Being A Beetle
Summary: Rita Skeeter's reflections on being a captive beetle.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything/anyone/any part of this story.
((Okay, well this is only one chapter long. I felt I owed it to Rita- even though she is big, pesky, mean, backstabbing... (I could rattle on for ages, but that would get me nowhere, would it?) I felt she needed an explanation to her crabbiness. So, read and review. Hope you like it!))
Hmph... Rita could see the huge, peering faces of that foolish girl, the clueless celebrity, and the flame headed bozo smirking into her glass jar. How could she have fallen into that pathetic trap?
The bucktoothed brunette had gotten her in her animagus shape and had blackmailed her! She! Rita Skeeter! Blackmailed! Hmph!
After all of her work, all of her years of training and gossip and journalism, this threesome were going to stop her! Ha! She'd like to see them try! If only they knew how many connections she had... if only they knew how crazy they'd sound if they'd tell the ministry or whoever of her secret!
They all had deserved it! Rita remembered her own days at Hogwarts...
"Rita the Repulsive!"
"Servile Skeeter!"
All of the jeering faces... oh if only they could see her now. Anger flittered through her wings as she hovered over to another leaf.
She wasn't repulsive or servile or anything else of the sort now! Now she was beautiful, infamous, envied, and quite cunning if she did say so herself. Oh, if only she could go back in time and save herself the misery that were her teenage years! Ugh!
This jar was so annoying. Being a beetle was annoying. But what else was small enough that could flit around getting the scoop off of anyone she would like? No, a beetle was fine- and she was an exotic beetle, too! It was the jar that was most annoying! Not only was everything millions of times bigger, but now they were all gleaming and disfigured from the shape and clearness of the jar.
How she wanted to go out and fly. If only she could get back at that girl... She thinks she's so smart... I bet I could outsmart her any day! A memory spell would do her good! Rita plotted many things in her mind. Of course, she would not be able to carry out any plans while she was stuck in this pathetic, stupid jar!
What were they talking about now? Voldemort coming back? Bah! So the children these days were even more delusional than she thought!
As if You-Know-Who would come back? If he had by some odd chance- which wasn't likely, the one with the glasses and scar had taken care of that as a boy- hopefully he would torture that stupid girl and the two boys she had spied on! Maybe that great giant oaf, too! Ha! I'd love to see that! She thought.
She closed her eyes and rocked back and forth on the train- imagining the look of horror on all of their faces when You-Know-Who performed a deadly curse on them! Look at them bend like that! HAHAHA!!!
Whoa. She woke up from her all-too-real day dream and found that the train had stopped. WHOA!! Her jar was being lifted up and shifted around. Hey- there were those Slytherin boys who had helped her out earlier that year! I hope they teach this bunch a lesson...
Wait! These three oafs weren't supposed to be taking there wands out! WHOOSH! Lights from all directions bounced onto the nice Slytherin kids! All though she could not see the new look of the Slytherins from her jar, she could see them pass out.
They had just used magic! On the train! Against other students! That had to be breaking a rule, right?! It had to be!
Ooh, now I have one on them! If they blackmail me, I'll be able to get them right back! HAHAHA!! I don't care if I'm in a jar- I'll get back at them if it's the last thing I do! Ooh, I can't wait to write a story on
this...
Disclaimer: I do not own anything/anyone/any part of this story.
((Okay, well this is only one chapter long. I felt I owed it to Rita- even though she is big, pesky, mean, backstabbing... (I could rattle on for ages, but that would get me nowhere, would it?) I felt she needed an explanation to her crabbiness. So, read and review. Hope you like it!))
Hmph... Rita could see the huge, peering faces of that foolish girl, the clueless celebrity, and the flame headed bozo smirking into her glass jar. How could she have fallen into that pathetic trap?
The bucktoothed brunette had gotten her in her animagus shape and had blackmailed her! She! Rita Skeeter! Blackmailed! Hmph!
After all of her work, all of her years of training and gossip and journalism, this threesome were going to stop her! Ha! She'd like to see them try! If only they knew how many connections she had... if only they knew how crazy they'd sound if they'd tell the ministry or whoever of her secret!
They all had deserved it! Rita remembered her own days at Hogwarts...
"Rita the Repulsive!"
"Servile Skeeter!"
All of the jeering faces... oh if only they could see her now. Anger flittered through her wings as she hovered over to another leaf.
She wasn't repulsive or servile or anything else of the sort now! Now she was beautiful, infamous, envied, and quite cunning if she did say so herself. Oh, if only she could go back in time and save herself the misery that were her teenage years! Ugh!
This jar was so annoying. Being a beetle was annoying. But what else was small enough that could flit around getting the scoop off of anyone she would like? No, a beetle was fine- and she was an exotic beetle, too! It was the jar that was most annoying! Not only was everything millions of times bigger, but now they were all gleaming and disfigured from the shape and clearness of the jar.
How she wanted to go out and fly. If only she could get back at that girl... She thinks she's so smart... I bet I could outsmart her any day! A memory spell would do her good! Rita plotted many things in her mind. Of course, she would not be able to carry out any plans while she was stuck in this pathetic, stupid jar!
What were they talking about now? Voldemort coming back? Bah! So the children these days were even more delusional than she thought!
As if You-Know-Who would come back? If he had by some odd chance- which wasn't likely, the one with the glasses and scar had taken care of that as a boy- hopefully he would torture that stupid girl and the two boys she had spied on! Maybe that great giant oaf, too! Ha! I'd love to see that! She thought.
She closed her eyes and rocked back and forth on the train- imagining the look of horror on all of their faces when You-Know-Who performed a deadly curse on them! Look at them bend like that! HAHAHA!!!
Whoa. She woke up from her all-too-real day dream and found that the train had stopped. WHOA!! Her jar was being lifted up and shifted around. Hey- there were those Slytherin boys who had helped her out earlier that year! I hope they teach this bunch a lesson...
Wait! These three oafs weren't supposed to be taking there wands out! WHOOSH! Lights from all directions bounced onto the nice Slytherin kids! All though she could not see the new look of the Slytherins from her jar, she could see them pass out.
They had just used magic! On the train! Against other students! That had to be breaking a rule, right?! It had to be!
Ooh, now I have one on them! If they blackmail me, I'll be able to get them right back! HAHAHA!! I don't care if I'm in a jar- I'll get back at them if it's the last thing I do! Ooh, I can't wait to write a story on
this...