- Location
- The Hub
Over the course of the Tourney, Seamus explodes his dragon, kills everything in the lake (including Krum) and blasts a shortcut through the maze right to the Goblet.
A Skirt's Not So Bad [Harry Potter]
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Eternally 3rd
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So we only have two accurate points of data on worthy Champions and those would be Cedric and Fleur. Harry was the only name of the 'fourth school', and Krum may or may not have been the only Durmstrang student whose name went into the Goblet. That means only two can be confirmed to have been picked out of all other competitors.
So by looking at what they were able to do, we can see some of what the Goblet sees as champion material. Both of them were extremely capable with magic with both of them performing very well in the tests, and both of them proved to have very strong and good character. Cedric played fair with Harry and was very understanding of his situation, and Fleur was willing to acknowledge that she utterly failed the second task and deserved no points from it as well as lauding Harry for his rescue of her sister.
So, arguably not that much to go on, but I think we can deduce that pure entertainment value was not the worth the Goblet sought in its chosen Champions. It sought skilled and capable wizards and witches to compete, perhaps those with a penchant for competition or a strong sense of determination.
Year Four, Chapter Sixteen
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Year Four, Chapter Sixteen
Holly gave Hedwig an owl treat and then finished tying her letter to Sirius to Hedwig's leg. Her owl hooted at her, nuzzled her hand a little, and leapt into the air.
"You guys didn't need to come with me," Holly said to Ron and Ginny, who had made the early morning walk to the Owlery with her.
"Three Hufflepuffs tried to hex you on the way here mate, and some of them were pretty nasty," Ron said.
"I can handle schoolyard jinxes. But that was a nice deflection on the last one, Ron," Holly said. Ron blushed a little and looked awkward.
"Well, it wasn't very sporting of Ernie Macmillan to try and get you in the back, was it," Ron said, as the three of them walked down from the owlery.
"Think you're some kind of hero, Potter? Always trying to get in the news... what's with the weasel - is he your boyfriend or something?" Thomas Avery, a burly seventh year, said. He had a few other older Slytherins with him, and the corridor was deserted. Holly gripped her wand in her pocket.
"Ron's not my boyfriend. What's your problem, Avery? Didn't you call Diggory an obnoxious little twerp just last week - now you're his biggest fan?" Holly replied.
"This isn't about the Tournament, you little psycho," Avery said, taking his wand from his pocket. His friends did the same.
"Then what is it about, Avery, or are you just that eager to get yourself hexed?" Holly asked. Ron had his wand out now too and was looking around at the number of older Slytherins backing Avery up nervously.
"Holly, mate..." Ron said, putting a hand on her arm.
"You know what you did," Avery said, and Holly realised for the first time just how angry he was. He wasn't shouting or screaming, but behind his eyes was a cold, dangerous rage.
"I really don't. I'm going to be honest with you Avery - I've never so much as thought about you before today," Holly said. Then she saw it.
Before one of Avery's friends could complete the wand motion for his silent hex, Holly cast a nonverbal disarming charm and plucked his wand out of the air. He went stumbling backwards from the force of the spell, and Holly whirled around to deflect Avery's instant scalping hex. The bolt of red light bounced off of her shield charm and hit another of his friends.
The long-haired Slytherin girl shrieked as all her hair started to fall out, but Avery ignored her and fired off a cutting charm at Holly. Ron deflected it and started firing stunners at Avery.
"This doesn't concern you, Weasley! ON account of your blood, I'll let you leave if you know what's good for you," Avery snarled.
"You've got another thing coming if you think I'm going to let you hurt my friend! Stupefy!" Ron said.
Holly deflected another hex from Avery, stunned the now bald Slytherin girl, and turned her wand back on Avery. He had only two people still up fighting with him now, and they both looked very nervous. Avery was struggling to hold back tears. Holly felt... something, and instinctively she knew what he was going to cast.
