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Post by bilius charles weasley on Jan 7, 2011 11:25:34 GMT -5
 I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.------------------------------------------------------------------Sixth year, so far, proved to be very enjoyable. If only because it was the first day of classes and he already had a free period. Sadly, it was just one free period. He had three whole classes on this sunny Monday. He did not know how he would survive until Wednesday, the greatest day known to mankind because he had one, yes, count it, ONE CLASS all day long. Yes, sixth year seemed like a pretty fantastic year. Oh, sure, he was supposed to use these free periods to better himself and work on homework, blah blah blah. It was the first day. He barely had any homework. Oh sure, he had an essay in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but that would take an hour at best. He didn’t have Defense Against the Dark Arts until Thursday. Not including his free nights, he had six free periods between now and then. And if managed to waste all six of those free periods and waited until the last minute, he could pull an all-nighter Wednesday night. Sure, it would stink because he would be tired for his 8:30 a.m. Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but his next class that day was at 5 p.m. He could catch up lost sleep. Sixth year was the best thing ever invented.
This first free period was spent getting lost in the Hogwarts corridors. It had been a long (but enjoyable) summer so he had to remember where all of the cool things were hidden. Plus, he had to find some new cool things. Hogwarts always had secrets. Bilius was determined to find them all. He considered taking a nap for a couple of hours, but it was already 2:30 p.m. Some people still were eating lunch. Classes did not start for another half an hour, so he figured he could ambush someone to entertain him. Maybe he would find someone as they wandered back to their common room for a break or maybe he would just find someone on his or her way to class and convince him or her to skip the class. It was the first day. It’s not like professors did anything important the first day. It was more to make sure you did not blow yourself up over the summer. Professors just gave lectures to the students about how this year was the most important yet for their studies and then reprimanded them for forgetting everything over summer holidays. Well, they should have been allowed to practice magic over the holidays. Maybe if they were allowed to do magic outside of Hogwarts, they would not forget so much of what they were taught. Maybe then they would not need to spend so much time relearning everything they were taught in previous years. Had anyone thought about that? No, probably not.
Perhaps this was why Bilius hated being by himself. He just thought way too much if he had no one to entertain him. He sounded like a Ravenclaw. Bilius Weasley was not a Ravenclaw, as his mother so unkindly reminded him. She suggested that he had another class or two because he might need them later in life. That was the smart thing. Well, apparently Bilius was not very smart because he liked the free periods much more. Now he just had to find something to do during his free periods. He had been wandering since he finished lunch and was not quite sure which floor he was on. They all looked the same and with the moving staircases, it was almost impossible to get where you wanted to go. Luckily, Bilius wanted nothing more than to get lost, so all was according to plan. If only he could find someone to get lost with…
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Post by rita colline skeeter on Jan 7, 2011 12:49:35 GMT -5
   here we go again we're just like animals we'll play pretend,
you're just a cannibal and i'm afraid i won't get out alive.
oh oh, i want some more. oh oh what are you waiting for?![/i][/size][/center] The first issue of the Hogwarts Press had yet to be published, copied, and sent out to the students of Hogwarts. Rita was working on finishing up a few juicy stories, changing a few words around, making more secrets than what she started with. If she was lucky she'd get some positive feedback, and even some haters. A scandalous journalist lived off of haters. Their angry letters to the editor were the fuel that pushed her onward towards her next story. Just knowing that someone was reading and reacting so emotionally to her work was an reward in itself, a nice and scandalous reward. She carried around her satchel which only contained the quills and parchment necessary for her writing. Some people wrote with special ink in journals or wonderfully, leather bound books. Other people jotted down their notes and reworked everything later on a nice old fashioned desk, but not Rita. She had grown up with little to call her own but hand me downs and badly written books, so she learned to get on with only the necessities, and still yet her paper would flourish. Now during her free period, Rita would finish up that first issue, if only she could find one more story. Just one more secret or slice of gossip would make the start of this term complete.
She wandered up the moving staircases, letting them just take her wherever they wanted. In her six years at Hogwarts she had learned that it's no use getting upset over them, you just had to go with it and if you really needed to get somewhere, the school seemed to have a little magic of its own to get you there. Rita lazily stepped off on what appeared to be the second floor, though she wasn't ever really sure any more. An elderly man in the portraits was running from frame to frame, looking at Rita as she wandered. Rita gave a little chuckle and stopped to watch him for a moment. Portraits could be interesting, but nothing scandalous about them, nothing that anyone would really want to read about. So Rita gave him a wink and moved on, forgetting that he was even watching. The second floor was boring, empty and quiet, which wasn't what Rita was looking for. Instinct had led her this way, but then again instinct wasn't exactly the best thing to rely on. After all, her instinct had some times told her that posting a story wouldn't be the smartest thing to do, but she persisted, and now she was sitting on a nice pile of notoriety. Still, however, something drove her forward, like someone was waiting for her.
