Secret Spiller

"You know what, Rita, you’re right.  I know exactly what you are talking about.  But I know something else too. The Dark Lord hates thinking that I am defying him, but he would hate someone like you pointing that out to all of Hogwarts.  They would probably retaliate on you too.  So remember Rita, you can out me if you want, but I doubt He will take kindly to the whole of the school knowing that I’m being recruited and defiant." Dorcas knew exactly what game Rita was playing, and refused to be played.  "It may just be one little story to you, Rita, but for me she is my best friend."

"Oh love, I can take care of myself, I always have so you needn't worry about me, I can publish any story I like, and I quite intend to." Rita smirked and leaned against one of the walls, flipping her blonde hair. "You know what, you're right it is rather cruel to make you rat on your best friend, so I'll tell you what, why don't you find me a better story than Marlene and we'll call it even."

Dorcas kept her composure even though she was terrified as to how Rita found that out. “Funny, I have no idea what you are talking about.” 

Rita rolled her eyes. Dorcas was by all means a good lier, Skeeter lived within a web of tales and no one even noticed. She could pick out deceit as easily as she could say the sky was blue on a sunny day. "Funny, I know you do. Listen love, I've come to realize something about the Dark Lord and his forces. They don't like to be embarrassed, and it would be humiliating for it to get out that the likes of you were denying them. They would have to retaliate and it won't just be with a rude magazine article, and you know it. It won't just be you either, it'll be your family, and I wouldn't be surprised if they went after your friends." Rita smiled kindly. "Come on love, it's just one little story."

Yes, lies.

"And why in the name of Godric would I even consider doing that?"

"Good. Actually. Though uncomfortable, because this is a social gathering; which I am known to not liking,"

"Then we have something in common."

"Fine, you don't want to talk about secrets? I can deal with that. How are you Fortescue?"

"Well the, Rita, what can I do for you?"

Marlene McKinnon. I want the whole story and you're going to get it, then you're gonna give it to me.

"No."

"Come come not Alice, that's not very nice."

"Because you're crazy Glenda, and I don't mean fun crazy, typical Gryffindor shit, I mean off your rocker insane. Bring me prof and then maybe I'll publish it."