It wasn't often that Rita felt morally invested to report. Sure, there was the occasional scandal that needed to be addressed, and once in a while a prominent ministry worker needed to be revealed, but never did Rita feel it was her obligation - her duty as a woman, and a popular writer - to address an article, like she felt with Philomena's plight. Rita was numerous things to the outside world - a bint, a nosy bint, a horrible writer, awful, etc. First and foremost, however, inwardly (at least), she was a feminist. Rita firmly believed in women's rights, her mother before her believed in them, and her grandmother before that. The drive that kept Rita going was that she might provide hope for those women forced into a certain role. She wanted them to feel like there were options out there for them. As a prominent journalist at the Prophet, Rita knew how cutthroat society could be, especially with their stereotypes of women. She was a minority in the office, which just motivates her daily to constantly climb to the top.
It took her over ten grueling years to prove herself to those editors at the Prophet. Articles upon articles about war, peace, love, gossip. It took devoted fans to love her cutthroat reporting, and then to support her in her darkest hour, but in the end, Rita was where she was today because of her drive to succeed.
Apparating to Philomena's manor, Rita was feeling good about this interview. Phil didn't have to ask her twice to write an article, especially after she found out about the topic. Something so near and dear to her heart? How could Rita say no?
Fixing the alligator skin bag on her arm, she held up a pad of paper as a bright acid green Quick-Quotes Quill was writing rapidly as Rita dictated. "The large home, reveals the opulence and splendor to all those who witness it's..." Rita's voice trailed off as she waved her hand towards the wand, forcing it to come up with it's own word to describe the home. Ascending the steps, the quill was writing feverishly as Rita rang the bell. Oddly enough, her heart was getting ready to pound out of her chest.