her dolls into slightly more glamorous versions. Though the were quite crude without a proper wand and no training. It helped the time pass.
Her village looked upon the Skeeters as strange and lowly. Although Rita was smart and devoted to everything that was new and curious, she was still unable to please. Many of the other parents closed their doors to her, as she was always carrying about making up lies and stories to scare the other children. Her books had taught her too well the art of fiction, and her time alone only ever increased her dislike of the other children. She did, however, tell the truth when she was nestled at home. She would talk the ears off her parents with her hopes and dreams of fame, fortune, and friends. A young, lonely girl, she kept sure that her walls were up and ready to defend herself. Over time, she started to realize that the village she grew up in, would really rather she didn’t bother with them at all. When her Hogwarts letter came, like her parents had promised it would, Rita was overjoyed. The village barely even noticed she had gone, but she knew. Rita was ready to change, and as she sailed across the Black Lake, she let her walls inch down and she locked away the defending soldiers…at least for a while.
Hogwarts was much more to her liking. As she was sorted into Ravenclaw, Rita was able to make a few friends, many of the more cunning and brilliant types that accepted her devotion to classes and books. Her skills grew to outstanding measures, especially in Transfiguration and Defense against the Dark Arts. Over the years Rita leaned to protect herself and also how to accept people into her life, though she was still prone to telling lies and making up absurd stories. She had a small paper going around Hogwarts, her and only two other employees kept it running, spreading gossip and making it up when needed. She even earned herself a little fame amongst her friends, the one who they couldn’t easily say no to. Now a sixth year, smack in the middle of a dark scene, Rita finds herself getting even better at writing, for better and for worse.
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CHARACTER'S:
BIRTH DATE: april 1st "1960"
HOUSE: ravenclaw
HAIR COLOR: blonde
EYE COLOR: hazel
OTHER CHARACTERS: Severus Snape
The chilly air was blowing in steady and cold into the astronomy tower. The night was lengthening but time was standing still for Severus. Nothing would deter him from this spot tonight, not like he wanted to be sent back to his dorm where it was just as cold and unfeeling as this place was. He rarely spent time calming himself when sitting in silence and mediation, instead he would stand waiting for something to happen, thinking only of what he wished would appear before him. And in this way, he only worked himself up more, only hurt himself, broke his own heart when his expectations weren’t fulfilled. Could it be that tonight, however, he’d be surprised at the wish come true. At first maybe, but the night wouldn’t go his way, it never really did, and though he’d learned to accept it, the feeling of letting her down was enough to cover himself in agony. Standing at the edge of the window sill, his back to the night sky, his hearing was muffled by the wind hollering around outside. The hallways were dark still, and he couldn’t hear a thing. His black eyes zoned in and out of vision as he stared at the open doorway, and the approaching light snuck up on him, and he barely even noticed before it was nearly upon him. With a quick jump backwards, and a worried expression clouding his thoughts, Severus couldn’t wait to see who it was that caught him here. A secret wish welled up inside of him that it would be her instead of some prefect with a grudge and too much power in their hands.
He didn’t have to wonder long. The entire tower lit up in an instant. The brown, and white stone uncovered itself from the blanket of black that rolled away, but it all happened so fast and Severus didn’t bother to take it in. His eyes were fixed right before him because her voice had shown him the light even before her spell took wind. It was Lilly, standing just before him, her eyes dancing with that green light. Her wand was poised up, ready to strike, and Severus nearly forgot he had his own dangling next to him. He wouldn’t need it, why would such a thing happen here, late at night, with just the two of them? Lily’s voice gasped in slight shock, but the open sadness and hurt couldn’t be ignored either. Severus looked at the floor for a moment, like a dog with its tail between its legs, he knew that being humble wouldn’t change anything, he just unconsciously hoped it would. He glanced back up at her, still lost for words, still stumbling with the idea that she had come to him, when he most wished she would. He let his wand light go out, and shoved it in his pocket, make sure she knew that he wouldn’t try anything, just looking for decent conversation. Friends came and went for Severus but lately they had mostly been gone.
Reaching down into his throat, Severus pulled up some words. They were ugly words, so quick and ridiculous and completely strange. ”You, you made it.” Of course, he didn’t exactly think of his words before his lips parted and they flew out straight for her open ears. Severus stumbled backward, his eyes still glued to her form, his thoughts running amuck. The stones were uneven and cold, and when one foot hit the edge and the other foot carried his body through the movement, Severus found that his arse hitting the floor was quite painful. He groaned in pain, and immediately looked away from her. His black hair dangled before his eyes, his hands leaned back behind him, holding him still in fear that his whole body would cave in from embarrassment. He longed for the dark now, hoped the magic would fade and hide him for what he really was and she would just remember him as before. But she can’t leave, she can’t remember me for that dog she thinks I am.. His thoughts swelled up inside of him, and he found two more words once again. They seeped up from the heart, so full of honest, raw emotion. ”I’m sorry.” His black eyes gazed through the wall of hair, to his once great friend.
He didn’t have to wonder long. The entire tower lit up in an instant. The brown, and white stone uncovered itself from the blanket of black that rolled away, but it all happened so fast and Severus didn’t bother to take it in. His eyes were fixed right before him because her voice had shown him the light even before her spell took wind. It was Lilly, standing just before him, her eyes dancing with that green light. Her wand was poised up, ready to strike, and Severus nearly forgot he had his own dangling next to him. He wouldn’t need it, why would such a thing happen here, late at night, with just the two of them? Lily’s voice gasped in slight shock, but the open sadness and hurt couldn’t be ignored either. Severus looked at the floor for a moment, like a dog with its tail between its legs, he knew that being humble wouldn’t change anything, he just unconsciously hoped it would. He glanced back up at her, still lost for words, still stumbling with the idea that she had come to him, when he most wished she would. He let his wand light go out, and shoved it in his pocket, make sure she knew that he wouldn’t try anything, just looking for decent conversation. Friends came and went for Severus but lately they had mostly been gone.
Reaching down into his throat, Severus pulled up some words. They were ugly words, so quick and ridiculous and completely strange. ”You, you made it.” Of course, he didn’t exactly think of his words before his lips parted and they flew out straight for her open ears. Severus stumbled backward, his eyes still glued to her form, his thoughts running amuck. The stones were uneven and cold, and when one foot hit the edge and the other foot carried his body through the movement, Severus found that his arse hitting the floor was quite painful. He groaned in pain, and immediately looked away from her. His black hair dangled before his eyes, his hands leaned back behind him, holding him still in fear that his whole body would cave in from embarrassment. He longed for the dark now, hoped the magic would fade and hide him for what he really was and she would just remember him as before. But she can’t leave, she can’t remember me for that dog she thinks I am.. His thoughts swelled up inside of him, and he found two more words once again. They seeped up from the heart, so full of honest, raw emotion. ”I’m sorry.” His black eyes gazed through the wall of hair, to his once great friend.