Before she could even begin to move, ropes coiled around Avery and his two remaining companions. Holly heard the distinctive, discordant gait of Mad-Eye Moody come round the corner. How, she wondered, hadn't she heard him sooner.
"You're damn lucky I report to Dumbledore and not the Minister, now, boy. Otherwise, you'd have a cell waiting for you. Dumbledore on the other hand has some damn fool notion about redemption and grief," Moody said, putting his wand away.
Avery started to cry, and Holly felt like she had done something wrong. What had she done to this boy she'd never so much as talked to before?
"Potter-" Avery began, but Moody didn't let him talk.
"Potter didn't kill your father, brat. His own out of control curse did that... a curse he was using to terrorise and kill innocents, mind you," Moody said. Holly finally understood, and she felt sick. Was Thomas Avery the son of the Death Eater she'd killed with his own Fiendfyre?
"Let's get going, Holly," Ron said, and she made a noise of agreement numbly. She couldn't get the sight of Thomas Avery's crying face out of her mind all day, and she wandered around as if she was in a daze.
Just before dinner, Holly was alone on the bridge. She didn't feel all that hungry, and she didn't want to face the adoration of her house or the hatred of the rest of the school all that much.
"It's a lovely view, Potter," Moody said, and Holly whirled around. How had he snuck up on her like that?
"How do you keep sneaking up on me with that leg?" Holly asked.
"Simple silencing charming on my feet, lass. Are you alright?" Moody asked.
"I'm fine. Just not particularly hungry," she said.
"That's crap, Potter. Thinking about Avery?" Moody asked. She didn't respond, but she didn't need to. "You know, I could tell you things about his father that'd send you running to the hills. But you already knew he was a murderous bastard," Moody said.
"I didn't need to kill him," Holly said, very quietly.
"Maybe. But he'd already escaped justice once," Moody said.
"I - that doesn't make it easier to look at his son," Holly said.
"I don't have an easy answer, Potter. But if you want to talk..." Moody said. The sun began to touch the horizon, throwing orange light across the bridge.
"I think I'm good, professor. For now, anyway," Holly said, and she headed back into the castle. Her friends would be worried if she missed dinner.
The next few days were rough for Holly. It seemed that everyone other than the Gryffindors was firmly on the side of her having put her name in. The Slytherins hated her, of course, but the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were unusually vicious towards her. The only Ravenclaw who was so much as polite to Holly was Luna Lovegood, who told Holly that she believed her about someone else entering her name into the Goblet of Fire.
Ministry Aurors arrived on Tuesday, casting forensic spells all over the Goblet and conducting interviews. Nobody talked to Holly about what they'd found, but other than confirming that she hadn't put her name into the Goblet, she was sure they hadn't found much. Even her suspicions weren't all that strong - Karkaroff was probably just putting Krum's name in, and Dumont had a legitimate reason to have been there too.
Holly could hardly accuse her of being a dark witch in league with Voldemort on the basis of her eye colour and accent. Yellow eyes were unusual, but Dumont wasn't even the only teacher at Hogwarts with them - Madam Hooch's eyes were just as vivid.
Outside of double potions, Pansy Parkinson started to hand out badges proclaiming Cedric Diggory to be the real Hogwarts champion. They changed between that and saying 'Potter Stinks', which Holly thought was a low water mark for Pansy's barbs.
"Like them, Potter?" Pansy asked, clearly trying and failing to stop herself from cackling.
"Oh, very clever Pansy. Did you write those insults yourself, or did you get Crabbe and Goyle to handle that part for you?" Hermione said.
"Want one, Granger? I'll have to throw it to you, though. Don't want to get mudblood slime all over me," Pansy said, waving one of the badges at Hermione.
"Leave it, Pansy," Draco said, worriedly.
"What, Draco, but -" Pansy said, but he said something to her in a low voice and she went white. Holly was about to say something, but Snape arrived around the corner, his black cloak flapping as though a strong wind was blowing.
