RP: A Very Rita Apology
Date: January 9, 2005
Characters: Rita Skeeter, Kingsley Shacklebolt
Location: Kingsley's place
Status: Private
Summary: Rita thinks about their conversation in the field and wants to apologise to Kingsley. Only Rita could ever consider this an apology.
Completion: Incomplete
The flowers were dying.
There were charms to keep them fresh, of course, but it had been nearly a month, and every day she had to throw out a few more. Every time she glanced at them she thought of Kingsley, and their conversation.
She had no idea why she'd brought them home at all.
The way he'd reacted when she'd mentioned Gilderoy had perplexed her. She'd never seen that side of him before. He'd seemed so, so....
She had no idea what had passed between them in those moments.
But whatever it was, it had done nothing to improve relations between them, and she... she didn't like that at all. After all, if he'd known Gilderoy in childhood, she might need to ask him about it, and if they couldn't even have a civil conversation, that would prove rather difficult.
Perhaps an apology of sorts was in order. But only for that, of course. Only for what she needed from him. Not for any other stupid reason that might have entered her head for but a moment.
Not because she wished what they had could be anything like Gilderoy Fucking Lockhart and his 'Muffin'. That was completely repulsive. She didn't want that at all.
She knew exactly what kind of apology would work best on Kingsley. Transfigured a pair of stockings into satin sashes.
Old muggle homes were deliciously difficult to beetle-proof. There was a rather nicely shaped warp in the window frame of his bedroom. She transformed softly, beside the bed, and let her eyes adjust to the dark. His skin stood out ever so well against his white sheets.
She did it quickly, and by the time he'd woken his wrists were already tied to the headboard.
Characters: Rita Skeeter, Kingsley Shacklebolt
Location: Kingsley's place
Status: Private
Summary: Rita thinks about their conversation in the field and wants to apologise to Kingsley. Only Rita could ever consider this an apology.
Completion: Incomplete
The flowers were dying.
There were charms to keep them fresh, of course, but it had been nearly a month, and every day she had to throw out a few more. Every time she glanced at them she thought of Kingsley, and their conversation.
She had no idea why she'd brought them home at all.
The way he'd reacted when she'd mentioned Gilderoy had perplexed her. She'd never seen that side of him before. He'd seemed so, so....
She had no idea what had passed between them in those moments.
But whatever it was, it had done nothing to improve relations between them, and she... she didn't like that at all. After all, if he'd known Gilderoy in childhood, she might need to ask him about it, and if they couldn't even have a civil conversation, that would prove rather difficult.
Perhaps an apology of sorts was in order. But only for that, of course. Only for what she needed from him. Not for any other stupid reason that might have entered her head for but a moment.
Not because she wished what they had could be anything like Gilderoy Fucking Lockhart and his 'Muffin'. That was completely repulsive. She didn't want that at all.
She knew exactly what kind of apology would work best on Kingsley. Transfigured a pair of stockings into satin sashes.
Old muggle homes were deliciously difficult to beetle-proof. There was a rather nicely shaped warp in the window frame of his bedroom. She transformed softly, beside the bed, and let her eyes adjust to the dark. His skin stood out ever so well against his white sheets.
She did it quickly, and by the time he'd woken his wrists were already tied to the headboard.