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SKEETER, RITA LESLIE
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rita leslie skeeter they say truth hurts.
you know what really hurts?
having a screwdriver jammed into the side of your head.A TWENTY SIX YEAR OLD REPORTER FROM THE MARAUDER ERA
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  next thing I knew they ripped me from my bed.I’m Rita. Rita Leslie Skeeter. I’m going to be honest with you, I love my name. Love it. How could you not? So a few years ago I did some research, just because I thought it would be interesting, and it turns out that Rita means pearl. It originated from Margarita, which is Spanish, as well as the name of one of my favorite drinks - go figure. Leslie’s cute, isn’t it? It means ‘holly garden’ or ‘the gray castle’, I don’t remember what language though. Probably Latin. Aren’t all names like… derived from Latin, or something like that? Although I remember reading somewhere that it was Gaelic - which would make sense considering I’m partially Irish. Well, whatever. So Skeeter, then? It’s a slang word around the world, not sure where, probably America or something - for Mosquito. That means I must be a reflection of a pearl in a holly garden surrounded my mosquitoes? Oh well, it sounds adorable, and that’s all that really matters. NICKNAMES You know, now that you mention it, I really don’t have any nicknames. Those who are close to me, er… well yeah, I guess they call me ‘Ri’ sometimes. Pronounced like ‘Reeee’ with the exaggeration on the ‘eeee’ part. Besides that, I don’t see how my name would need any abbreviations. It’s not like my given name is so horribly obnoxious that I need to go incognito and use an alias. Nor is it too long for people to say without running out of breath. So Rita or Ri is the general consensus in this case, I’d like to believe. AGE I just turned 26 at the beginning of September, which is great and all… but I really enjoyed being 25. It was young enough where people could still treat me like a young adult and I’d be able to get away with more. But now that I’m 26 I keep thinking… Merlin I’m going to be 30 soon. And even though I’m probably still going to pretend that I’m 29 after I turn 30 I’m still going to have to live with knowing that I’m getting old. Getting old means getting wrinkles. Wrinkles aren’t too appealing. Ugh, now you’ve got me thinking about it - alright, I just have to remember that I mustn’t go out into the sun without a hat or sunglasses or show emotion for the next twenty four hours. That should reduce my chances, right? GENDER Well, the last time I checked I was female. Not that I have to check that sort of thing often - it’s obvious what gender I am. I mean I have breasts, for goodness sake, and fine ones at that. Not a pair you’d be likely to see on a man. BIRTHDATE September 24, 1951 was when I was actually born. I was supposed to be born sometime later - around october the thirteenth, I think, but I came a bit early. Mum was in labor for a good twenty eight hours - no wonder she left, right? Haha I’m just kidding. Autumn’s my favorite season, I think, so having a birthday around then has always been pretty great. I mean I’ve never had to worry about it being too hot or too cold, or people being away for the holidays. Oh! Yeah, so being born on September 24th makes me a Libra - diplomatic, graceful, peaceful, idealistic, and hospitable. Huh. Well, I mean… I suppose I can be diplomatic if I try hard enough. We can cross graceful off, since I practically trip up the stairs to my apartment every night when I get home from work, knocking down all the rubbish bins and waking up my insane vole of a neighbor. ZODIAC POLITICAL PARTY BLOOD STATUS I’m a halfblood - my dad’s a muggle and my mum’s a witch, but since she left after I was fourteen I guess I’ve picked up some muggle habits that I really should do away with. It’s not really a secret, or anything. If anyone asked me directly - if they said ‘Rita, are you a halfblood?’ then I would say ‘Why yes, I am.’ However, there’s really no harm in letting people believe that I’m pure, is there? It wouldn’t be my fault if, for some reason, they believed that I was anything other than half-blood. That’s why it’s wrong to make assumptions without some good solid slander evidence. OCCUPATION I love my job almost more than I love my life. Hah. Almost. So I’m a writer for the Daily Prophet - not just any writer, I’ll have you know. The writer. I’m basically their go-to girl for top stories and press points. If it’s big, they call me to cover it. That’s pretty much that. I’ve been working there for a while now, ever since I graduated school - even though I started out as just a clerical sort of person, filing clippings and proofing and that sort of thing. Well now I write, and so far I’ve already had seven front page articles plus features in almost every section. I wouldn’t say my writing is limited in any way… most of what I do are solo pieces or spotlights. Right now I’m somewhat of a correspondent with Witch Weekly as well, just contributing entertainment articles that the Prophet doesn’t really deal with. On the side, as though I don’t already have enough on my plate, I’m doing a freelance exposé on Armando Dippet that should be finished sometime within the next three years, depending on how many sources I can blackmail coerce into interviewing. Busy, busy, busy. SEXUALITY RELATIONSHIP STATUS As of right now I’m single - although, it depends on who’s asking to determine how available I am. I mean, if you’re ugly, then I’m married and live in Bora Bora with my six children. But if you’re Artemis Lestrange… Oh, Merlin, did I say that out loud? Well, he’ll be getting a divorce soon with any luck. And assuming I don’t have a complete tizz and to do I think I’ve got a pretty good shot with him. Since we’re so close already, you see… Now the cats, they probably know that I’m single. It’s like they have single-radar or something and that I’m alone and they’ve decided it’s time for me to become a crazy cat lady… they can see it in my eyes. ‘She’s single again. She can’t hold onto a relationship’. Goddamn it, I’m never getting a cat now. RESIDENCE I live in a pretty good sized flat in Central London, not too far from the Prophet offices actually. I think I could make the walk if it were ever really necessary, but why walk when you can apparate? Especially during rush hour, when everyone’s on the streets, madly trying to get to work and… well, anyway… it’s unit E3, Saffron Hill, Clerkenwell. It’s a contemporaryish sort of place. I wouldn’t call it old, even though some of the noises the people down the hall make it seem like it’s haunted sometimes. So uh, one double bedroom, one bathroom and one kitchen. The sitting room is connected to the kitchen, and it’s roomy - I don’t really use it for a sitting room, though. Hell, I don’t think it even looks like a sitting room anymore because of all the parchment scattered around it. I sort of converted it into an office type area. Yeah. HOUSE AFFILIATION Only the best house in existence, and that’s a fact! Because I was in Ravenclaw, that means I can kill you with my brain. You see, it’s far less messy that way, and a lot more fun. The sorting hat didn’t seem to have any problem sorting me - it was a little torn between that and Slytherin, I think. So it just sat there, debating, and I thought ‘Well, Hat, if I may call you that… I do rather like blue’ so it sorted me, and that was that. But I always fit in there, so I guess it’s all good, right? ALLIANCE Hm, yes, I think as a professional - like me - it wouldn’t be right to take a side. As a writer for the Prophet I have a responsibility to remain entirely objective and completely neutral. Although… If it were to come down to it and I were forced by some higher power that threatened to take away my quill and acid pops then I suppose I would pick the Death Eaters. I mean, usually you want to side with the most powerful people, right? And it’s pretty much widely known that in about a year or so they’re going to be damn near invincible. Don’t want to be caught opposing them, so I’ll stay out of it for now. WAND 10”, veela hair, ebony, pliable. I am so very, very fond of my wand - a perfect length for my height, I think… Any shorter would make it pretty impossible for me to work with, for some reason. Anyway, the core is made of veela hair, which is kind of rare in England, though much more prevalent in other areas like France. They’re known for their temperamental make, much like the creatures they come from - hence why many wandmakers find it to be too volatile a substance to base a wand-make on. I don’t know, I’m not a wandmaker, but I think it suits me wonderfully… not because I’m temperamental or anything - though I have been told on occasion I can be - but because it gives my spells a bit of a boost, especially household charms. Ebony, for the wood, has a darkish reputation, but it’s not really ‘evil’ per se - it just