Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2013 13:31:59 GMT -8
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Rita was waltzing through the corridors between classes when she spotted a certain bothersome brunette in the crowd. Squinting her eyes at the dark haired girl ahead of her she remembered certain choice words that had occurred over their years together. Isabeau was one of the many characters within Hogwarts’ hallways that Rita had managed to pit against her. She rather liked to think that Isabeau was not fond of the fact that Rita didn’t quite fit the Hufflepuff mold. She was most definitely not one to cower in the face of confrontation and in fact thrived amidst it. Isabeau’s many attempts to shut down Rita’s vicious gossip had often been returned with laughter and the spreading of more. Of course, there were times when the pitiful girl involved the administration in their silly spats, which was what fueled Rita’s ongoing loathing for Isabeau.
Rita’s eyes darted around the well-lit hallway, spying out more friendly faces. Her mind was already racing, spinning new laces to an old woven web. It was a long-loved game of hers that she enacted almost every time she saw a speck of the detested specimen in front of her. The game, of course, was to push her buttons as much as possible. It was a well-known fact that dear Isabeau was dabbling in the same-sex pool (thanks to Rita, no applause needed) but Rita thought she had perhaps overplayed that card a bit lately. Mind traveling faster than her green orbs she had to backtrack when a sudden dashing idea sprung upon her.
Quickly sidestepping a group of young Slytherins, she placed herself beside an acquaintance from Gryffindor whom enjoyed her slice of the social pie. “Heeey . . . you.” Rita suddenly found herself forgetting the poor girl’s name, but the guilt quickly rolled off of her as she refocused on the mission at hand. “I’ve just found out an interesting bit of news!” She said with a waggle of her brows and grabbed the girl’s arm. Her voice was, naturally, a bit louder than perhaps it should have been in a crowded hallway full of students, but what other way was she expected to get Bo’s attention? Increasing the speed of her steps a bit, she had to tug her companion alongside her slightly, but that sort of thing wasn’t a bother to Rita. What had to be done, would be done. “Oh, is that so? Concerning what exactly? Or should I say who?” The tag-along responded, just in time really, as they were now only steps behind the dastardly creature that Rita was trailing. Rita gave the girl a sinister smile before looking back at her target. “It’s about that hermit crab Isabeau Crowley.” She shouted over the heads of the two Gryffindor’s betwixt them.
Rita’s entire body was electrified with anticipation. She was just waiting for it’s inky brown hair to whip around and see the satisfying piercing stare. The effect of her language, her words, her stories, were Rita’s blood life; she could practically feel her hair standing on end from the force of its current pulsation. “Do you know?” Rita said in an excited mock-whisper, inching her face a quarter turn toward her unknowing accomplice. In a much more audible voice, Rita continued, “I heard the poor girl has an eating issue, you know, because of her parents and all.”
