RP: Do you happen to remember a girl...?
Date: 22 January 2005
Characters: Rita Skeeter, Hagrid
Location: Hagrid's hill
Status: Private
Summary: Rita thinks she's found the person who can tell her what she wants to know.
Completion: Incomplete
Rita had spent quite a few hours buried in the book she'd borrowed from Minerva, isolating the year range, then reading the entries. It was heavy going - it seemed whoever had done the recordings at the time had not been particularly interested in layout, and there were sheets of paper scattered through the book from different time periods - where they'd fallen out and been shoved haphazardly back in, apparently. The later years were well ordered, of course - Irma's records, most likely - but before that had been a jungle.
She'd found nothing within Mathilda's range of dates. With a sigh, she'd gone backwards, sifting through earlier disciplinary records - dusty, badly recorded and often faded with years.
Until she'd found something interesting.
Rubeus Hagrid - Record of Expulsion. And, just after Record of Hire - with references from Albus Dumbledore. 1943.
Well, well, well. The giant oaf had been working as gamekeeper when Mathilda was at school, had he? He was rather loose with secrets. It had been astonishingly easy to get information out of him the last time she'd tried.
Which was of course the problem.
Even so, she found herself climbing Stoatshead Hill to seek him out. He was the most promising contact she'd found yet, and she couldn't afford to turn her nose up at it. She'd deal with the problem of his hurt feelings when she came to it.
Merlin, hills were not her thing. Especially not in these heels. By the time she reached the top, she was somwehat out of breath, and had to pause a moment to compose herself. Turning, she took in the view of the town from here - it was rather a magnificent sight. She smiled and turned back, made her way toward the large tent that had been erected.
"Mr Hagrid?" she called. "Are you here?"
Characters: Rita Skeeter, Hagrid
Location: Hagrid's hill
Status: Private
Summary: Rita thinks she's found the person who can tell her what she wants to know.
Completion: Incomplete
Rita had spent quite a few hours buried in the book she'd borrowed from Minerva, isolating the year range, then reading the entries. It was heavy going - it seemed whoever had done the recordings at the time had not been particularly interested in layout, and there were sheets of paper scattered through the book from different time periods - where they'd fallen out and been shoved haphazardly back in, apparently. The later years were well ordered, of course - Irma's records, most likely - but before that had been a jungle.
She'd found nothing within Mathilda's range of dates. With a sigh, she'd gone backwards, sifting through earlier disciplinary records - dusty, badly recorded and often faded with years.
Until she'd found something interesting.
Rubeus Hagrid - Record of Expulsion. And, just after Record of Hire - with references from Albus Dumbledore. 1943.
Well, well, well. The giant oaf had been working as gamekeeper when Mathilda was at school, had he? He was rather loose with secrets. It had been astonishingly easy to get information out of him the last time she'd tried.
Which was of course the problem.
Even so, she found herself climbing Stoatshead Hill to seek him out. He was the most promising contact she'd found yet, and she couldn't afford to turn her nose up at it. She'd deal with the problem of his hurt feelings when she came to it.
Merlin, hills were not her thing. Especially not in these heels. By the time she reached the top, she was somwehat out of breath, and had to pause a moment to compose herself. Turning, she took in the view of the town from here - it was rather a magnificent sight. She smiled and turned back, made her way toward the large tent that had been erected.
"Mr Hagrid?" she called. "Are you here?"