RP: Arts Festival - Day Three

[shh_su]

Date: 12 August 2005
Characters: Su, Caradoc, Rabastan, Kinsley, Padma, Parvati, Cedric, Dean, Marcus, Irma, Narcissa, Filch, anyone and everyone
Location: Streets of Stoatshead Hill [Arts Festival Area]
Status: Very Public
Summary: It's the final day of the Arts Festival
Completion: Incomplete

Comments

Re: Street Performers

[shh_kingsley]

Kingsley was passing by the street performers on his way to check on the first aid tent and information booth in front of the Town Hall.

"I tell you, Agatha, I had it from Mrs. Thorton, who had it from Elaine Ziggler, who heard it from that nice woman who sells spices at the market, who had it from Mrs. Witherbottom, who saw them herself."

Kingsley just shook his head as he passed the old busy bodies, until the next phrase had him stopping in his tracks. "Rita Skeeter pregnant? Honestly, Hortence, I don't care what Clothilde Witherbottom thought she saw, that Skeeter woman simply cannot be a mother, especially not with a such a nice man like Mr. Ollivander. I cannot believe it."

Rita? Pregnant?

Kingsley didn't know whether to laugh or be horrified. He certainly wasn't jealous. No. That little pang in his chest had nothing to do jealousy. He didn't want to be a father and he certainly didn't want Rita. That woman was pure poison. No, he was content with Susan and he liked farming. There was no way in hell Rita would muck stalls and can vegetables. So why was he so bothered by the thought that the blond viper was pregnant and shagging Ollivander?