#ssrprita

Rita contemplating her next move.

Rita in the morning sun.

Dorcas Meadowes.

Dear Diary,

To say life has been hectic would be the understatement of the year. That total bitch Rita Skeeter has essentially attacked everyone I care about, especially Benjy. She’s torn everyone into pieces and has left blood in her wake. I just want to rip her throat out. I hate her so much!

Benjy looks like he died. The spark that I’ve always known is gone. He doesn’t talk or laugh, and is being threatened every day. What I don’t get is why the Slytherins don’t go after their housemate instead of Benjy. It takes two to tango. I just wish they hadn’t started to dance in the first place.

Sirius came back. He looks more worse for wear than he usually does. So far, I think I’m the only person who’s reasonably glad to see him. Marlene wants to beat him with a stick, though not for the first time. Remus looks like a lost puppy. He and James seem to be ignoring their issues as usual. I want to be there for Sirius, but how can I when all it would do is push away everyone else.

But it isn’t just my friends who are in complete chaos. I don’t know how much longer I can take working in the Hospital Wing. Every night, I wash innocent and not so innocent blood off of my hands. I told Benjy, but it didn’t solve my problem. I haven’t slept in three days, my nights riddled with horrible dreams. In them, I’m fighting with a Death Eater. I can’t see their face, but I know it’s a woman. We duel and spin around each other so fast, we’re almost dancing. Her mask flies into the air, and I see me. Red eyes instead of my own, a snarl on the mouth I was born with.

It scares me. What if can’t control the hate and anger inside of me and it takes over?

Love,

[Runs back from the Quidditch pitch and ducks back into the main hall to get out of the pouring rain, carrying her sodden broom and leaving a trail of mud behind her. She stops when she reaches the grand staircase, pushing her soaked hair back off her forehead, showering raindrops everywhere. She weaves her way through the corridors quietly, just about to head down to the Dungeons when she notices a classroom door creeping open and a flaxen haired female sneaking out. She stops in her tracks, waiting to see who it is]

He didn't get how people did this, walked around with this much emotion all the time. Usually he had a far better tamp on these sorts of things. But ever since talking to Pettigrew at the party, Amycus had been feeling... slightly unhinged. He didn't like it when people bad mouthed his sister. He liked it even less when they did so to his face and he didn't get any sort of revenge. Not even some slander in Rita's paper would make up for the words Pettigrew had said.