Stars and the Moon from Songs for A New World Rita looked down at the face kneeled below her. She knew this face quite well. Each freckle had been committed to her memory. He had the kind of face that made a person just naturally trust him. They had known each other for several years now... They had met at work, in the copy room. Now he was there- right in front of her- kneeling on the ground with that small ring in his hand. She was so torn by all of the emotion in the room. She loved him, of course, but she couldn't settle down now. Her career was taking off, she couldn't take care of a husband.
"I'm sorry," she began.
Rita often regrets that decision; it was possibly the worst she ever made. Of course, she knew that there was no point in regretting it, she couldn't go back and change her mind. Though, this memory always sits in the back of her mind, showing itself every time she comes home to an empty apartment.
When You Were Young by The Killers Rita looked up at the castle as she strolled up the road from Hogsmeade. It would be the first time she had returned to Hogwarts since graduating. Nothing had changed; everything looked as magical as it was thirty years ago. She tried to not focus on all of the memories she had here; this was strictly for the Prophet and nothing else. Of course, all of her trying was pointless as she looked over at the simple wood where she had had her first kiss. Everything was so simple back then... Rita shook her head to regain her conciousness. It was going to be difficult interviewing these young children if she couldn't keep her mind on her job.
Things I'll Never Say by Avril Lavigne Sometimes Rita wishes that she had said it to him. Perhaps her life would be drastically different now... They had spent half of their lives together, studying for exams and watching time drift by in the court-yards. However, she never did. She knew that she felt it, but she knew better than to say anything. She had been let down too many times before in her life by the people she loved, she couldn't let it happen again. So, those words were left unsaid. Time passed with astounding quickness, and he had left her. It was not a terrible split, just the drifing apart of two people. He wanted someone to settle down with- start a family. Rita was still too afraid to do anything. She had some relationships after him, almost got married once, but it never came to pass. She saw him in the street one day, buying school supplies for his two daughters. Their eyes met briefly and it was like they had gone back in time. But, as with everything, the glance had to end. It ended too soon for Rita.
Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve "Damnit," Rita screamed as she finally was released from that little jar. "I can't believe this!"
"Believe it," the young, simpering girl scolded. "I caught you... now you are going to behave."
"I am not taking orders from some little bitch on a power-trip, love."
"Oh, you will. I have proper evidence needed to turn you in for being an illegal animagus. How does a trip to Azkaban sound?"
Rita had nothing to say to this. She suddenly felt so ashamed, so upset. It seemed so surreal to her; she had kept her abilities secret until now. "What are the conditions?" Rita finally choked up. The words tasted bitter in her mouth.
"Give up writing for a year."
"You fucking bitch-" "Don't talk back to me," the girl interrupted with great force. "You will do it and that will be the end of it. Or, you can take the other option."
"What the hell am I supposed to do for money?"
"I hope you have invested wisely... Otherwise, you will be rather destitute for the next year."
Rita looked at the girl as though she were insane. However, she knew the girl was being serious. "Fine." Rita whispered.
She stormed out of the compartment and went to the local pub for a tall, stiff drink.
Scar Tissue by The Red Hot Chili Peppers Rita looked down at her lower back. It was now covered with a large scar. It told a story that Rita would never forget. The wound had been deeper than she cared to think about. It had bled a lot as she tried to apparate to St. Mungo's. She had barely made it there without passing out. The wound was painful; more painful than anything Rita had ever experienced. For a while she couldn't move at all without screaming in pain. Slowly, the nerves around it died away and, even now, her skin there was numb. She ran her fingers along the newly formed scar. It was a lot larger than she though it would be, but it didn't seem to matter now. This was her reminder of the New World Order under Voldermort. Muggle-borns deserved to be punished. She deserved to be punished.