"Miss Parkinson, kindly keep your... badge making activities confined to non-class time. Potter, you're wanted on the fifth floor. Tournament business," Snape said, the most wors he'd spoken to Holly in a year. She blinked, a little unsure of what had just happened.
"Well? Get on with it," Snape said, and Holly left her things with Hermione and headed up to the fifth floor. There was a small sign on the exit from the Grand Staircase, saying "Weighing of the Wands This Way". Holly thought that was probably where she needed to go, so she followed the chain of signs into a classroom she'd never been in before.
All the other champions were there, along with Ludo Bagman, though not Mrs Hull As well as Bagman, a witch Holly had never seen in person was there along with a man holding a camera.. Rita Skeeter, wearing bright green robes, was standing with the other adults with a bored expression on her face.
"Ah, there she is! In you come, Holly - just the wand weighing ceremony, nothing to worry about," Bagman said, as he led Holly over to the other champions.
"Wand weighing?" Holly asked, confused.
"Oh, the expert's up with Dumbledore now. Just to check that your wand is in good working order, a little photo shoot for the press..." Bagman said.
"On that topic, my dear Ludo, might I borrow our youngest champion - add a little colour, you know," Skeeter said, putting her hands on Holly's shoulders.
"Oh, we should have plenty of time - if Holly has no objections, of course," Bagman said.
"I guess that's fine?" Holly said, not really sure of her answer.
"Good, follow me, dearie," Skeeter said, steering Holly into a nearby broom cupboard. She sat down opposite Holly, putting her snakeskin handbag down and retrieving a lime-green quill and a piece of parchment from it. "Don't mind me using a quick quotes quill?" Skeeter asked.
"That's alright, Ms Skeeter," Holly said. She was unsure how to talk to the magical reporter, so she defaulted to politeness.
"Oh, do call me Rita dear. Ms Skeeter was my mother!" Skeeter said. Holly saw the lime green quill write something on the parchment, which Rita tore off. "So, Holly, rumours are swirling - did you really enter your name in the goblet?" Skeeter asked.
"I didn't put my name in, as I'm sure the Aurors who came and investigated would be happy to tell you," Holly said.
"Well, you wouldn't have bungled it and had your name come out twice, would you! Order of Merlin at thirteen, your heroics in confronting dark wizards - do you think you're more qualified than Dingby to be the Hogwarts Champion?" Skeeter asked Holly, the quill writing rapidly out of Holly's sight.
"It's Diggory Ms - Rita. And Cedric's who the Goblet chose to be Hogwarts's champion. Whoever entered me did so under a different school... two different schools," Holly said.
"Oh, you wouldn't want to say a word against him, of course. He's quite the handsome lad, isn't he - is there a romance brewing amongst the champions?" Skeeter said.
"There's - there's nothing going on between me and Cedric," Holly said, blushing. Not, she thought, that she would mind if there was.
"You're quite the unusual witch, so excuse me if this is an insensitive question... but do you like handsome strapping lads like Diggleby, or are buxom vixens like the part-veela girl more your thing?"
"I - I don't think that's really appro-" Holly began, but Skeeter interrupted her.
"Or both maybe - that would fit your daring rebel image, wouldn't it? And you are a Quidditch player... you know what they say about the Harpies," Skeeter said, and Holly blushed deeply. She did know what people said about the Holyhead Harpies, and about Gryffindor's chasers.
Before Holly could respond, the door of the broom cupboard was pulled open. Dumbledore, Olivander - the wandmaker - and the other Headmasters were standing there.
"A pleasant surprise to see you, Dumbledore. How are you - I hope you saw my piece on the ICW conference this summer?" Skeeter said, as her quill and parchment seemed to vanish back into her handbag at great speed.
"Enchantingly nasty as always, Rita. Now, if you will release Miss Potter, we have a ceremony to attend?" Dumbledore asked.
Holly felt like she'd just been saved from something, though she wasn't sure what it was. Still feeling a little windswept, she followed the others back into the classroom.
