｢ 𝐟𝐭. 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫. ｣
@quickquilled ━ 𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓
𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛: diagon alley 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒: ???
“ rita! “ evan crowed, stopping just short of slinging an arm around her shoulder. something told him the gesture wouldn’t be appreciated, though he did enjoy picturing where the interaction would go from there. “ how’s my favorite witch weekly columnist? “ he asked, laying on the charm with an easy smile and a raised brow. it never hurt to butter people up, but rita was so fun, he almost thought it didn’t count as buttering her up. the energy she exuded just needed to be matched. “ let me be the first to congratulate your recent exposé on the tornados’ coach. that guy was six feet of useless stuffed in a ball cap and gym shorts, and someone needed to have the balls to say it. “
｢ 𝐟𝐭. 𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫. ｣
as he slid into the seat across from her at the cafe, rita gave evan an amused look, almost catlike in her languor. ❛ — inside sources are saying the tornados are looking into replacements, you know, ❜ she informed him, knowing full well that of course he would already know. she didn’t bother to thank him for the congratulations. ❛ — an opposing team undergoing such a MAJOR upheaval mid-season … that could be quite useful for the magpies. ❜ rita paused, savouring a long sip of her tea. just a hint too strong, exactly the way she liked it. ❛ — let’s not pretend your congratulations is about anyone other than yourself, evan. i thought we were close enough by now not to keep secrets. it’s insulting, really. ❜ not that she looked insulted in the slightest; rather, her red-lipsticked smile had only widened at his obvious flattery. she looked as though she had just finished dining on canary.