Sure thing, just a few more steps onward and a figure came into view. Rita stopped for a moment, fixing her loose curls and fixing her school uniform. First impressions right, just in case it was some older, lovely looking seventh year. She moved on, a little smile dancing on her face going from happy to snide, and returning to flirty when the tall frame of a gentleman appeared before her. He was turned away, so his face wasn't exactly visible, but who could forget that signature hair of Bilius Weasley. He was the same year as Rita, wandering the halls like any sixth year would be doing during a free period, though his features seemed to call out for adventure. A gryffindor, a little dense some times, but still a brave soul if the hat was right, and that meant a little adventure wasn't out of question. She waltzed right up to him, stowed her quill in her waist band, and grinned. "Weasley, what are you up to?" Her voice just seemed to drip off of her thick, painted red lips.
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Post by bilius charles weasley on Jan 8, 2011 9:34:58 GMT -5
I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.------------------------------------------------------------------ Then again, maybe it was better to be alone. When alone, no one can start ugly rumors about you. A chill went up Bilius’ back as he heard her talk to him. He could not see her, but anyone could recognize the voice of Rita Skeeter, the sole reason he and Annabeth broke up. He was not cheating on her. Yes, he was alone with another girl, but for Merlin’s sake, they were in the library researching a project that a professor assigned them to do together. He was not holding her hand or playing footsie. Needless to say, Bilius did not particularly like Rita. She was cute. She could probably be datable if someone removed her tongue and her quill.
Still Bilius had not turned around. He obviously heard her since she was so close to him, so he could not pretend he didn’t hear her. He would have to turn around. To not do so would be rude. She would print a story about him that he is deaf or a woman hater. There was just no way to avoid the evil that is Rita Skeeter. For the first time, Bilius thought about the girls she lived with. It must be awful to live with Rita. You could never trust her with the smallest secret. Bilius would not even be surprised if she made truth potion to extract secrets. That, or she would just make up the secret herself.
“Hullo, Rita,” Bilius finally said, turning around to face her, “I’m contemplating the weather. I wonder if it will be sunny today or rainy or snowy or if we’ll have a hurricane or if we’ll have floods. Oh sure, it’s a nice September day now, but that could change easily.” There, that was the weather. That had to be safe. What could she do with that? BREAKING NEWS: Bilius Weasley thinks about weather. No one would possibly care about that. Yes, that was completely safe in his mind. Part of him wondered why he just did not walk away and not talk to her, but he knew the answer. Weasleys were nice. They were always polite, except when their temper got the best of them, and then they were immediately embarrassed. Bilius refused to get angry at Rita. He would just be very calm and she would get bored and just walk away. It was truly a fantastic plan.
Quickly, Bilius tried to think of other safe topics. He could talk about classes. He could tell her what classes he will be taking. Would she call him a slacker because all of his free periods? Maybe he should just ask about her classes. What classes did a girl determined to ruin everyone’s lives with secrets take? She probably took Potions. At least, Bilius would. He would be too afraid that someone would poison his drink. See, there was that thinking thing again. Now he was thinking how completely unhelpful classes were for some people. The classes only prepared for some future careers, like working in the Ministry of Magic or working in St. Mungo’s. What about people who wanted to work with writing, like Rita? If Bilius suddenly decided he wanted to write a novel, he would be at a loss because he never had a writing class. He could barely write poorly written essays about boring topics. Focus,Bilius. So far, he only had classes as safe topics. He needed more. Food! He could talk about the meals they had. That was perfectly safe. What if she thought he was asking her on a date? Oh, this was very difficult.