Holly gave Hedwig an owl treat and then finished tying her letter to Sirius to Hedwig's leg. Her owl hooted at her, nuzzled her hand a little, and leapt into the air.
"You guys didn't need to come with me," Holly said to Ron and Ginny, who had made the early morning walk to the Owlery with her.
"Three Hufflepuffs tried to hex you on the way here mate, and some of them were pretty nasty," Ron said.
"I can handle schoolyard jinxes. But that was a nice deflection on the last one, Ron," Holly said. Ron blushed a little and looked awkward.
"Well, it wasn't very sporting of Ernie Macmillan to try and get you in the back, was it," Ron said, as the three of them walked down from the owlery.
"Think you're some kind of hero, Potter? Always trying to get in the news... what's with the weasel - is he your boyfriend or something?" Thomas Avery, a burly seventh year, said. He had a few other older Slytherins with him, and the corridor was deserted. Holly gripped her wand in her pocket.
"Ron's not my boyfriend. What's your problem, Avery? Didn't you call Diggory an obnoxious little twerp just last week - now you're his biggest fan?" Holly replied.
"This isn't about the Tournament, you little psycho," Avery said, taking his wand from his pocket. His friends did the same.
"Then what is it about, Avery, or are you just that eager to get yourself hexed?" Holly asked. Ron had his wand out now too and was looking around at the number of older Slytherins backing Avery up nervously.
"Holly, mate..." Ron said, putting a hand on her arm.
"You know what you did," Avery said, and Holly realised for the first time just how angry he was. He wasn't shouting or screaming, but behind his eyes was a cold, dangerous rage.
"I really don't. I'm going to be honest with you Avery - I've never so much as thought about you before today," Holly said. Then she saw it.
Before one of Avery's friends could complete the wand motion for his silent hex, Holly cast a nonverbal disarming charm and plucked his wand out of the air. He went stumbling backwards from the force of the spell, and Holly whirled around to deflect Avery's instant scalping hex. The bolt of red light bounced off of her shield charm and hit another of his friends.
The long-haired Slytherin girl shrieked as all her hair started to fall out, but Avery ignored her and fired off a cutting charm at Holly. Ron deflected it and started firing stunners at Avery.
"This doesn't concern you, Weasley! ON account of your blood, I'll let you leave if you know what's good for you," Avery snarled.
"You've got another thing coming if you think I'm going to let you hurt my friend! Stupefy!" Ron said.
Holly deflected another hex from Avery, stunned the now bald Slytherin girl, and turned her wand back on Avery. He had only two people still up fighting with him now, and they both looked very nervous. Avery was struggling to hold back tears. Holly felt... something, and instinctively she knew what he was going to cast.
Before she could even begin to move, ropes coiled around Avery and his two remaining companions. Holly heard the distinctive, discordant gait of Mad-Eye Moody come round the corner. How, she wondered, hadn't she heard him sooner.
"You're damn lucky I report to Dumbledore and not the Minister, now, boy. Otherwise, you'd have a cell waiting for you. Dumbledore on the other hand has some damn fool notion about redemption and grief," Moody said, putting his wand away.
Avery started to cry, and Holly felt like she had done something wrong. What had she done to this boy she'd never so much as talked to before?
"Potter-" Avery began, but Moody didn't let him talk.
"Potter didn't kill your father, brat. His own out of control curse did that... a curse he was using to terrorise and kill innocents, mind you," Moody said. Holly finally understood, and she felt sick. Was Thomas Avery the son of the Death Eater she'd killed with his own Fiendfyre?
"Let's get going, Holly," Ron said, and she made a noise of agreement numbly. She couldn't get the sight of Thomas Avery's crying face out of her mind all day, and she wandered around as if she was in a daze.
Just before dinner, Holly was alone on the bridge. She didn't feel all that hungry, and she didn't want to face the adoration of her house or the hatred of the rest of the school all that much.
