Post by Rita Gloria Skeeter on Feb 17, 2010 16:55:12 GMT -5
A hearty breakfast was the best way to start the day. That's what Rita's father had always told her, and she had carried the advice into her own life. After all, Rita Skeeter lived a busy life - she couldn't very well carry out the tasks of the day to the best of her ability without a good breakfast to start off. Maybe most of the students here at Hogwarts could struggle through lethargically, copying each other's homework and collapsing into bed after a couple of butterbeers, but what sort of a life was that. Rita needed to be the life and soul of the party here at school, the perfect cheery Ravenclaw prefect. And of course, she needed her energy to keep up to date on all the little-known gossip around Hogwarts. And so, every morning without fail Rita was up at the crack of dawn in the Great Hall, seated at her usual point at the top of the Ravenclaw table, ready for another glorious today. Today was a rather dreary gray looking Wednesday in early September, but like any other day Rita Skeeter was a ray of sunshine in blue and bronze, walking breezily through the halls without a tired eye or a yawn in sight.
It was a little after seven when she got into the Great Hall, tutting to herself at the gathering clouds on the enchanted ceiling. It looked like it was going to be nasty weather for the end of the week, and Rita wanted to go for a quick jog by the lake before her first Charms lesson. Well, that was annoying. It may have put her in a bad mood but Rita's mind was somewhat preoccupied. She was already gathering her first story of the term, you see - an exposé on Remus Lupin, secret hermaphrodite. Well, what else would explain the secret sicknesses he left class for every month if he didn't have ladies' problems? At least, that's what Rita was going to publish, and as usual the excitement of some scandal was enough to keep her in a good mood for the time being. And so, ignoring the dreary cloudly morning, Rita smiled breezily to herself and sat down at the top of the Ravenclaw table. She cleared her throat and flicked her wand as some ice-cold pumpkin juice poured itself into an empty goblet in front of her. Sipping at the cool juice to wake herself up, Rita settled to cutting up her poached egg into several smaller pieces meticulously. Well, Rita enjoyed her breakfast as much as any other but she wasn't a pig. Rita liked perfection, and to her that meant a perfect appearance too. Nobody wanted to spill their secrets to some slob, right?
Feeling full and fully awakened, Rita glanced at her watch. 7.30, a good time to be awake. A good time to be Rita Skeeter, she thought with a slight satisfactory smirk on her rouged lips. The Great Hall was still relatively quiet, although there were a few early morning birds and worryingly, a few late-night stragglers, the older students trying to work off their Three Broomstick hangovers before the Professors caught sight of them. Thankfully though, nobody too close to Rita as of yet. That give her plenty of time to work on her latest work before rushing off to Charms - according to the enchanted ceiling it had started to rain outside quite heavily so she'd have to leave her jogging until she'd perfected that 'Impervio' incantation. Clearing her throat with her usual efficient 'Here we go' manner, Rita pulled her favourite leather bound notepad out of of her satchel and her favourite new 'Going Back to Hogwarts' - the quick quotes quill. A new invention apparently, and something that Rita felt was made just for her. For the girl that just doesn't have enough time to manually record each gem of wisdom that enters her head. Rita grinned to herself, sipping at her new goblet of coffee and tapping at her made-up face with the edge of the quill as she contemplated what to begin with for her Lupin exposé. It was giving her a lovely coffee and ink stain on her lower lip but Rita, engrossed in hernasty gossip creativity - didn't notice.
It was a little after seven when she got into the Great Hall, tutting to herself at the gathering clouds on the enchanted ceiling. It looked like it was going to be nasty weather for the end of the week, and Rita wanted to go for a quick jog by the lake before her first Charms lesson. Well, that was annoying. It may have put her in a bad mood but Rita's mind was somewhat preoccupied. She was already gathering her first story of the term, you see - an exposé on Remus Lupin, secret hermaphrodite. Well, what else would explain the secret sicknesses he left class for every month if he didn't have ladies' problems? At least, that's what Rita was going to publish, and as usual the excitement of some scandal was enough to keep her in a good mood for the time being. And so, ignoring the dreary cloudly morning, Rita smiled breezily to herself and sat down at the top of the Ravenclaw table. She cleared her throat and flicked her wand as some ice-cold pumpkin juice poured itself into an empty goblet in front of her. Sipping at the cool juice to wake herself up, Rita settled to cutting up her poached egg into several smaller pieces meticulously. Well, Rita enjoyed her breakfast as much as any other but she wasn't a pig. Rita liked perfection, and to her that meant a perfect appearance too. Nobody wanted to spill their secrets to some slob, right?
Feeling full and fully awakened, Rita glanced at her watch. 7.30, a good time to be awake. A good time to be Rita Skeeter, she thought with a slight satisfactory smirk on her rouged lips. The Great Hall was still relatively quiet, although there were a few early morning birds and worryingly, a few late-night stragglers, the older students trying to work off their Three Broomstick hangovers before the Professors caught sight of them. Thankfully though, nobody too close to Rita as of yet. That give her plenty of time to work on her latest work before rushing off to Charms - according to the enchanted ceiling it had started to rain outside quite heavily so she'd have to leave her jogging until she'd perfected that 'Impervio' incantation. Clearing her throat with her usual efficient 'Here we go' manner, Rita pulled her favourite leather bound notepad out of of her satchel and her favourite new 'Going Back to Hogwarts' - the quick quotes quill. A new invention apparently, and something that Rita felt was made just for her. For the girl that just doesn't have enough time to manually record each gem of wisdom that enters her head. Rita grinned to herself, sipping at her new goblet of coffee and tapping at her made-up face with the edge of the quill as she contemplated what to begin with for her Lupin exposé. It was giving her a lovely coffee and ink stain on her lower lip but Rita, engrossed in her
