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[Rita Skeeter {Inactive}]

Rita had always been an early riser, much to her roommates consternations as she could often be heard scurrying about the dormitory getting ready long before they would ever have dreamt of getting up. However, Rita was firm believer in the saying, with great beauty comes great responsibility. Okay so she’d made that up, adapted it from some poster she’d seen somewhere, either way though, the meaning held true. If the beautiful people of earth didn’t make and effort to make everyone else feel bad about themselves then there would be no one to hold a torch to and thus no one would bother to look nice and the world would be filled with unkempt, ugly people who had no inclination to better themselves. Even if it meant through magical surgery or simply putting a brush to their hair. Appearance was everything, after all, what else is there to base a first impression on?

Rita had spent the last seventeen years of her life perfecting her appearance so that it could not be faulted. She’d developed the perfect ways to style her hair that flattered her features, she’d perfected the amount of make up to wear, just enough to have a certain luminance yet not too much that it appeared unnatural, and also an impeccable taste in accessories. Yet, this was not without effort. All this took time, hence the hour of her rising. Still, each morning she did it, preening herself to perfection while her friends slept on.

Consequently she was always the first to breakfast, which suited her fine as it meant she was able to enjoy it at a nice leisurely pace, prepare herself a coffee, help herself to toast and jam while she went over her notes for her classes that day. She had quite a nice morning ritual prepared and was always most aggrieved when it was interrupted. Today was one of those days. She had felt it as soon as she had entered the hall, that something would go wrong, but she couldn’t put a finger on it. However, it was abundantly clear when a ball of parchment, thrown by some idiot, sailed through the air, hit her on the head, bounced off and landed straight in her coffee, slashing it all over the table. Livid, Rita spun in her seat to catch the culprit.