"It's a lovely view, Potter," Moody said, and Holly whirled around. How had he snuck up on her like that?
"How do you keep sneaking up on me with that leg?" Holly asked.
"Simple silencing charming on my feet, lass. Are you alright?" Moody asked.
"I'm fine. Just not particularly hungry," she said.
"That's crap, Potter. Thinking about Avery?" Moody asked. She didn't respond, but she didn't need to. "You know, I could tell you things about his father that'd send you running to the hills. But you already knew he was a murderous bastard," Moody said.
"I didn't need to kill him," Holly said, very quietly.
"Maybe. But he'd already escaped justice once," Moody said.
"I - that doesn't make it easier to look at his son," Holly said.
"I don't have an easy answer, Potter. But if you want to talk..." Moody said. The sun began to touch the horizon, throwing orange light across the bridge.
"I think I'm good, professor. For now, anyway," Holly said, and she headed back into the castle. Her friends would be worried if she missed dinner.
The next few days were rough for Holly. It seemed that everyone other than the Gryffindors was firmly on the side of her having put her name in. The Slytherins hated her, of course, but the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were unusually vicious towards her. The only Ravenclaw who was so much as polite to Holly was Luna Lovegood, who told Holly that she believed her about someone else entering her name into the Goblet of Fire.
Ministry Aurors arrived on Tuesday, casting forensic spells all over the Goblet and conducting interviews. Nobody talked to Holly about what they'd found, but other than confirming that she hadn't put her name into the Goblet, she was sure they hadn't found much. Even her suspicions weren't all that strong - Karkaroff was probably just putting Krum's name in, and Dumont had a legitimate reason to have been there too.
Holly could hardly accuse her of being a dark witch in league with Voldemort on the basis of her eye colour and accent. Yellow eyes were unusual, but Dumont wasn't even the only teacher at Hogwarts with them - Madam Hooch's eyes were just as vivid.
Outside of double potions, Pansy Parkinson started to hand out badges proclaiming Cedric Diggory to be the real Hogwarts champion. They changed between that and saying 'Potter Stinks', which Holly thought was a low water mark for Pansy's barbs.
"Like them, Potter?" Pansy asked, clearly trying and failing to stop herself from cackling.
"Oh, very clever Pansy. Did you write those insults yourself, or did you get Crabbe and Goyle to handle that part for you?" Hermione said.
"Want one, Granger? I'll have to throw it to you, though. Don't want to get mudblood slime all over me," Pansy said, waving one of the badges at Hermione.
"Leave it, Pansy," Draco said, worriedly.
"What, Draco, but -" Pansy said, but he said something to her in a low voice and she went white. Holly was about to say something, but Snape arrived around the corner, his black cloak flapping as though a strong wind was blowing.
"Miss Parkinson, kindly keep your... badge making activities confined to non-class time. Potter, you're wanted on the fifth floor. Tournament business," Snape said, the most wors he'd spoken to Holly in a year. She blinked, a little unsure of what had just happened.
"Well? Get on with it," Snape said, and Holly left her things with Hermione and headed up to the fifth floor. There was a small sign on the exit from the Grand Staircase, saying "Weighing of the Wands This Way". Holly thought that was probably where she needed to go, so she followed the chain of signs into a classroom she'd never been in before.
All the other champions were there, along with Ludo Bagman, though not Mrs Hull As well as Bagman, a witch Holly had never seen in person was there along with a man holding a camera.. Rita Skeeter, wearing bright green robes, was standing with the other adults with a bored expression on her face.
"Ah, there she is! In you come, Holly - just the wand weighing ceremony, nothing to worry about," Bagman said, as he led Holly over to the other champions.
"Wand weighing?" Holly asked, confused.
"Oh, the expert's up with Dumbledore now. Just to check that your wand is in good working order, a little photo shoot for the press..." Bagman said.
"On that topic, my dear Ludo, might I borrow our youngest champion - add a little colour, you know," Skeeter said, putting her hands on Holly's shoulders.
