Competitor

Chapter Seven

A light flashes in my eyes as the camera goes off. Fleur and I sit on a bench with the boys behind us.

"Hello," the woman with bleach blonde hair in pistachio green says. "I'm Rita Skeeter. But you all know about me."

"Sadly," I mutter. Rita gives me a nasty glare.

"What we're here about is you. What is hidden with those rosey cheeks? What is behind those muscles? What makes those curls tick. Me, myself, and I would like to know. Along with my thriving readers. Who shall go first?"

We look at each other, hoping one would volunteer. No one wants to be alone with this woman. She twists the truth around to get a story she wants.

"We'll start with the second youngest."

Rita pulls Harry off, leaving me with the older three.

"Do you really have the Siren's Gift?" Fleur asks. She has a pretty French accent.

"Yeah...Please don't ask me to sing."

Fleur chuckles. "Just wanted to hear the truth from you. Don't worry about it."

"Saved people with it," Cedric informs her. I punch his arm and the seventeen year olds chuckle.

"Heard you're good at Quidditch," Krum states. "But did not play because of the fact your house teased your family."

"Oi. We're not here so you three can interview me. I don't even want to be interviewed."

"I know," Cedric chuckles. "Harry and I had to drag you here."

We all break out laughing. Harry walks in pissed, but quickly become confused. Rita grabs my arm and pull me along.

"Here we are," she smirks as we go in a broom cupboard. "You don't mind if I use a Quick Note Quill, do you?"

"Not at all."

"Good. Are you afraid?"

"A bit since...."

"And your twin must hate you're getting all the fame."

"Not that..."

"Oh, how great you have that gift of your's."

"I can't..."

"And..."

"OI. WILL YOU SHUT UP FOR ONCE?"

I know I shouldn't have lashed out, but she should have let me finished. Her and her quill stop in shock.

"Thank you. I am scared since I never wanted to enter. Ginny hasn't seemed jealous. And I'm not even allowed to use my gift. So there. And by the way, I don't have an anger issue. You better get that quill fixed."

I leave with that. I only stop once I get to the others.

"Fair warning, Rita will put whatever she wants. A word you say won't bloody matter."

With that, I leave.