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Post by rita colline skeeter on Apr 16, 2011 12:10:43 GMT -5
 NICE GUYS FINISH LAST, YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF GAS
YOUR SYMPATHY WILL GET YOU LEFT BEHIND
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Rita paced back and fourth on the fourth floor. She generally waited outside the girls lavatory, and seemed to be doing the potty dance just outside the doorway. She didn't have to go and she was sincerely hoping that no one else would have to either, not until she was finished with the bathroom herself. That might have seemed selfish, but there were plenty of bathrooms around Hogwarts, even if you didn't include the room of requirement, and all Rita was asking for was one all to herself and Marlene Mckinnon. That wasn't so much to ask, was it? She didn't think so. So she waited for Marlene all the same, and tried to keep her pacing to a minimum.
Down by her ankles lay her rather large satchel of make-up, hair products, and all sorts of muggle assortments of beauty. They had this thing, looked seriously dangerous, that curled their eyelashes. Rita was definitely amused, and used it often when she dolled up for parties or just for morning classes with Bilius Weasley. But she couldn't think of all the innocent ways she'd used her make-up before, not now, because she was getting ready to use it in a very non-innocent way. What's taking so long!? Defense should have been out ten minutes ago... Rita's head screamed. She was nervous, inviting Marlene over to do her make-up, when Marlene had done nothing wrong. But wait, stop, doing make-up was hurting someone? Rita really hadn't thought this thing through.
It had all happened too fast really. As Rita ate her pastries with Marlene and Marlene mentioned Ivan, Rita nearly chocked...but why? Rita and Ivan didn't have anything going on, they were just great friends. Rita connected to him and Gracie on a level that no one else had attempted with Rita. Ivan was just always along for the ride, the artist looking for an outlet, and Rita didn't think twice about him. Her efforts were focused on Holden Avery, or Bilius Weasley, or Kevin Willis if only she could be so lucky! So why did it matter if Ivan was suddenly sweet on Marlene, and why on earth was Rita so interested in changing Marlene so that very thing wouldn't happen. Like always, her brain was working way faster than her heart.
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Post by marlene edith mckinnon on Apr 17, 2011 21:56:06 GMT -5
  Marlene walked grimly towards the fourth floor toilets like a prisoner being led to her execution. She still wasn’t sure why she had agreed to meet Rita, in the loos of all places. It was just... the Ravenclaw had looked so forlorn in that second, and a little lonely. It had shattered Marlene’s reservations. How could she say no? She had thought about it for the entirety of DADA. Well, when she wasn’t thinking about how much she had longed for a nap that day. Oh, and when she wasn’t thinking about how this little meeting would prevent her from going back to the dormitory and straightening out her uniform and hair before her next class. And then there were the bits of class where she thought about class work, of course.
But other than that, Marlene’s thoughts had been entirely focused on Rita!
Oh, who was she kidding.
This was Marlene McKinnon. She hadn’t spent another moment on Rita beyond briefly wondering if she was lonely on her way to class. As soon as she stepped foot in the doors she had started up a conversation with some of her classmates, and then there was class itself, and she was so tired so napping got a lot of brain time. In fact, Marlene had forgotten all about her promise to Rita and was halfway back to Gryffindor’s tower before she remembered that she was supposed to meet the Ravenclaw. Only then she did mumble to herself in frustration regarding her outfit because her plait was all messed up from her playing with it, and she really could use a trip to the dormitory to freshen up before her next class...
But back to Rita.
Marlene had run to the fourth floor, paused by the stairs to catch her breath, and was now doing her death march to the other girl. This was probably a bad decision, and during the last few feet to the girls’ loos Marlene lamented her history with bad decisions. She could never decide what to do when given choices and time, but it seemed that she was also terrible at snap decisions. Otherwise she’d be in bed instead of standing behind Rita doing a dance.
“Rita?” Marlene was still carrying her Defense supplies in her arms. She hadn’t bothered with a bag, which meant she’d have to run up to the dorms for supplies for her next class. She only hadn’t packed a bag because she was lazy, but now it seemed to be a good thing. She’d have an excuse for a quick getaway!
“Are the toilets full? Maybe we should go somewhere else, like the courtyards, or the grounds?”
 hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, rita skeeter
they’re all, 446
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “I can't wait for this! (:” |
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Post by rita colline skeeter on Apr 28, 2011 18:40:54 GMT -5
NICE GUYS FINISH LAST, YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF GAS
YOUR SYMPATHY WILL GET YOU LEFT BEHIND
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rita looked like she had been slapped more than once across her thin, white, pursed face. Really she had only just startled herself into the realization that Marlene was standing right there next to her, a little late, but still there for their meeting. Rita was worried, all at once, that she had taken a step in the wrong direction. Way into the wrong direction to be specific. Rita looked at Marlene, let her eyes scan the girl from the top of her frizzy brown hair to the bottoms of her black uniform shoes. What had Marlene done to Rita? Why nothing, nothing at all. Rita's eyes weren't looking over her next subject, her friend, or her enemy. Her eyes were instead glued to the form of someone who really didn't deserve to get hurt.
Even in her early days as journalist extraordinaire Rita hadn't been the most respected writer of the times, but this move was surely about to put her on the fast track to untrustworthy gossip columnist. Rita didn't want that, she didn't want to become that sort of a person, but what did it matter anyway when everyone thought you already were? Marlene obviously didn't want to be there, but she had come anyway, and Rita wasn't going to let this show of bravery go to waste. She blinked a few more times than normal and plastered a grin on her red, glossy lips.
