Mad World Mods (madworldmods) wrote in madworldrp, @ 2007-10-29 14:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | rita skeeter, sirius black |
Sirius & Rita
LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY dirtdisher)
WHO: Rita Skeeter and Sirius Black
WHEN: Backdated to Sunday afternoon.
WHAT: Pursuant to this owl, Rita meets Sirius in Hogsmeade.
WHERE: Hog's Head.
The dark, musty recesses and seedy clientele of the Hog's Head were far from fit for a lady, but Rita Skeeter had never purported herself to be such. On the contrary, it was among the shadowed faces and dimly-lit guest rooms that she met many of her sources and gleaned a great deal of juicy information that one would never find amid the crowds of The Three Broomsticks. Needless to say, the inn was not a favorite locale for students despite its accessibility, but if Sirius Black was as brave as the reputation preceding him, he would not be daunted by a bit of sawdust. The establishment's foremost advantage over the The Three Broomsticks was undoubtedly its seclusion. Rita thought little of the opinions of Sirius's classmates, but the thought of dodging slurs and nasty looks was wholly unappetizing. How fortunate that the majority of the student body was historically reticent to set foot in the dusty inn.
It was a rare day indeed that Rita was not clothed in one of her garish suits, but the purpose of their meeting was hardly the journalistic variety. She had her doubts about whether Sirius was bold enough to continue his flirtation when he had a grown woman sitting inches away from him, but the possibility was enough to warrant a wardrobe change. The daring purple dress that draped flatteringly over her curvy figure was ostentatious absent the dull contrast of the inn, let alone juxtaposed against the black robes and dark cloaks of the other patrons. There was no real advantage to be had of making a scene in a dilapidated locale, but Rita Skeeter's natural extravagance could hardly be bridled by such logic. If she was ill at ease in her luxurious garment atop the old wooden stool, she showed little sign of it. Only the clean glasses perched in front of her on the bar suggested her awareness of her filth that pervaded the establishment, wholly disinclined to use the dingy mugs that hung above the assortment of hard liquor.
While Sirius may have begun his bantering with Rita on a mere whim, as a joke, he certainly was both surprised and excited she had, in fact,agreed to meet him. She was, after all, on his list of birds to snog. Oh yes. If he managed a snog with Rita Skeeter, who happened to be very fit for an older bird, he'd be a legend. That was just what he intended on accomplishing, to become a legend.
Amazing how the mind of an adolescent boy works.
Sirius had spent extra effort making himself look.. just so. Despite the time he spent preparing, it was the type of look that he didn't care about his looks; the hair style that laid just so that it appeared he rolled out of bed, ran his fingers through it, and went. (Which took thirty minutes to get it to lay perfectly, to look disheveled and not ratty.) His shirt un-tucked, his tie loose around his neck, Sirius gave off the impression of a rich aristocratic bloke who was perpetually bored. (Rather fitting appearance, if you asked him.)
With confidence, he strolled in and waltzed over to greet her. "There's my future wife," he said with his infamous smirk, the one that apparently melted girls hearts and got him in (or out) of a lot of trouble at times. "What's a pretty bird like you doing in a place like this," he teased, falling back on the over used cliche pick up in a completely joking manner. Laughter was the best way to start a date, and get a bird willing to snog.