Ruby's POV
I would very much rather be anywhere else but here at the moment.
Let me explain. Today, the other 'champions' and I are in the trophey room once again to be photographed and interveiwed for the Daily Prophet. Which wouldn't be a problem if I actually wanted anything to do with this competition. Not to mention this Rita Skeeter lady seems a little shady to me.
A bright flash from a box camera stops interrupts my thought process and nearly blinds me as I am standing with the other champions. We all blink and the photographer thanks us as Rita Skeeter walks up to us.
"Well now, aren't we the charasmatic quintet..." She says as she eyes the five of us with what is almost the intensity of a feral animal. I hold back an eye roll and sigh slightly. I can tell she is going to get on my nerves. I just want to get this over with already.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Rita Skeeter and I write for the Daily Prophet...but you all know that, don't you? It's you we don't know." Skeeter says as she begins pacing by the five of us.
"What quirks lurks beneath the rosy cheeks? What mysteries do the muscles mask? Does courage lie beneath the curls? In short: What makes a champion tick. Me, myself and I want to know. Not to mention my rabid readers. So. Who's feeling up to sharing? Hm? Shall we start with the youngest? The boy? Lovely." She eyes Harry and I before she decides that Harry goes first. She grabs his arm and drags him into the broom closet.
"I don't like that woman." I say to the others and they nod in agreement.
"I agree. Most of her stories on the Daily Prophet aren't true. I never read them." Cedric says.
"I vonder what she vill write about us." Fluer says and I sigh.
"Well, I don't plan on finding out. I think I will just make my escape now while she is busy with Harry." I say as I begin walking to the exit.
Sorry, Harry. I would have taken you with me if you hadn't been volun-told to no first. I will make it up to you with chocolate frogs.
"I don't blame you." Viktor says. I'm sure he would leave too if he wasnt forces to be here by his headmaster.
"Wait! What if she asks where you are?" Cedric asks.
I shrug. "Ummm, tell her that my cat was set on fire by some first years or something." I say as I continue walking.
"But you don't have a cat." Cedric says.
"Yeah, but she doesn't know that. Just tell her something. Get creative. She will eat it all up like the leech she is." I say as I stop by the door.
"Or feel free to come with me, guys. That would be cool too." I say.
They look like they were debating it, before they shake their heads.
"No. We'll stay." Viktor says.
"Yeah, and ve'll cover for you. Don't vorry." Fleur says with a friendly smile and I grin.
"You guys are great! Good luck with Skeeter." I say as I turn to leave. As I do so, Dumbledore comes into the room and I nearly bump into him.
"Oh, Professor. I was just-" I say but he interrupts me.
"Going to see your cat that was 'set on fire'?" He asks with a glitter of amusement in his eyes.
I stutter and sigh as Crouch and the Professors walk into the room from behind Dumbledore.
"I should have left sooner." I mumble and Dumbledore smiles.
"If you excuse me. I shall retrieve Harry and we can get started." Dumbledore says as he walks towards the broom closet and opens the door.
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PETRIFIED (IT 2017/ Harry Potter Crossover)
Fanfiction(ON HOLD) (EDITING IN PROGRESS!) (AN: Currently under editing. This story is a few years old and has a lot of errors. Very slow to update due to lack of motivation. Clearly, it's been over a year since I posted the last chapter. Sorry. Anyways, I wi...