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Post by rita colline skeeter on Jan 8, 2011 16:44:40 GMT -5
here we go again we're just like animals we'll play pretend,
you're just a cannibal and i'm afraid i won't get out alive.
oh oh, i want some more. oh oh what are you waiting for?! [/i][/size][/center] Rita leaned against the wall and watched Bilius. He was such a kind man, setting up for that fantastic reputation that would undoubtedly carry him through life with a smile on his slightly freckled face. Freckles were kind of cute, but Rita couldn't get involved with someone she had sort of ruined just a while ago. Bilius, the kind young fellow, found with another girl snogging in the library! It may be a quiet place but the words printed on that piece of parchment seemed to shout out at his girlfriend, oh whats-her-name. Of course Rita didn't actually see the snogging but it was close enough. A study date like that was bound to end up hot later in the evening. She was doing good for her fellow females. Now, looking at Bilius turn slowly towards her and spit out something about hurricanes in September was truly enjoyable. It made Rita's quill shiver in her waist band, the way he seemed so totally on edge.
"A lot could easily change couldn't it Bilius. The weather is a fine subject to wonder about surely, but I'm saving the outside world for Astronomy." She flipped her hair and and then crossed her arms leaning against the stone walls. They seemed so durable, but she found a way to weave her way through them, spotting new interesting things every day. However, too much primping herself wouldn't lead to friends or fun times. So Rita shoved her quill down further into its confines. "I've got quite a long free period right now, if you wanted to find things more intriguing than the weather?" Rita's voice often lifted up in a sing song fashion, and was easily mistaken for flirting, though she usually was just trying for friendship.
That's how warped Rita Skeeter had become. Growing up she'd learned to fend for herself, keep herself busy and entertained, and only recently had she been introduced to other people her age that might offer some sort of relationship other than as a bully. In fact, Rita herself had turned the tables, she had become the bully in most cases, mistaking that power for leadership in someway. Truth was, now Bilius was cowering before her and she was on her way to driving him up the wall and out of her path as fast as he could. Another lonely day in the life of Rita, but she put up those walls and found a away to pretend that she was shrouded in fancy things with fancy people and parties and lovers galore. Rita looked up at Bilius with a gentle satisfaction that her work had caused some kind of a reaction, and then her eyes sifted to their glossy, pretty girl look. Just like everyone had expected her to be, she was very capable of playing dumb in almost every situation. Bilius looked as if he was thinking of a million things each second, thinking of a way out? Rita wouldn't stand for that.
"There's an empty classroom just down the way too, or plenty of things to find in the kitchens." Was this Rita's way of making a friend or asking for a date? She wasn't that desperate in the playing field, still keeping her eye out for an older, lovely man to come her way, but she could have fooled even herself right then. She pursed her lips and moved a couple steps further ahead.
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Post by bilius charles weasley on Jan 9, 2011 0:48:50 GMT -5
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Why did cute have to be so evil? As a sixteen year old heterosexual man, it was Bilius’ duty to notice attractive women and Rita definitely fit that category. Why could she not just be like every other girl in the school? Normal girls just giggled and smiled and batted their eyelashes. He never knew what they were thinking, but if they were anything like their male counterparts, it was not much, just how to get that bloody bra strap unlatched. Well, maybe girls weren’t thinking like that, but Rita definitely did not. She seemed so innocent, but behind that mask lurked pure evil. He had to keep reminding himself of that because otherwise he would definitely get himself in trouble.
But would he? Bilius had a very good feeling that Rita was flirting with him. Maybe he had misjudged her. Maybe the reason she started the rumour that he cheated on his girlfriend was because she fancied him and thus wanted him single. It seemed like sound logic to him. It was not a particularly nice thing to do, but if a girl found him that irresistible (not that she could be blamed, of course), what was he to do? Besides, what else was there to do? Making up his mind once and for all that he needed to give Rita a second chance, he smiled at her. Not his usual ‘Oh, hi, nice to see you. How’s your mum?’ No, this was his special smile reserved for attractive girls. He practiced it in the mirror when the other guys in his dorm were not around. It was mostly a half-smile that sort of looked like a smirk. He thought it made him look like a tough guy, so obviously women must, too.
“Too bad I dropped Astronomy then,” Bilius said with a chuckle, as if he were the most imaginative person ever. Was this boy not just afraid of this girl moments ago? Well, he would probably flirt with an angry lion if it looked good in a skirt and appeared as if it would not bite him. Oh the shallow days of teenage angst, “I’ve got a long free period, too. Isn’t being a sixth year great?” For a moment, his ‘cool guy’ persona dropped and he smiled normally. If allowed, Bilius would probably be able to talk for at least an hour about how absolutely awesome it was to be a sixth year. He would list that he no longer had to take stupid classes (such as Astronomy and History of Magic); he had plenty of long breaks; he finished (and passed) his O.W.L.’s; and N.E.W.T.’s were far away. They were practically a lifetime away. This would be the year of mischief and mayhem.