"Oh, we should have plenty of time - if Holly has no objections, of course," Bagman said.
"I guess that's fine?" Holly said, not really sure of her answer.
"Good, follow me, dearie," Skeeter said, steering Holly into a nearby broom cupboard. She sat down opposite Holly, putting her snakeskin handbag down and retrieving a lime-green quill and a piece of parchment from it. "Don't mind me using a quick quotes quill?" Skeeter asked.
"That's alright, Ms Skeeter," Holly said. She was unsure how to talk to the magical reporter, so she defaulted to politeness.
"Oh, do call me Rita dear. Ms Skeeter was my mother!" Skeeter said. Holly saw the lime green quill write something on the parchment, which Rita tore off. "So, Holly, rumours are swirling - did you really enter your name in the goblet?" Skeeter asked.
"I didn't put my name in, as I'm sure the Aurors who came and investigated would be happy to tell you," Holly said.
"Well, you wouldn't have bungled it and had your name come out twice, would you! Order of Merlin at thirteen, your heroics in confronting dark wizards - do you think you're more qualified than Dingby to be the Hogwarts Champion?" Skeeter asked Holly, the quill writing rapidly out of Holly's sight.
"It's Diggory Ms - Rita. And Cedric's who the Goblet chose to be Hogwarts's champion. Whoever entered me did so under a different school... two different schools," Holly said.
"Oh, you wouldn't want to say a word against him, of course. He's quite the handsome lad, isn't he - is there a romance brewing amongst the champions?" Skeeter said.
"There's - there's nothing going on between me and Cedric," Holly said, blushing. Not, she thought, that she would mind if there was.
"You're quite the unusual witch, so excuse me if this is an insensitive question... but do you like handsome strapping lads like Diggleby, or are buxom vixens like the part-veela girl more your thing?"
"I - I don't think that's really appro-" Holly began, but Skeeter interrupted her.
"Or both maybe - that would fit your daring rebel image, wouldn't it? And you are a Quidditch player... you know what they say about the Harpies," Skeeter said, and Holly blushed deeply. She did know what people said about the Holyhead Harpies, and about Gryffindor's chasers.
Before Holly could respond, the door of the broom cupboard was pulled open. Dumbledore, Olivander - the wandmaker - and the other Headmasters were standing there.
"A pleasant surprise to see you, Dumbledore. How are you - I hope you saw my piece on the ICW conference this summer?" Skeeter said, as her quill and parchment seemed to vanish back into her handbag at great speed.
"Enchantingly nasty as always, Rita. Now, if you will release Miss Potter, we have a ceremony to attend?" Dumbledore asked.
Holly felt like she'd just been saved from something, though she wasn't sure what it was. Still feeling a little windswept, she followed the others back into the classroom.
oh no, in her big form Skeeter's going to hear about Avery Sr
With the given baseline of how bad GoF went OTL, the only way it could get more humiliating for Holly is if Petunia rocks up to publicly bitch at Snape
With the given baseline of how bad GoF went OTL, the only way it could get more humiliating for Holly is if Petunia rocks up to publicly bitch at Snape
In fairness, Junior was A) profoundly disturbed by proximity to fellow death eaters, the dementors and then over a decade under imperious curse + elvish equivalent and B) working off behaviour/memories/info Voldemort had probably ripped out of Moody's mind, cruciatus by cruciatus
NSMS
Probably evil, unfortunately.
- Location
- A rapidly widening tear in the fabric of reality
...okay, what's going on with Draco? Has he gotten a blow-by-blow account of Holly's fight at the world cup from his father, or something?
I'm also curious if the results of the auror investigation are going be released to the general public and/or the school population. Because if they are, I imagine quite a few of Holly's classmates will be left feeling like idiots- or possibly just double down and assume Holly somehow bribed the aurors.
