Rita slammed an elbow into the Ministry Security Guard's ribs, and darted after the Granger girl, intending to get even a scoop for her article. Either that or she'd have to do some heavy editing.
"Ms Granger, are you dating ex-death eater Mafoy just to restore his image out of pity?!" She called out.
Granger hissed, annoyed, and turned around abruptly, making Rita slam into her very tiny boobs. Hopefully, she would tell the whole truth of their fake dating plan out of annoyance.
Muddy brown eyes flashing in annoyance, the mud- muggle-born said in a cold voice, "Listen, Skeeter—"
"—Ms Skeeter, if you please," she said smoothly, smirking.
"—Ms Skeeter, it is wholly obvious you did not obtain an O in transfiguration in your N.E.W.T.s or O.W.L.s at all—"
Rita set about stating her patently false knowledge in transfiguration and how she had proved it in her exams. She left out the parts about cheating.
"—Because, if you had, you would have done something about your face—"
Well, that was rude. Of course, she had done something about her face. She had gotten the mud- muggle-style plastic surgery on her nose.
"Your nose in particular, since it can't seem to stay out of other people's business. Mine and Draco's as of now!"
The security guards, having interrupted their chase of the beetle—err, human—in pursuit of a man begging Harry Potter to adopt him as a son, returned with full annoyance.
"Take this bothersome beetle away, gentlemen!" The gold-digger snapped.
Needless to say, Rita did not get her scoop.