Harry Potter Rita Skeeter Novels & Stories

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

The children in the line gasps, and the chest snaps open. In the chest on a velvet pillow lies a sharp sapphire, and the Headmistress announces. "A sapphire. Apt for a telekinetic." The witches gathered burst into a cheer and clap loudly as the little girl grins, clutching the sapphire. "She'll get that in the necklace form before she starts class," Leita states. "Her aspect belongs to the paranormal category like Matron Aldar's does." “This all looks very Harry Potter-esque.” I muse. Ophelia hears this and shoots me a dirty look. “Do not speak the name of that book in my presence, I beg you.”

] Her wording was sharp and aggressive. I could practically imagine Rita smashing the room apart in fury after reading it. Sure enough, the very next second, Rita—completely out of character—lost control and replied publicly: [Dr. Faith Heyes, I know you've been coveting Dr. Kevin Miller for a long time. But he's rejected you countless times. If you have even a shred of dignity, stop having delusional fantasies online!] Suddenly, my phone rang. I fumbled hurriedly and answered. On the other end, Rita's voice trembled with barely restrained excitement.

Still no answer. "Are you ignoring me? I swear I'm gonna kill you now kid. Who do you think you are? Just showing up and stealing my man! I'll kill you before anyone else gets the chan.."— I was cut off by the door opening. "About damn ti.."— uh-oh! Boy, was I in for big trouble. "You're gonna kill the kid, huh?" Damnit. Was Rita already here? For how long? She must have snuck in just like I did. Where's her scent? I forgot she was a mastermind at hiding her scent. One of the reasons she's a tactical war leader for defense and offense.

The other students who had followed Rita were whispering among themselves about whether she had finally lost her mind completely. “Rita what exactly are you claiming happened in here?” Mr. Patterson asked as he crossed his arms and waited for a reasonable explanation. “She’s not human,” Rita insisted as she stepped closer to Maya and examined her hands closely. “I know what I saw and she had actual claws that came out like a wild animal and she was going to hurt me.” Maya held up her hands so everyone could see that her fingers looked perfectly normal without any sign of the claws that Rita was describing. The teachers and students all stared at her hands and then back at Rita with expressio

Headmistress scolds as she pushes Skye inside and uses her ability. The headmistress gracefully wields her hand in the air conjuring her water element in a form of liquid mercury and solidifies it to lock the door. She continues, "You can't pull this kind of thing again, Skye! You didn't even told the witches about your plan of getting the book today- I've had enough of your last minute back up plan."

"Oh my goodness! So Rita and Summer are cousins? I heard her mother is a Grayson, before she married Coach Tyler." "Mmm," I lowered my head, and Rita stepped up to meet me, as she stood in front of my desk and said, "Let me warn you, Summer, or cousin whatever. If you try to seduce Christopher and fûck him, I will kill you with my bare hands. You better not give him any chance." I couldn't reply to Rita as she darted away, just as the lecturer stepped into the chaotic classroom. "What's going on here?" The lecturer demanded, walking up to the front. The students rose to greet him, amidst the tension, and I rose to my feet too.

she told him. "How did you expect them to be?" he asked. "rough" "I am a vampire from the royal line, my healing ability is fast. All my injuries vanish" "werewolves also have fast healing but sometimes scars remain" Rita told him, still tracing his hand. "I wish I had scars, maybe it would remind me of all the evil I had done." Rita released his hand and raised up her shirt to show the scar from the stab wound. "Well this one reminds me of when I tried to kill my own sister"

Despite being birthed into the family of Royal, Derek would forever consider her classless, unlike Michelle, who was the epitome of elegance to him. He knew conversing with her wouldn't benefit him in the slightest, and despite her remarks, Derek remained wordless. “Tch! How boring a man be” Rita scoffed lightly and turned focused fully on her nails as silence engulfed both of them. The noises emanating from her nails clashing with the mental file were extremely annoying, yet Derek wouldn't be tempered to speak to her. “So Sebastian threw you into the Dungeon for torture when you punched him, right? Ha!” Rita laughed mockingly without glancing at him.

"You still haven't told me. Do you want to punish me or have me?" "How about both?" She blurted. Good Lord! Did that slip out of her mouth? "Sounds good to me." He said simply. "Tha …that…" Why was she stammering? She was Rita Hatzis, a poised werewolf princess, a strong woman, a smart, and respected warrior. Why was she acting like a little girl around this man? "I'll be waiting for you then."