Rita was in her office, attempting to finalize the grades for her advanced class. There were boxes strewn about the room, all half-full of clutter.

If it looked like she was packing, well, it's because she was.

[Here for someone in particular, but anyone can come bug her!]

Rita was tucked up in her office, grading.

And okay, maybe she was a little late. Since she hadn't graded, erm, anything since the start of the semester.

She was also fratically going through her files for any information on the boy who had appeared in Journalistic Integrity the day before.

[here for all Rita-annoying needs.]

Rita sat in her office, eyeing her correspondance.

Ms. R. Skeeter:

We've heard reports of some unauthorized magical use, and while Fandom is considered a safe zone, like any magical institution, we are forced to inquire as to why there is such a frequence of human/animal transfiguration, particularly on Tuesdays and Wednesdays...She read through ( Read more... )

Rita was reading a newspaper in her office, eyes darting to the door every few minutes as she waited for a student to arrive.

[For something specific, but Rita's door is (metaphorically) open to anyone! And just go ahead and make your own OCD threads saying when you came by.]

Rita was -gasp- working on grades.

Door's open, though.

[No OCD threads - I AM SO, SO SORRY for not getting this up sooner. Minor RL crisis in the form of family traumatizing me via bridal wear. Yeah. Better not to ask, really.]

Rita sat in her office, reading through the day's Daily Prophet and sighing heavily.

[ooc: Specifically for Veronica, but anyone can stop by. :)]

Rita sat in her office, looking vaguely annoyed with the world.

She's ever so interruptable, though.

Rita was in a bad mood as she thumbed through books on muggle music.

Bothering her might be a bad idea.

Especially if you are John Crichton or one of her TAs.