Rita
Rita knew at the end of the day she amounted to nothing. It was the honest truth and as a journalist her job was to present the truth in a way most appealing to the reader. That is probably why she got into journalism in the first place. It was an easy path to choose. Her heart had known that this was it ever since she had learnt to grip her first quill.
Most people froze when they came under the lashing of her tongue. Sirius was an exception; the man honestly believed he was the gift of beauty to the world. If there was ever a man that Rita would have liked to crush, it was him.
As a child and later a teenager, Rita had no time for the pettiness of schooling life. They could hate her or love her and the end of the day everyone knew she was an asset. It was a skill that she used well. Not many people knew it but Rita had passed all her subjects with "Outstandings" as well as taken a A-Level in English all in her seventh year.
She was by no means dense or stupid no matter what her metallic and immaculately styled blonde hair suggested. She knew what she wanted in life and heaven forbid she was getting it. This story of her life was one very few had the privilege of glancing at.
Her father was a typical truck driver. He worked hard to sustain his family. His loyalty to his wife could be questioned once in a while but all in all her family had managed co-existing. That dream was crushed under the gavel when her dad was accused of theft by his boss.
His boss was a rich man whose lazy eye had laid on Rita more than once. It was then that Rita realised how much power words had. The newspapers had painted the man she called 'dad' as someone who was ungrateful, crude but most importantly inhumane. She had always known in her mind that words held power but it was only then she believed it in her heart.
Her path to journalism started out as the gossip monger at Hogwarts. It was simple to build webs of words. She watched with rapt attention at how one bit of news could be spun ten ways into the sunset at the end of the school day.
The platinum haired woman was vicious. The older she got the easier it had become to forget the morals that had once guided her. She knew nothing of that sort now. She took a calming breathe and smiled a photo ready smile at her photographer.
Even though this was just an interview it was not every day one was given permission to interview the "Boy who Lived". When she saw the young man walk in Rita had to stop all emotions from bursting out. He reminded her so much of the person she had been. Now was not the time for emotions though.
She sucked on the tip of her acid-green quill. It was time for her to reveal a spiced up version of the truth to the world.