I'm also curious if the results of the auror investigation are going be released to the general public and/or the school population. Because if they are, I imagine quite a few of Holly's classmates will be left feeling like idiots- or possibly just double down and assume Holly somehow bribed the aurors.
Great Greedy Guts
Ceterum censeo Vigilam esse delendam.
Possible, but it's also a bigger crowd and Avery Sr died "for the cause" even if only recently. Crouch hated Malfoy in part for lying to dodge Azkaban and not continuing the fight, IIRC.
Aurora Raven
(Verified Bird)
- Location
- Surrey, UK
- Pronouns
- She/Her
For someone unprepared, Holly didn't give Rita any bad answers or damaging sound bites.
- Location
- Earth, probably.
- Pronouns
- None/Any
Something seemed off about him when Holly's name got pulled, so he might know about the Cup or he might know something related to the Goblet. Though, given that Pansy was talking to Hermione, I believe that she may have done something to intimated Draco.
Sandy River DL
(Verified Destroyer Leader)
- Location
- Lake Michigan
- Pronouns
- Her/She
Well, neither did her canon counterpart. Rita's just very good at getting them in anyways.
JennyDracos
Eccentric Hugging Lady
- Location
- Chicago
It went off sometime between when he lorded it over Holly and the others about what was going to come - at which point he was looking forward to facing her in the duels - and her name getting pulled. In fact, it went off before her name got placed. I'm getting the feeling he knew Kreacher was putting her name in the Goblet - and more about why than he wants to know.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Well. Holly did blush quite a bit whilst saying there was nothing go on between her and Cedric. You just need to really exacerbate that in the article:
And then you just throw in a really clickbait title about it... "Does Potter Have a Secret Lover?" Fill the article with meaningless fluff that doesn't relate to the title, grab a few images of Holly blushing or wizardshop one together and voila, your audience now reads it and makes up their minds even though it just isn't true.
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Dreamlord
Norse Pettifogger
- Location
- Hogwarts
And that's only if she cares about journalistic integrity. In canon, she clearly doesn't. She just makes things up whole cloth. I don't know why she even bothers to hold interviews.
She may have a self image as a Real Journalist, and so goes through the motions in ways like that to keep up the pretense to herself. And then makes stuff up anyway, but hypocrisy never stopped people like that.
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Thank you so much for writing this story with a trans protagonist. It's lovely to see trans folk being represented in fiction.
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Notably, she actually manages to dig up a bunch of stuff about Dumbledore for her book on him, so she is clearly capable of doing real journalism.
She just doesn't want to.
Epsilon Rose
The King of Unrest
It's worth noting that the political climate, in regards to Holly, seems quite different in this fic. Critically, the Ministry is doing more to support her and she's gotten much more positive recognition for her deeds. As such, Skeeter's incentives might push her towards more flattering pieces or a different type of scandal. Of course, what she thinks is flattering and what Holly does are likely to be two very different things.
Hoyden
Hugbot v0.28
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- UK
Not quite what comes to mind for an Instant scalping hex, unless it's also doing something more than just shaving the targets head.
Scalping is a nasty thing to do to a live person, and very messy, head wounds bleed a lot.
- Location
- The great frozen north
Rita Skeeter's obnoxious, unsurprisingly. But after being a long-time reader of Harry And The Shipgirls, it feels a little weird to see a Rita that is not morally bankrupt.
"wors"? Googling that only gives me some types of sausages, did you maybe misspell something?
I feel that what Rita is implied to have done to Bathilda Bagshot qualifies her for moral bankruptcy
- Location
- Ylisse
Most of the time it's to make her look more reliable, she twists the context, but uses things they actually said, so it's easier for her to seem believable.
NSMS
Probably evil, unfortunately.
- Location
- A rapidly widening tear in the fabric of reality
Though she doesn't just use what people have said; if it makes for a more 'interesting' story she's perfectly willing to make up quotes and invent reactions wholecloth. She does need the interview so she can claim it happened though.
"words", I expect. Snape's gone from harassing her to barely saying anything to her.