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[ritaskeeter]

HARLEM NOCTURNE ALLEY
      Friday evening. After midnight. The children are tucked in their beds with visions of the new Andretti 2004 filling their innocent heads. You think about ducking out for a quick nightcap with the missus. Perhaps a little trip into Knockturn Alley--if you dare.      Knockturn Alley, the dark counterpart to the famed

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You?

[seekercho]

I remember you, Ms. Skeeter. All through my fifth year you harassed Hogwarts, digging up and making up any dirty-sounding story you could. You were supposed to be reporting on the Triwizard Tournament, and yet you ignored the existence of Cedric Diggory, Hogwarts Champion.

You made several spelling and grammatical errors in that little piece of pulp journalism, Ms. Skeeter, and I have even less confidence in the accuracy of the content.

You disappeared after Cedric died. You cast a blight on his last year alive, and I had hoped you would never return.

[missgranger]

That year went by FAR too quickly.