"Marlene!" She squealed, her voice dripping with the excitement of a girl at her first slumber party. "Oh no, they're free to use. Come on, I'll put a charm on the door." Rita gasped at the Gryffindor, and darted inside the girls bathroom, her hair flying out behind her like a wisp of yellow flame. The bathroom was empty and slightly cold, but the sparkling clean stone and porcelain was beckoning Rita inside. She had her box of supplies at her side, and her wand already dancing out of its pocket and warming to her touch. Today was going to be one of those days that Rita later regretted, but now was not time for regrets. Now was time for make-up.
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IT WILL BE HILARIOUS. LIKE A SLUMBER PARTY! |
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Post by marlene edith mckinnon on May 1, 2011 12:23:35 GMT -5
“What is wrong with you?” Rita had long since worn out Marlene’s patience at breakfast. The Gryffindor was not known for having much of a reserve, only the fact that it was early in the term, and her desire to keep herself out of the Hogwarts Press, had prevented Marlene from asking the question earlier. It wasn’t said meanly, but the exasperation was evident in Marlene’s tone as she took in Rita’s pursed face. She looked absolutely shell shocked to see Marlene, and considering Rita had been the one to invite her, it was more than a little disconcerting.
The look was gone almost as soon as Marlene had commented on it, in its place a mask of complete and utter delight. It was now Marlene’s turn to look decidedly uncomfortable at the Ravenclaw fawned over her. This couldn’t be good, and once again Marlene cursed the brief moment of weakness that had caused her to give in to Rita. She probably wasn’t lonely at all. Sure, Grace Davies wasn’t the best company, she was a few unicorn hairs short of a wand core, but she followed Rita around with the utter devotion of a puppy. She had Kenny, and Marlene knew that he, at least, was fabulous company. Her pity was probably misplaced, and the sympathy that had bubbled up had now evaporated. Leaving Marlene even more desperate to get away.
Unfortunately, it was too late to run. Besides, a Gryffindor never ran. Rita was quite lucky in that regard, because even though every brain cell in Marlene’s pretty little head screamed about traps and escape routes, Marlene wasn’t about to listen. She did the exact opposite and followed Rita into the girls’ toilet. Not even Rita’s promise to charm the door caused her to pause, though she did clutch her wand just a smidge tighter.
The door eased shut behind Marlene with a very final sounding, light thud. She shivered slightly, both from the chill in the bathroom and the door. She glanced around, unsure of whether or not she wanted to step further into the toilets, but there really wasn’t anything to see. It was a bathroom, cleaner than Moaning Myrtles. In fact, it positively shone. Probably because this early in the day, rarely anyone had required its use.
Rita had her wand out, and a rather large box that Marlene eyed suspiciously. “What’s that?” Marlene shifted her books and pointed her wand to the box. Was it too much to hope that it was a cat or something? Probably.
hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, rita skeeter
they’re all, 423
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “SHOULD HAVE BRUSHED YOUR HAIR THIS MORNING, MAR.” |
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Post by rita colline skeeter on May 3, 2011 22:50:32 GMT -5
NICE GUYS FINISH LAST, YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF GAS
YOUR SYMPATHY WILL GET YOU LEFT BEHIND
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Marlene followed Rita inside and for a moment Rita was almost surprised that she actually had. Here was Marlene standing in the fourth floor girls bathroom with Rita, ready for whatever it was she thought Rita was going to to do...and that did surprise Rita. It was either that Gryffindor chivalry that everyone was talking about or it was the fact that Rita hadn't scared someone away at breakfast. Her perky morning personality usually did that for her straight away, either that or the large amounts of pastries she consumed... That moment of surprise, however, flew away as soon as the last echos of their feet had died away. Rita turned to Marlene, a smile prancing across her face, and an excited squawk tumbling out of her mouth. "This is my make-up case. It's nothing really special, just a few of the things I use daily."
Rita set it down on the edge of the sink and flashed her wand in its general direction. A mumble or two later and it was unlocking, unclasping, unfolding into a marvelous mini vanity. With four layers of eye shadow; two tubs full of lipstick in various shades of pink, red, and peach; an even gradient of twenty kinds of cover-up and power depending on how tan she was that day; and a long line of thin black and brown liners it was the complete set any beauty queen would dream of. Rita watched as it unraveled its contents, and then looked up at Marlene. "Isn't it just, so cute!" Rita had forgotten about charming the door, but let herself think that because Marlene had come in the first place she wouldn't be leaving any time soon. Rita was obviously a very optimistic person, as long as you gave her just one sign that you might, one day honor her friendship.
In Rita's excitement, she slipped into day dreams of all the wonderful ways her and Marlene could be friends. Perhaps she didn't have to try and ruin something that hadn't even started, perhaps she could just being doing this out of sheer good intentions as if Rita were a good samaritan. But did good samaritans manipulate, lie, and cheat those around them? Depends on who she's being good to. Who was really benefiting? Marlene..Ivan..Rita? She blinked and shook her thoughts away, too many questions were clouding her judgement. Rita wasn't going to back out, that would be embarrassing. Fumbling forward she picked out her first weapon, a petite little brush and golden eye shadow. "This color would look gorgeous on you Marlene. This is what I wanted to show you..." Her eyes were alight, this time with something more than innocent excitement.
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i think rita is a few unicorn hairs short of a wand core too... |
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