Rita Skeeter had an eye for eye candy. That wasn't something that was a secret. She entered St. Mungo's, her blonde hair styled in her usual ridiculous curls, wearing a tweed suit that was an alarming shade of pink. Her banana-yellow nails clawed around in her handbag until she clasped her Quick-Quotes Quill and her ever-trusty notepad. She was here under the illusion of business, of getting an interview for The Prophet.
She made her way to the front desk of the hospital, having quickly crossed through the shop window with the tacky mannequins only moments before. The receptionist quirked an eyebrow at her, her eyes raking in her suit, obviously disapproving of both the colour and the way it clung to the older woman's skin, far too tight for her age.
"Rita Skeeter for Gilderoy Lockhart," Rita barked imperiously at the receptionist.
The receptionist pointed her in the right direction and off Rita went, her heels clacking obnoxiously on the floor, getting disgusted looks from Healers as she passed them in the hallways and in the lift.
She opened the door to Gilderoy's room, shoving her quill and notepad in her bag. She wasn't there for business. Not really. She would, of course, get the interview so as not to raise any suspicion, but first, she wanted to attend to her own business.
"How are you feeling, Gilderoy?" she asked cheekily.
"Oh, ho, Rita," he said, chuckling, giving her his award-winning smile. "Feeling like I'm ready to be out of this damnable hospital and back in the spotlight. Although, you're taking care of me on that last one."
"I've been taking care of you in more than just that way, and you know it, you cheeky boy."
The entire Wizarding World had been in a tizzy ever since Gilderoy had almost fully recovered. Being the woman she was, Rita, of course, volunteered to conduct the interview and, well, the cougar had found her newest plaything. Gilderoy was just as idiotic and selfish and idolized as she was and she loved it.
He gave her a naughty grin and she flicked her wand at the door, magically locking it, and proceeded to drop the blinds on the door as well, making sure they were well hidden from any nosy nurse's prying eyes.
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Not a curl was out of place as she emerged from his room, sliding the Quick Quotes Quill back in her bag and straightening her skirt. She gave him a good-bye wink before heading for the lift.
"One of my more profitable interviews," she said to no-one in particular with a smirk.