Empty classroom?! Bilius’ bright blue eyes widened at the thought. Was she asking him to go snog in an empty classroom right now? What did she think? that he could perform on command? He had to check to make sure there was no food in his teeth from lunch and that his breath smelled good. He suddenly could not remember what he had for lunch, “Oh, er, I...” Bilius fumbled and mumbled, knowing his cool demeanor no longer existed. What if this was a trap? Why did he ever think he could ever trust Rita? Was she tricking him? Maybe he really did have something in his teeth and her stupid photographer friend Bogo or something was hiding behind a pillar to get a picture. Thinking (not so) quickly, Bilius ‘casually’ rested his hand on his nose, letting his fingers dangle in front of his mouth. Ha! Let her try to get a picture with his hand blocking his teeth. Also trying to keep his mouth closed as much as possible, he replied, “I think I may have left my Transfiguration essay in the common room and I should probably go fetch that.” Really? Transfiguration essay? On the first day of classes? When he already told her he had a big break? Too bad she was a Ravenclaw. Any other house might have fallen for it, but Ravenclaws were generally too intelligent. She probably would know that he was trying to get away from her. If she had meant her remark as a sexual advance, then she might print something awful like since he was not interested in her, he must be gay. If she wanted to get him to admit to an awful secret though, he may have saved himself. He hoped it was the latter, but sort of hoped it was the former. She really was quite pretty.
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Post by rita colline skeeter on Jan 16, 2011 20:42:12 GMT -5
here we go again we're just like animals we'll play pretend,
you're just a cannibal and i'm afraid i won't get out alive.
oh oh, i want some more. oh oh what are you waiting for?! [/i][/size][/center] Bilius was grinning right back at Rita with a mischievously cute smile. Now that she really looked at him, closer than she had ever before, he was adorable in his own way. That hair, those eyes, and the mild case of freckles dotted about were a little different than her usual, but that funny little way he seemed to be so confident and then so fidgety was enjoyable to Rita. She hadn't a story in mind to use against him, in fact she rarely did when talking to people, but she did like to find people to talk to during her breaks and sometimes something good came out of it. True Rita was close to finishing the first issue of the Hogwarts Press for that year, but it didn't matter. At the moment she had a sweet boy trying to get his way with her. Oh how she would love this. Rita giggled a little and looked down at the floor, playing up her role as attractive and somewhat devious. Then she flicked her eyes back up at his gorgeous blue ones.
"Essay for Transfiguration. You know, I'm in that class and I don't have an essay. You wouldn't be trying to get rid of me would you?" Her voice sounded innocent enough, yet it rang with that classic Ravenclaw spirit of "who are you trying to kid?" The reasons that he could have had for wanting out were numerous, but still Rita tried to pin point it. Perhaps he didn't find her attractive at all, and he was leaving just to let her down easy. But then again Rita wasn't exactly trying to throw herself at him. He could be late for something else, or didn't want to be caught with another girl. The memory of her last article about Bilius just then floated across her synapses. Oh poor kid, probably thought she was out to get him. Well in either sense of it, she kind of was. This go around wasn't as humiliating though, or at least that's what she thought now. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, being with Bilius, it was definitely an adventure waiting for her.
She pushed back her hair and gave him a reassuring wink. "I just wanted to get to know you a little more. I've seen you around and I feel like I only know the surface facts. Who's the real Bilius?" An early morning session of flirting and asking questions didn't sound half bad, though she hoped he didn't think she was trying to interview him. That was just how Rita had learned to get along, reading her books and writing her stories as a youngster had influenced that social strangeness that she sometimes had. She was usually able to cover that up though, with her looks and some fast thinking. She took a step back and waited patiently for his response. Maybe he'd bolt the other way, or maybe he'd shrug and go along with her crazy schemes. He looked prepared to do both.
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Post by bilius charles weasley on Jan 22, 2011 12:25:41 GMT -5
I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.------------------------------------------------------------------ Rita was in his Transfiguration class? Well, didn’t that just beat all? Lies were never Bilius’ strong point. He could get away with the little things, like telling his mother that Arthur did it, but when questions were involved, that was it. He could never keep his story going because he forgot what he previously said. He tried to overcompensate by giving a lot of details, which just really messed him up. Maybe this would teach Bilius to stop lying since it never really worked, but probably not. You could give a hippogriff a rat, but you could not make him eat it, as the saying goes. Maybe he thought if he tried it enough, it would work. Maybe he was just looking for the girl that would believe everything he said. Obviously Rita was not that girl. She was just too smart for him. That was why she was a Ravenclaw, after all.
