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You're a little obsessed with yourself, aren't you?
well no one else is gonna do it
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Where: Ravenclaw House table, Great Hall When: 9th January 1978, breakfast Who: Dirk && @qvickquillβ
Where around him were classmates catching up on work or studying they had forgotten about over the holidays, Dirk had finished all of his homework and done a reasonable amount of extra reading. Others were yawning, the first morning back to classes after the Christmas holidays always a difficult one for many to wake up for, after so many late nights and busy days. Again, Dirkβs holidays had been quiet. Low-key. He hadnβt even taken up his usual job position at his dadβs workplace and his only late night had been New Yearβs Eve, when he had gone to bed at twenty minutes past midnight. He glanced around the table looking for something to do or somebody willing to strike up a conversation and saw a copy of the Daily Prophet folded up on the table near one of the seventh years. βAny chance I could borrow that paper?β
"If you fancy yourself readinβ absolute garbage, be my guest.β Thereβs a bitterness in her tone, never one to consider herself a morning person. However, gaze hovers over the top oβ the paper and Rita cannot help but let out a lightened laughter as she stares at it. "Yβknow theyβre probably just sending us fake papers at this point.β Tossing the parchment towards Dirk, she takes a sip of the last bit of coffee left in her goblet.Β βCanβt bring themselves to cover whatβs really goinβ on over here because theyβre cowards.β Cowards with a fake agenda in which Rita couldnβt quite stomach. Sure, sheβd allowed herself to delve into mindless gossip if only because sheβd found it a great way to pass the time. However, now, the world around them was lit aflame and sheβd stood idly by as sheβd watched everyone manage to eat up every ounce of fake news in which the Prophet had been publishing.Β

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dorcas & rita // @qvickquillβ // january. ravenclaw dorms.
Dorcas had managed to find peace in her dorm but she wasnβt sure how long it would last. The absence of her dormmates left the room considerably quiet, enough for her to pour herself into the book that Severus had gotten her for Christmas. She had been too scared to touch it at home, afraid her mother would find it and start asking questions she couldnβt answer. Or, well, wouldnβt answer until she got answers of her own. Dorcas sat rather oddly on her bed, legs up against the headboard, almost as if she were stretching for Quidditch practice and trying to read about Unforgivables simultaneously. It was when she heard the door open that she shoved the book under her pillow, looking over at Rita as she walked in.Β βSkeeter,β she greeted, not necessarily a nice greeting but also not the worst she could do. She didnβt bother moving, watching the other girl from her position, the rest of the room slightly upside down.Β βI guess this is where I ask if youβve had a good holiday?β
"Meadowes.β Her tone was mocking as ever, as if to over compensate for her dorm mates indifference towards her. Unable to find much of a care for the matter entirely. Sheβd never been here to be liked, sheβd never found herself fretting over such frivolous things. In fact, sheβd known herself to be better in some aspect, that sheβd never truly needed approval of others to succeed. Her success came at the displeasure of those around her, and sheβd thrived on that fact alone. Sheβd kept her circle small, if only because everyone else had just become rather disposable. Dorcas, Emmeline and Katherine were no different. They were all strong willed women whoβd found their callings in physicality, whereas Rita had found hers in words, in secrets. Perhaps it was why sheβd grown so fond of Rabastan, why heβd grown so fond of her. Whilst sheβd never outed herself as a supporter of either cause, sheβd always known that the walls surrounding her had been listening and that war upon one another was inevitable. She, for one, planned on being on the right side of history. Brows raise as she studies the girl in her habitat, crossing the room as she shrugs off ever glamorous periwinkle cloak, tossing it aside unto her made bed.Β βA much needed getaway of course.β Paris had always remained beautiful during the holidays, and whilst her fatherβs insistence of Ritaβs assistance had taken her away from much else, sheβd enjoyed the time sheβd had with her mother all the same.Β βMind you, I found myself rather lacking a gift from you underneath the tree this year ββΒ β Tongue clicks, jest arising in her vocals, sickeningly sweet as she delivers her next words.Β βQuite disappointing. As Iβm sure you managed to gift Katherine something, or am I wrong?βΒ
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Where: Great Hall, dinner. With: Emmanuelle Delacour & Rita Skeeter
She was still learning the names of everyone she ran into, and it was no secret with the amount of students who fell infiltrated into mass groupsβEmmanuelle was struggling. Not that she couldnβt keep up, but half of them didnβt speak to her, and the other half reigned in between struggling to understand her, or the fact that some mocked her accent. Both of which she didnβt care, and fight, it felt useless. But it didnβt help that now she needed to seek out one of the unfamiliar faces. She was sure she could pinpoint the woman as she looked around the Great Hallβshe was a Ravenclaw. Scanning the hallβshe picked up the familiar faces, having been told the girl was well off with Bertha. Gabby Berthaβsomething about a rumour where she didnβt know how to stop. Emmanuelle found her delightful thus far. Crossing the space, footsteps near-floated to her destination, as she tapped the girl on her shoulder. βHiβyou are Rita, right?β She asked delicately. βKatherineβI think she is in your dorm, she asked me to pass on these notes to you from Transfiguration class. She let me borrow them but said you had been asking for them. Sorry forβfor keeping them from you.β She extended her hand to the woman, bound papers in her hand to offer.
