Rita didn't look up when her door opened, she knew who it would be. Her suspicions were further confirmed by the slamming of the door behind them. Only one person would dare storm through her closed door with not so much as a knock. When the copy of the prophet was slapped onto her desk she looked up slowly from her work following from his hand over his arm and up to his face. There was a plain expression but you could tell she was trying to keep the smirk from forming on her face as he spoke, she had a feeling she knew what he was here about. She raised an eyebrow, "What?" She asked playing the innocent.
She placed her quill down and looked at her finger tips and made a little tsking noise as she saw the state of them. "The readers have a right to know the truth, Kingsley." She looked back up to him before continuing. "If I got a source I have to run with it. My personal feelings of those involved cannot cloud my journalistic integrity." Rita tried to remain calm as she spoke, not allowing her to voice to show the annoyance she felt.
Placing her hands on her desk she stood up, not appreciating being looked down at not that standing was much help when it came to Kingsley. "And who do you think you are just storming in here?" She pursed her lips annoyed as she crossed her arms. They had been in this position many times before and it wouldn't be the last time, she knew that.