“No,” Bilius said, his ears a bright red. He was embarrassed for getting caught in a lie and having Rita understand what he was doing. Now that he was going to give her a chance, he would just have to start all over. Maybe she did not deserve the foul treatment everyone gave her. Maybe this was her reaching out, looking for a friend in her time of need. Maybe she did not know how to be a people person, “Must have just misunderstood the instructions.” He thought about lying to say he had been given an essay because he misbehaved or because he was too dumb, but neither of those made him seem like a decent person. He did not want Rita to think badly of him, after all. Sure, some girls liked the bad boy, but that would never have worked because if she was in his class, she would know that he does not act up in class. And who wanted to admit to a Ravenclaw that he was stupid? Not Bilius.
The real Bilius? Did she think he had a secret? Stop overthinking and jumping to conclusions, Bilius told himself. Rita just seemed to be a curious person. If she wanted to find out some stuff about him, who cares? Slowly, Bilius nodded. It was pretty weird to be asked question after question, but she probably just wanted to know his birthday so she could add it to her calendar. Bilius never could remember people’s birthdays. What if Bilius didn’t know the answers? Obviously he knew his birthday, but Bilius was never sure what his favourite colour was. To be honest, he hated when people asked him. It was a colour. Who cares? Why does he need a preference? Or questions that made him choose between chocolate and vanilla. Both were great. Why did not he need to choose? Knowing that it was too late since he already agreed, Bilius still ventured to ask, “What sort of questions?” Never having been interviewed, since Rita never asked for his side of the story before printing the lies, Bilius had no idea what to expect. It made him feel vulnerable, which he did not like.
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Post by rita colline skeeter on Jan 26, 2011 21:47:13 GMT -5
here we go again we're just like animals we'll play pretend,
you're just a cannibal and i'm afraid i won't get out alive.
oh oh, i want some more. oh oh what are you waiting for?! [/i][/size][/center] How adorable he was being caught up in a lie. Rita smiled at his blush and shrugged it off. Many sorts of people lied, for so many different reasons, and Rita herself was far from a clean slate. She had learned to roll with the punches that people threw out. She was usually cunning enough to catch them up on it, and if not, then obviously it wasn't hurting anything. Rita simply lifted her arm and patted Bilius on the shoulder. The reach was a little high up, but the gesture couldn't have been more important. It said, It's okay Bilius. I don't mind. and at the same time perhaps pushed herself a little further at him. What was she doing? This wasn't how the morning had been planned, and she certainly never felt the need to flirt with Weasley any other time. Was Rita's heart changing for her fellow classmate? Was her flirting turning into something more? Rita's hand dropped slowly back down to her side, and she gave off a sweet, nervous chuckle. Good cover-up. Pretend like you'd been planning that all along, that physical contact was certainly the most logical next step. Rita's brain was being far from logical right now.
"Well, intriguing sort of questions." Rita reverted back to her normal self, her heart stopped beating rapidly, and her nerves seemed to blur back to average activity. No one ever saw that side of Rita, no one ever knew her nervous pitter patter as she got a little too social with people -- pushing her boundries, not knowing how people are supposed to act. Why didn't anyone ever say to her, who's the real Rita? It was probably because most people didn't care, or didn't want to ever know. To them Rita was always going to be what they saw on the outside, and for a girl whose spent hours trying to perfect that outward appearance, I guess she had to accept that for fear of lying to herself. She pushed all of this from her mind, and began piling information about Bilius on top of it. The perfect story...for print or for living? She'd decide that later.
"For instance," She cleared her throat and stood up a little taller, her heals clicking into place. "What do you plan to do in two years when we're out on our own?" The common question floated out of her mouth with a dainty little twist. She couldn't help but make it sound like an interview, but with time she'd feel a little more comfortable. Bilius was standing there, probably wondering what was going to come out of her mouth next. She had her quill stowed away in her skirt, and it was poking her quite often, itching to come out and write, but Rita just dug her heal into the stone, distracting herself. This was going to be a normal conversation if she could manage it. Of course, that was the big "if"...could she manage it?
