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Apocalypse Ave
She could have probably dealt with the dead boy.
But her?
Nuh uh. No way she could stay, now.
And so Rita went home and packed all the rest of her things, leaving a note for the roommates with some cash to cover rent through the end of the month:
Boys -
I'll miss you, but I have to go.
Look me up if you're ever in Londom.
Kisses!
~ Rita ( Read more... ) -
Journalism Grades
Rita finally posted the grades for her classes outside the journalism classroom late Friday night.
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Office Hours - 05/04
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!] -
The Logan House omg
After finding a bag of goodies from Josh, Rita was very pleased.
The first part of the potion had been brewing for the neccessary time. This couldn't have come on a more perfect day! It was radio day! The perfect day to...see if this particular potion worked with muggle substitutions ( Read more... ) -
Very Special Office Hours
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.] -
Apocalypse Ave, the dorms for a wee second, and beyond, omg!
Rita packed a small bag, and left a note for her housemates on the strange box in the kitchen that kept things cool.
( To the Housemates ) -
Rita's wee attic room (Apocalypse Ave.)
Rita sat on her bed drinkinating and painting her nails doing important work when the owl flew into her room.
Well, to be fair, the owl flew into her window. It wasn't a particularly intelligent owl.
She flicked the window open, and after passing off a few knuts into his pouch, took the ( letter ) -
In a hallway, just after classes
Rita was wandering along, looking through her post.
Subscription to Witch Weekly, postcard from her brother...another letter from the Ministry.
She sighed, and kept walking as she sifted through the mail.
[Here for specific people, but really, anyone can run into her if they'd like.] -
Office Hours - 04/13
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... ) -
Office Hours - 04/06
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.]