Rita Louise Skeeter (ritabugwrites) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-09-02 19:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | - 1980/09 september, frank longbottom, rita skeeter |
Who: Rita and Frank
Where: Frank's front yard
When: Today, shortly after THIS
What: He refused to let her in to see Al, so she showed up to try and yell him into submission
Rating: 14A for language?
Status: In progress
After angrily scrawling her last reply in heavy ink, Rita snapped her journal shut, stepped into her most comfortable (and also oldest and most scuffed) pair of flats, and apparated just outside of where she knew the Longbottom's wards were. Rita had been through their wards many times, but true to Frank's word, she wasn't able to get through this time. True to Rita's word, however, she tried anyway, throwing a few spells out and then tried--and failed--to walk through them anyway.
She'd fight the damn wards all night, though she was no auror, if that was her only chance. She was stubborn, like her father, and Al was... Al. He was her world, and the last time they'd spoken, they'd fought. She'd thrown a book at him and then later, suggested she wouldn't forgive him, or whatever bloody idiotic thing she'd said. None of it seemed to matter anymore, aside from the fear that maybe that was the last thing she'd ever...
Rita refused to think like that. Frank had said Al was okay, and he wouldn't lie.
Besides, it was easier to be angry at Frank than to be worried and upset over Al. Thinking about Al made Rita feel like crying, and Rita wasn't a girl that cried in public if she could help it. She cried in bathrooms on her lunch break (as she had the day after she'd caught Al in bed with Dorcas) and she cried rather pathetically into her pillow (as she had after Al actually had left after their fight), but shedding tears in front of others was something she avoided if at all possible.
"Let me in, you prick!" she shouted, ready to try and push her way through the wards again, heedless of what they would do to her.