Post by Rita Skeeter {Inactive} on Feb 16, 2007 11:08:10 GMT -5
With her feet up on a small coffee table, Rita sat draped in one of the large armchairs by the Ravenclaw fire. Aside from her, the common room, and in fact the entire tower, was seemingly devoid of any activity. Books, parchment, quills and ink littered the desktops yet there was nobody to whom they all belonged. Casting an observant eye around the room, Rita spotted a lone mouse curled up in the far corner, in a bed of what seemed to be a shredded Hufflepuff scarf. Relieved that there was some other form of life somewhere in sight, Rita chuckled and turned her attention to the mess in front of her.
Her potions books lay sprawled across the table upon which her feet were currently resting, one of which was perched rather precariously on the corner of the table. To avoid upsetting said book, she began to levitate small scraps of the potions essay she’d just ripped up in the direction of the grate, and wondered vaguely where everybody was. Despite the absence of the fragments of that particular essay, the remnants of her previous five attempts still besieged her immediate vicinity. Resigning herself to the fact she’d have to get up eventually, she hoisted herself out of her chair, ignoring the book which had eventually fallen to the floor, and started to fling her belongings back into her bag and more scraps into the fire…
