Y/N RIDDLE POV:
I'm with the other champions and see a big flash.
"Hello, I'm Rita Skeeter, I write for the Daily Prophet. But of course, you know that, don't you? It's you we don't know. You're the juicy news." She says shaking all of our hands, well except mine. I just rolled my eyes at her, she's annoying me already.
"What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks?" She says to Fleur.
"What mysteries do the muscles mask?" She says to Krum.
"Does courage lie beneath those curls?" She says to Cedric.
"Somethin' does and it's not courage," I mumble to myself.
"What questions are behind those eyes?" Rita says to Harry. Then she looks at me.
"What powerfulness is lurking by your name?" She says staring dead in my eyes.
"What annoyingness is filling your voice?" I say staring back.
"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? Shall we start with the daughter of You-know-who? Lovely," She responds looking the other way. She grabs my arm and drags me.
"I can walk myself you hag," I say taking back my arm. We walk into a little room
"So tell me, Riddle. Here you sit, a mere girl of 12-" she says.
"I'm 14, and I'm not a mere girl," I state cutting her off.
"About to compete against 4 students, three that are not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself, but who have mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams," She continues.
"You don't have any idea what you're saying. I stunned Cedric in a heartbeat. Could knock Krum out in a millisecond, and could crack Fleur's little heart in a minute top. So don't tell me what I haven't mastered because I know every damn spell without even needing a wand or muttering the spell," I whisper shout and see her quill writing every word.
"Then, of course, you're no ordinary girl of 12, are you?" She questions.
"14," I interrupt.
"Your father's legend. Do you think it was the trauma of your past that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament?" She says ignoring what I said.
"I didn't enter this dumb challenge," I say.
"Oh, of course, you didn't," she says winking at me.
"Everyone loves a rebel, Riddle. Scratch that last," she states and I watch the quill scratch on the paper.

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