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[hih_dumbledore]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'She's Bad News'/ Monday, November 20th, 2006 / 9:50AM
Location:  Rm. 14
Open to: EVERYONE
Currently Involving: Rita Skeeter

"Well, that certainly was enlightening!"

The last cry echoed as the door slammed behind the heels of the little red-headed girl.

"Did you get her name? Lemme seeit!" Rita pulled the parchment towards her as the

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[kazuki_takurai]

Kazu flushed when she poured the milk in his tea.

"Heh heh... Thanks," he chuckled. Carefully, he reached for the cup and drank a little bit of it, happy that there was something to cool it off. He wasn't trying to be messy! This was him trying to be professional, whether anyone wanted to believe it or not!

Kazu almost got lost when Rita continued, going on about 'credentials' and whatnot. He wasn't even sure if he knew what that word meant! Nevertheless, he nodded a few times.

"Er.. Yeah, but Dumbledore's a smart guy! He knows lots of spells and stuff. I'm sure he could protect the school too!" Kazu grinned as he spoke. He'd always admired Dumbledore.

And about not trusting anyone? Couldn't she see it around the school? Kazu munched on the cookie some more, feeling bad that they were almost all gone.

"Well, you know. Things are... wonky, you know what I mean? Like, anyone could be a Death Eater here, and you don't know who. It's kind of... scary. It only started gettin' bad once that Malfoy guy started running the show here."

Kazu finished the cute cookie and reached for another.

[hih_dumbledore]

Rita frowned. If she was going to have to sit here all day and have her cookies eaten by these ridiculous Dumbledore mongors who didn't have a brain between the lot of them...? Well!

She quickly turned that frown upside down, her eyes focusing for a moment on the acid green quill on her knee as he continued to write.

"Things are...wonky... you don't know who [could be a Death Eater]," says Takurai, clearly displaying signs of intense paranoia. Medical experts from St. Mungo's Wizarding Hospital state that paranoia could be a sign of a Confundus jinx, or...

"Can you describe what you mean by it only started getting bad once the Minister came to the school?" she asked him, watching the quill write with delight. Sometimes, even she didn't know how she came up with this brilliance!

[kazuki_takurai]

Kazu furrowed his eyebrows. He'd known about Rita Skeeter and all of her nasty-doings. He tried to see what in Merlin's name that quill was writing, but the devil reporter had done a fine job of hiding it from his eyes.

He seemed to snap back into reality when she asked him a question.

"Well," he began. "When Dumbledore was the Headmaster, I felt that everyone at the school was here to help the students, and stuff. Now that he's gone, I don't think I feel safe with anyone on staff. And that Malfoy guy isn't exactly the friendliest guy out there, either. He likes to glare a lot..."

He eyed one of the three remaining cookies on the plate. He couldn't decide between red, green, or purple. Which frosting would be the tastiest, he wondered. Moving rather quickly, he picked up the red cookie and put it in his mouth.

"Sorry I'm eating all your cookies. I'm really hungry, you know?" he said, making sure to chew and swallow before he talked.

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"I don't feel safe with anyone on staff," continues Takurai, before launching into apologies for eating all the biscuits I had offered him, clearly paranoid I might attack...

Rita watched the quill flit and flutter about for a couple more moments, a little smirk on her face.

"Oh, my boy, it isn't a problem! Not whatsoever!" she said, beaming at him.

"But I'm afraid we're running out of time! Thank you very much for your time and company-- your views are most enlightening," prattle, prattle, prattle. It was always the same. She stood up and walked to open the door for him.

The remaining two cookies sat there, staring innocently up at Kazu from their china bed.

[kazuki_takurai]

Kazu gave Skeeter a tiny smile in return, though he immediately regretted doing so. He finally decided that he despised this woman, and this interview definitely proved it. She was a complete phony.

"Oh, right," he went on, nodding his head curtly. He got up from the small table and brushed the crumbs off of his jacket, making sure to get as many as possible on the chair and table. "Thanks for the tea and stuff."

He had to resist a strong urge to eat the last two cookies, but he succeeded, luckily.

"Hope your article goes... okay," Kazu said with a pained smile. "See ya."

As he walked out of the room, he thought about all the things that could possibly go wrong with the article. Kazu had read Skeeter's stuff before, and it wasn't exactly the most truthful. What if... she portrayed him as some sort of psycho-Malfoy supporter? His friends would hate him and he'd be kicked out of Dumbledore's Army forever!

Suddenly, the amount of cookies he ate caught up with him. His over-filled stomach and the thoughts of his friends hating him forever was a bit too much to handle, and he threw himself against the nearest trash bin (which luckily was out of Skeeter's sight) and upchucked all of the contents in his stomach.

He couldn't help but feel disgusted with himself for going in for an interview in the first place.