has a lot of visual impact and power. It has a sleek black look that I couldn’t be happier with. Not that appearances are as important as performance, but having a pretty wand can’t hurt.  they left a strange impression in my head.I’ve got blue eyes, they’re big and pretty, and more often than not shiny - not like an odd shiny, mind you, but they have this sort of glassy glow. It’s probably from working so much and lack of sleep but there are worse things. I guess the color’s sort of towards the lighter er… spectrum, if you will, of eyes. More like the sky on a sunny day than the ocean in the middle of the storm, you know what I mean? Aside from that, I love eye makeup. Normally the more obscure looking colors, the better. The other day I found this amazing color-change eyeshadow at Gladrags that made me feel like I swallowed a glow stick when I put it on, so that was all good fun. I guess my lashes are pretty long too… I mean for a girl, they’re normal. I’m not all too proud of it, but I used to wear false ones because I read in Witch Weekly that men found them sexy, but when I actually attempted to wear them my lids got stuck together and it just… wasn’t pretty. Then my owl ate them. So, maybe that was for the best. HAIR Alright, let’s see, I have blonde hair - it’s more of a dirty blonde though, darker at the roots and underneath, probably because I need to go for another color touch-up soon, but that’s beside the point. It’s about shoulder length in the front, but it’s layered and angled so that the back falls to… mid back? Around there. I wouldn’t say I have thick hair, or curly, but most days when I wake up it has these really obnoxious waves that I have to sort out with the iron. Oh, I’ve also got fringe, which I usually wear to the side. You know, the goofy short bit of hair that comes down to your eyebrows? Like bangs? It looks stylish on some people, like me, and apparently it was started by the Beatles. One of them had a German girlfriend who cut their hair with a pudding bowl, and the rest is history, I guess. COMPLEXION I’ve got good complexion. I mean, even if I didn’t I’d have sense enough to buy a potion or cream to cover it up, you know? But I don’t have to do that. Just a touch of pre-makeup, then makeup, some foundation and bronzer with a touch of blush on a normal work day. Color-wise I’m pretty pale - but a lot of people are. I mean it’s rarely sunny here, and when it is, it’s either blocked by double-deckers or incoming rain clouds, so you get used to that sort of thing. I wouldn’t say that I’m a pasty pale… that’s just disgusting. No, it’s an attractive pale. It looks good with my eyes and hair, I guess. In the summer I tan well if I happen to go away on vacation or something, so I have no right to complain like some others who turn into lobsters or melt when the sun hits them. Pretty fab, right? HEIGHT I’m around 5’4, so I’m pretty average. A lot of people call me short, but there are much shorter women out there, and that is most definitely a fact. I quite like being this size. Almost like being compact. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was the coffee, though. Since I practically live on it, and all? Yeah, apparently some scientific studies say that it stunts your growth, so I guess that I was doomed from the beginning. Could be worse, though. At least I’m not like… 3’8”. WEIGHT I think this is a little bit personal, don’t you? I mean, do I look like one of those women who weighs herself every morning then subtracts seven pounds so that if anyone asks her weight she’s prepared with the revised false one? No, I made that up, I swear. I’m light, light as a floaty little feather, and that’s all you need to know. BUILD I’d like to think I’m pretty slight. I mean, I’ve got an alright build. I don’t know my exact measurements, probably somewhere in the 32’s, which is normal, if not on the more slender side. My dad always said that I was a weedy kid and I guess I still sort of am. I forget to eat, which is a pretty bad habit, but I just get so absorbed in my work I really can’t help it - and before I know it time slips away and my stomach’s practically eating me inside out and driving me silly. Oh well. DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Like what? I’m pretty normal. I mean my nose isn’t horrendously long and my face isn’t so weirdly shaped people stare at me and say ‘what is that thing?’ Actually, chances are I’m the one doing that to other people. Right so um, I’m not very distinguishable, I guess. STYLE Alright, so my first rule is that yellow does not look good on anyone. No matter what your skin tone. Just don’t do it, alright? Girl or guy, because why does everyone think yellow is gender neutral? I never knew a guy with a yellow room or with a yellow jacket... although I have seen Rodolphus Lestrange in yellow pants, but I hope to never ever see that again. Um. Ok, next. The most important bits are the shoes and the bag. Always. You can look stunning, but if you’re carrying something that looks like it should belong to a hobo then it just doesn’t work. I tend to go for more simple things - it always helps to be comfortable. When I’m scheduled for an interview I always try to look great - not that I don’t anyway, mind you. But at home it’s sweats and a babydoll t for me. I always try to keep a set handy though, something casual and classy at the same time - just in case someone phones and says ‘yeah, be ready in ten minutes’ so that I can say ‘sure’ without having to fuss and prance about like some sort of ninny. VOICE My voice is alright. I guess it could be worse - it’s a little girly, but since I’m a girl I have no right to complain about this little snippet, right? I wouldn’t call it high, but I wouldn’t necessarily call it low either. Oh, and I’ve been told I have somewhat of an obnoxious laugh. Do I? I don’t really think I do, I mean that’s just silly. HEY YOU LOOK LIKE  that I could leave this star-crossed world behind.hot cocoa
thunderstorms
dancing
writing
slow kisses
christmas cookies
Artemis Lestrange
lingerie
cheap wine
peppermint
expensive perfume
sex
purses and shoes
black coffee
old parchment
the color red
nailpolish
feather boas
snakeskin
black ink
disney movies
parties
quick quotes quills
attractive men
her job
photography
quidditch
being comfortable
paris
chinese food
cigarettes
late nights
making the front page
fuzzy slippers
soap operas
jewelry
ordering in
saturday morning cartoons
shopping trips
candles and incense
silver
sunglasses
designer labels
her crappy flat
chocolate
the higher the heel the better
romance novels
shakespeare
bracelets
vanilla milkshakes
sleeping in DISLIKES hangovers
being single
celestina warbeck
ridiculous deadlines
when quills run out of ink
having no food in her flat
commercials on WWN
carrying around change
waiting in lines
having no plans
being bored
over-critical editors
grocery shopping
milk
cats
washing dishes
making difficult decisions
short nails
misplacing quills
muggle sports
physical exertion
being clumsy
an empty flat
flat pillows
folding clothes
running out of film
interruptions
her mother
elevator lifts
pms
swimming
bad hair days
rushing
breakups
being corrected
improper grammar
golf
her reading glasses
busy mornings
burnt popcorn
coconut STRENGTHS WEAKNESSES TURN ONS TURN OFFS QUIRKS AND HABITS HOBBIES I don’t have very many traditional hobbies. I mean, not that the hobbies I do have are odd, or anything, I mean… they might be, but that’s not really up to me to decide. My main hobby is writing - even though that’s not really a hobby as much as it is a job. I get paid for the majority of the writing I do, but occasionally I whip up something more personal along the lines or short stories and stuff like that. I’ve only made one major attempt at a novel, but I found that fiction isn’t really my forte - sad, but true. I love photography, especially with muggle cameras and black and white prints. The corner of my apartment has a small dark room for me to process my own - it isn’t so much photojournalism, really, although I have been known to submit one of my shots on a few occasions. Let’s see… I collect dice. You know, like the things you roll during board games, or at the casino. I just have this little container filled to the brim with them, which seems really random, but it started because I wanted to play Monopoly one day and couldn’t find any, so I just sort of made this collective pot of them - needless to say, I’ve never had the same problem. Um, hm, I suppose you could say that I also collect quills and fountain pens? I mean, my desk is littered with them. Once in a while I attempt to bake before I realize that I’m a complete and utter failure at it and go out to grab Chinese or something. But that’s pretty much it. OCCUPATION BOGGART AMORTENTIA chanel no. 5, acid pops, leather, cheap wine, shoe polish, peppermint, black coffee, nailpolish ERISED DEMENTOR VERITASERUM Well they’re called secrets for a reason, aren’t they? Fine, fine. But you can’t tell anyone.