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Post by bilius charles weasley on Jan 30, 2011 0:05:44 GMT -5
I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.------------------------------------------------------------------ Bilius was not a big fan of English. He knew the language to manage well enough, but games of syntax and linguistics were beyond him. Yet even Bilius knew the negative connotation of ‘intriguing.’ To him, the word meant some pompous auror trying to pretend he had the slightest inkling as to who the murderer was, or it meant ‘you’re in deep hippogriff crap.’ Unfortunately, that’s how Bilius figured she meant it. Yet a man has only his honour and the clothes upon his back, and he said he would answer Rita’s question, so, unless his tongue suffocated him, he would answer her questions, hopefully honestly, but sometimes things were too personal to tell anyone, much less just some girl in your year who is pretty but also runs a gossip paper.
She wanted to know his career plans? Well, that was hardly what he considered intriguing at all. Bilius’ face lit up. This would be easy. Why did he give her such a hard time for such an easy question? “I want to do everything,” Bilius said simply. It was an act he did whenever someone, usually some random redhead that was somehow a Weasley, asked him about his future. He gave a very general answer, allowed the person a moment or two to ponder what exactly he meant, and then he continued in a rush, out of pure excitement, “I want to do whatever I can. I want to visit every country and do something unique there. You know, odd jobs. Something that could only be done there, like learn to train a dragon in Romania. I don’t know what those jobs are yet, but I’m going to find them and I’m going to do them. I want to absolutely live my life, enjoying every moment. Then, after a few years, when the excitement dies a bit, I want to write a book about my adventures, and then maybe play for the Chudley Cannons.” Taking a breath, because that monologue took a while, he continued, “I mean, they’ll take anyone who has a broom and knows which way is up. It’ll be cool to tell my grandkids ‘Hey, I played professional Quidditch.’ I just won’t tell them what team.”
After his long winded speech, Bilius looked at Rita and asked the common question, “Where do you want to be?” The moment he asked, he regretted it. Was he allowed to ask questions while being interviewed? Of all the questions to ask, why would he ask that one? Rita Skeeter was going to be the most famous journalist in two years obviously. She displayed what she wanted to the whole school. He admired that about her. She knew what she wanted and she stopped at nothing to get it. But still, he thought to himself, it was only polite to ask. It would have been rude not to inquire about her future, and Bilius was never rude. Well, maybe he was when he had a bit too much to drink, or if he was talking to the opposing team on the Quidditch field, but any other time, he tried to be as kind as could be. If she laughed at his stupid question, he would not to ask anymore and just let her ask whatever she wanted.
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Post by rita colline skeeter on Feb 6, 2011 19:09:48 GMT -5
here we go again we're just like animals we'll play pretend,
you're just a cannibal and i'm afraid i won't get out alive.
oh oh, i want some more. oh oh what are you waiting for?! [/i][/size][/center] Rita stood there and listened intently to Bilius. His first answer, however vague, did offer some sense of an explanation. No wonder she couldn't ever pin point his favorite class or see him studying up on some hobby. Bilius was the kind to explore the world, whether magical or not, and add up all of those adventures. Rita let him ramble, hearing the joy exploding out of his voice like a dragon's flame. Weasley, taming dragons in Romania. Now that was an idea, and Rita had to admit to herself that it did sound rather brave. He gave him a different glance, for just a moment, imagining him with sword and shield fighting to reach her tower. Of course Rita would be the one in the tower, watching as all of the action happened. Just watching, that's what she'd be doing...just watching. Her eyes glazed over and she peered past his head and down the corridor beyond.
Rita's mind flew past all of her possible future choices. Not a single soul that had seen the infamous Rita Skeeter would say that she'd be anything but a journalist. Constantly pushing into the lives of others, while notoriously escaping actually having to live her own. Was that was Rita wanted out of life? Just a story to tell and a picture to paint. She could walk away down the corridor now and continue on as she should. Life would stay the same while people like Bilius went off and had adventures. Or she could stay here, talking to Bilius, maybe take a year off from writing, oh who was she kidding!? Rita blinked and smiled up at the boy, and gave a cute little shrug. "Where do I wanna be?" Rita skipped off a few steps ahead, turning back to look at Bilius, with a rather sneaky grin spreading further upon her face. "I wanna be wherever legends are being made, wherever no one else can get to so I can spread the news. I wanna be wherever you're fighting off dragons."
It was specific enough to be flirty, but distant enough to be teasing. Rita motioned Bilius down the corridor, hoping to get juicier stuff from him yet, but that would require different settings. It was still early into their morning, and classes wouldn't be starting for a good while, which left them just enough time for a mini adventure inside the walls of Hogwarts. Magic castle plus Rita's curiosity and a Gryffindor's bravery equaled some serious mischief. Rita had her wand, her quill, and her initiative..if only she could coax Weasley into following her around.
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