@qvickquillβ
"The one and only.β Her vocals are practically a purr as she turns to put a face to the voice breaking through her senses. Sheβd found herself heavily eavesdropping on a conversation between two fifth years on theyβd believed the Shrieking Shack to be haunted, a cautionary tale if there ever was one. Sheβd known, neigh, accepted the fact that the ghoul that plagued such a rundown shack was nothing more than a menace. Much like Peeves. The girl was blonde, beautiful, a vision in the drab Hogwarts robes that surely weighed her down. However, Rita extended her arm all the same, reaching for the parchment before smile grew. Warmth arising within her core as sheβd placed notes upon table.Β βThank you, Katherineβs saved me from quite the studious evening.β A charade if there ever was one. Sheβd known she could do Conjuration in her sleep. However, sheβd always been quite good at playing the part, not allowing others to know of her knack for Transfiguration, especially not the women sheβd managed to hide her secrets from for the entirety of their time together.Β βIβm afraid my talents are needed for something much more entertaining tonight.β Investigations, scouring the castle in hopes sheβd run in to Peter Pettigrew himself or, if she were lucky, James.Β βPlease, sit.β Patting the empty seat beside her, she shuffles slightly as her tone is masked as kind when her words were anything if not demanding.Β βEmmanuelle Delacour, transfer student from Beauxbatons, Art Club, Frog Choir, Duelling βββ Lithe digits push blonde strand behind the girls shoulder as she finishes.Β βIβve done my research.βΒ
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Location: Corridor outside the Library Tagged: @qvickquillβ
It was hard to stomach that someone she went to class with set off the Dark Mark, that someone she knewΒ had openly expressed their allegiance. It seemedβ¦surreal. Werenβt they all just childrenΒ moments ago? Eager to learn about magic and the happiness it could bring? Then as the years rolled by, the world decided to crash around them, break the glass ceiling and expose them to the horrors that lurked in the shadows.Β
Rita would have the answers, Rita would reassure her chaotic mind. Even if the Ravenclaw was someone she wanted to befriend, she wasnβt quite sure howΒ or wasnβt sure where that feeling of uneasiness came from anytime she was around.Β βDid theyβ¦did they find out who it actually was who set off theβyou know?β She had hope, it was fragile but there.
"I wouldnβt count on them to find out much of anything.β Itβs delivered with nonchalance, a simple shrug rolling from her shoulders as she approaches the woman. Charity Burbage, quiet as a mouse and as quaint as such.Β βLet alone allow the rest of us in on whatever it is theyβre investigating. Not after the debacle with Potter.β James Potter and his band of merry men could start a revolution and Rita was sure that thereβd be a following of lemmings ready to fling themselves off nearest cliff for his approval.Β βItβs not like theyβre about to publish every ounce of evidence to make themselves vulnerable.β Sheβd admired Charityβs determination, however sheβd known and accepted as well as the next person that the Ministry and the papers had sought to cover up whatever was happening at Hogwarts. The world had turned into a firestorm of misinformation, leaking stories here and there that were surely bought and traded in the promise of immunity in the up and coming destruction. Rita had seen it before, had heard men in their high towers offering one another deals if only to remain unscathed as nations suffered, as people suffered, and whilst chaos was something in which sheβd thrived in, sheβd be damned if sheβd allow it to happen to those sheβd held closest.Β βThe Prophet knows more than theyβre letting on, oβcourse. As does the Ministry, itβs all between the lines.βΒ
Charlieβs Angels (2000) dir. McG

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