I’m really an animagus. I take the form of a little beetle with markings around the eyes like my reading glasses, and a rather attractive red shell, if I do say so myself. It’s how I get most of my stories - I can snoop around and still remain undetected. I remain unregistered, though, because Artemis Lestrange has me do some secret work for him spying on his wife so since he’s Deputy Minister of Magic I’m in the clear and everyone wins!
Alright, I might not have as many friends as I say I have. Or pretend I have. Actually I can’t really think of anyone I’m close to. It’s not that great of a secret, but I feel like I should put it up anyway.
I have a pretty bad allergy to coconut? I mean, it’s not really a secret, but it isn’t as though I go running around the streets, flailing my arms screaming ‘eating coconuts will kill me!’ Yeah, so there you go.
I used to wear false eyelashes because there was an article in Witch Weekly that they were sexy. Then my eyelids got stuck together and once I pried them off my owl ate them so… never again.
Um, I have a huge crush on the Deputy Minister but he’s married. And I secretly hope that he gets a divorce and runs away with me to Bora Bora and… don’t ask.
I was one of those really odd kids back in school and some of the older kids used to pick on me. Once when I was a first year, this seventh year took my Holly Hobby notebook and threw it into the lake so I cried… Not one of my finer moments. Then again, I had been spying on her and found out that she cheated on her potions final and may have told Slughorn sooooo… no, I don’t think I deserved it, do you? OWL SCORES astronomy: A
ancient runes: E
charms: O
defense against the dark arts: A
herbology: O
history of magic: O
potions: O
transfiguration: E
muggle studies: N/A
arithmancy: E
care of magical creatures: N/A
divination: A TEA LEAVES PATRONUS It’s not very ferocious or anything, but it’s a beetle. I think it’s great, though, because they’re oh, so very hard to see. They’re small and sneaky and secretive, and I mean - sure it’s not ideal for chasing away dementors, but the likeliness that I’m going to need to do that in this lifetime is slim. Unless for some reason one of my articles has me facing Azkaban, but I’d like to think I’m much too clever for that, thank you very much. See? Here’s a picture. CLICKIE. OVERALL PERSONALITY  i guess i changed my mind. have just flown too far from the floor this time.Alright, hm, so my father’s a muggle and his name is Frederick, but most people just call him Fred. He works at some bank in upper Kent, I’m not too sure what he does. I used to think he was some sort of secret spy for the government because he’d be talking about armored cars and stuff like that, but really it’s just handling people and transactions - a total snore-fest. My mum’s name is Calliope Burke, she used to be Calliope Skeeter - which in itself is just a horrible name, why would anyone do that to themselves? - until she and my dad divorced when I was like fourteen. I stayed with my dad, though, because she wanted nothing to do with me… Oh, and she inexplicably mails me a cactus every Valentine's Day. And I'm like, "Thanks a heap coyote ugly. This cactus-gram stings even worse than your abandonment." Yeah, she’s a peach. Um, right now my dad’s sort of back in the dating game, which is hilarious considering he’s shaped like a tomato with white hair. His girlfriend of four months is named Jenny, and she must think I’m like seventeen because every time I come around she tries to give me the sex talk and… I am surrounded by the clinically insane, aren’t I? SIBLINGS Well, I have a little brother and his name is Peregrin Lucas Skeeter. My parents sort of had a thing for Tolkien, and do we really have to do this? Well Peregrin Took was a hobbit in Lord of the Rings, and they called hin Pippin. And like… A hobbit is one of those little creatures with really big ears and really hairy feet, but compared to the other creatures in the novel they’re actually pretty sane. Is anyone in LotR normal? No. The whole thing is a nightmare of facial hair and lack of bathing. Right! So Pip just graduated from Hogwarts this past year and, I mean, we get on pretty well - we don’t talk much, but he’ll pop by the apartment every once in a while. Aside from that, yeah… just us. SIGNIFICANT OTHER OTHER FAMILY NATIONALITY BIRTHPLACE WEALTH GENERAL HISTORY
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