imagine, if you will, a young Rita Skeeter

she’s in her fifth year at Hogwarts

in Slytherin, of course

she’s already decided that upon graduation, she’ll be working for the Daily Prophet

now, given that Hogwarts doesn’t really have ‘liberal arts’ classes, Rita’s been able to negotiate some free periods into her schedule

“Oh please, Professor Slughorn, you don’t wish for me to work on my writing, on my craft, in History of Magic do you?”

she’s on her way to the library, as it’s the other place besides the Great Hall where she can find fodder for her…’stories’

now, given her ambitious nature and the fact that she’s not registered, it’s safe to assume that Rita pulled a Marauders and taught herself to become an animagus

she stops outside the library and quickly scans her surroundings

satisfied, she shifts into her beetle form, and is about to fly through the large wooden doors when she hears it, a whisper from a hidden alcove

“Accio, beetle.”

Rita feels herself fly backwards into someone’s hand

fingers close around her

and suddenly she feels them moving

Rita can’t see anything until she’s released a while later in what she eventually learn is the Room of Requirement

as she tries to orient herself, she’s hit again by another whispered spell and all of a sudden she’s back in her human form

emerald and silver robes askew, blonde hair tousled, and glasses perched haphazardly on her nose

Rita composes herself and draws her wand, quick as lightning

she jabs foward, her wand poking into blue and copper robes

she glances up

green eyes meet blue

and she realizes she’s face to face with a boy

a rather handsome one, in fact

“What do you think you’re playing at?” she spits out, digging the end of her wand into the boy’s chest

to her annoyance, he flashes her a blinding smile and laughs, his golden curls dancing in merriment

“Oh, my dear, you and I both know you’re in no position to be making demands.” the boy smoothly answers, his smile never wavering

there’s a beat

Rita lowers her wand and looks down her nose at the fourth year in front of her

“I do suppose, how ever, introductions are in order,” the boy continues

he grabs one of her perfectly manicured hands

“Rita Skeeter,” he says before kissing her hand, “the name’s Gilderoy Lockhart. And I believe that we can be of great help to each other.”

and over the coming years, that’s exactly what they do

Gilderoy helps Rita embellish her tall tales

Rita helps Gilderoy with his jinxes and hexes especially the memory charm

and after Hogwarts the two keep in touch

Gilderoy gives Rita exclusive interviews, elevating her status at the Prophet

Rita writes countless articles about Gilderoy, helping generate his popularity

basically, the two bring out the worst in each other

but in fleeting moments of fumbling hands and stolen kisses, of drunken nights and countless quiet mornings, they also bring out the best in each other

Rita learns that Gilderoy just wants to make sure he’s leaving something behind, to make sure that long after he’s gone, people will remember him

and Gilderoy finds out that Rita wants to be indispensable, to be irreplaceable; she wants to make others dependent on her, she wants to feel needed

they supported each other

they made each other laugh

but they never saw each other cry

well, granted, there was one time Gilderoy did see Rita cry

it was in his room in St. Mungo’s

where in between the heartbroken sobs Rita promised him:

When you expect a little but you receive a LOT 

cyrus is gay (is this even a headcanon)

andi is pan because pan-di mack

buffy is the only one i think might be straight?

both bex and bowie are not into labels

jonah is bi i think?

amber is a lesbian who ultimately grows and becomes a better person and dates iris, who is also a lesbian