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RP: Do you happen to remember a girl...?

Jan 23, 2007 06:26

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

( she just hoped he wouldn't throw her out for even trying to talk to him )

january 2005, place: private residence, rita skeeter, rubeus hagrid

Comments 16

shh_hagrid January 23 2007, 06:52:04 UTC

Hagrid was just sitting down to a strong cup of vanilla chai tea (a gift from Mme. Maxime. (which was much better than a flagon of meade. YES INDEED! Hardly ever thought of the golden, sweet-not-cloying with a hint of burgundy oak bitterness liquid anymore. It was all tea and pumpkin juice now... And that was just FINE by him, yes...) When he heard the call from his front door-flap.

"Mr Hagrid? Are you here?"

Blast and Bugger, if there was one voice that could still make his teeth stand on edge, this was it. What in the name of the nine hells did she want with him?

Still, he thought, I do have something of a reputation to uphold, and she hasn't been up to her usual shenanigans lately. So I'd best make a good show of it. Licking his forefinger and smoothing out his beard, Hagrid opened the flap with what he hoped was a theatrical swoosh.

"Miss Skeeter, how good o'ya ter drop by. How can I 'elp you?" He said with a large grin.

shh_rita January 23 2007, 14:10:31 UTC

Well, he seemed happy to see her. A little too happy, considering what had been printed after their last conversation, but if he wanted to be genial, she'd play along.

"Hagrid, so lovely to see you again," she smiled, approaching.

It wouldn't do to just come out with her question at all. Ollivander and Minerva hadn't responded favourably at all to bluntness, and if Minerva had been warned about saying anything, it was possible that Hagrid had as well. No, she'd have to be more careful with the way she asked. She thought on it for a moment, and an idea came to her almost instantly.

"I was wondering if I might have a word with you about a book I'm writing," she said. "Hermione Granger's commissioned me to write about the wars, and since you've obviously lived through both of them, I wondered if you might like to contribute?"

shh_hagrid January 24 2007, 03:39:08 UTC

Hermione had commissioned HER to write a book? And she accepted? There was a bit of interesting news. He wondered what would have convinced Hermione to trust the woman who nearly ruined her reputation?

Well, only one way to find out..

"A book on all o' you know who's evil business?" He asked, "Y'd think people'd have their fill o' that."

"Still," he continued thoughtfully "if Hermione thinks people ought ter remember it, she's probably right. Why don'cha come in?"

He said, opening the tent fly wide and ushered Rita into what Maxime called the "sitting room" of his tent. The interior was the same powder blue color as the tents exterior, and was furnished with several pieces of delicate-looking yet out-sized upholstered furniture. Hagrid directed her to a settee that a horse could easily lounge on.

"Would'ja like some tea?" He asked, "If yer hungry, I've got slumpie'n mash on the stove."

shh_rita January 24 2007, 07:19:12 UTC

Rita entered the rather spacious - and, she had to admit - well decorated tent. She was rather impressed as she sat down, not to mentioned slightly awed by the sheer size of the place and the furniture. She had to keep reminding herself that she was actually in human form. Glancing around, she suspected a female hand was at work here - perhaps that lady friend he'd made during the tournament ( ... )

shh_hagrid January 25 2007, 22:03:57 UTC

"Fer a few months," he said, turning over a new cup and pouring some tea from the silver service on the table between them. "in an' out."

"Been makin' a few trips round back ter France an... other places." He finished somwhat nervously.

"Sugar?"

shh_rita January 26 2007, 02:40:31 UTC

She noticed the nervous tone to his voice when he mentioned the 'other places', and was intrigued, but decided not to ask him. Doing that now would certainly ruin what she really needed from him, and that task was the most important ( ... )

Thread 12

Re: the bad old days shh_hagrid February 12 2007, 21:52:41 UTC

Hagrid glanced down the parchment, near as he could tell, she'd done round about the right number; although the sentences got rather messy towards the end, but then again they always did.

"Yeah, this?ll do." He said folding the parchment and placing it on the table between them.

"Yeh can keep that 'r throw it in the fire, whichever yeh like. I won't be keepin' it."

"An' I never said all o'yeh were deatheaters," he continued, "yeh just gotta understand, Harry's name comin' outa that cup were fishier than a grindilou's arse - an Dumbledore knew Riddle was behind it somehow - an' havin' yeh treat the whole thing like it was some sort of wireless drama t'sell cleaning charms dint help none."

"In any case," Hagrid finished, realizing he'd been prattling on, "what's it yeh want ter know?"

Re: the bad old days shh_rita February 20 2007, 11:40:58 UTC

Rita leaned forward and picked up the parchment, then stood, crossed the floor of the tent and tossed it straight into the fire. As if I want it.

She resumed her seat and picked up her own notebook and quill again.

"Yes, well," she answered quietly, "I wrote what would sell papers, and what would keep me in a job." We don't all have the luxury of working somewhere like Hogwarts, where one could know without question that one's loyalties were to an honourable manBut that conversation could go in circles ( ... )