RP: Bear in a Cage
Date: December 27, 1999.
Characters: Rita Skeeter, Fergus Mitchell [NPC]
Location: Holding cells, Ministry of Magic
Status: Private
Summary: Rita gets a moment alone with Fergus.
Completion: Incomplete
What a perfect antidote to Christmas cheer, descending into the bowels of the Ministry on the day after Boxing Day. Rita found it quite refreshing. Two days of roast and pudding and her niece and nephew playing bright, loud, flashing games on their Playstation (some of which Rita had bought them, Merlin help her) was enough to give anyone a taste for the darker side of human existence.
And that was a good attitude to be going in with, Rita thought. If she was going to get this Fergus to talk, she'd have to appear to be on his side - to want to understand, to want to get his side of the story out to the public (and the members of the Wizengamot) before his formal trial. From what Gawain had told her after he'd pulled some strings to get her in here, Mitchell had already been charged with two crimes and was awaiting trial. From what Gawain had said, there hadn't been enough evidence to pin the two earlier attacks on him, but they were fairly certain he'd committed all four crimes. Part of what had persuaded Gawain to get her in here was the possibility that Fergus might admit to the other two crimes. It wouldn't be a formal confession if he did, obviously, but everything he said to her was going to be recorded and end up in the paper.
Rita was subjected to a number of checks before she went in. Bag, quill and notebook, a quick wandscan for anything she might have hidden. She was asked to surrender her wand (we cannot allow him access to a potential weapon) but told they would be under observation the entire time and that she would be completely safe.
"I'm not afraid of him," Rita smiled, arching a brow at the stern-faced Hitwizard. "He's never had the balls to attack in daylight before, has he?"
The Hitwizard looked like he wanted to say something - a warning, perhaps - but Rita held his gaze a moment and he seemed to think better of it. Yes. Good. It didn't do anyone much good to underestimate her.
The door closed quietly behind her as she entered the interview room. She heard the click of the lock, and took a moment to take in the appearance of this man who'd caused Crispin Wright, George Weasley and undoubtedly others so much pain. He wasn't much to look at, really. Big, but that was about it. Chubby, scowling and unshaven.
"Mr Mitchell," Rita said. "Do you know who I am?"
Characters: Rita Skeeter, Fergus Mitchell [NPC]
Location: Holding cells, Ministry of Magic
Status: Private
Summary: Rita gets a moment alone with Fergus.
Completion: Incomplete
What a perfect antidote to Christmas cheer, descending into the bowels of the Ministry on the day after Boxing Day. Rita found it quite refreshing. Two days of roast and pudding and her niece and nephew playing bright, loud, flashing games on their Playstation (some of which Rita had bought them, Merlin help her) was enough to give anyone a taste for the darker side of human existence.
And that was a good attitude to be going in with, Rita thought. If she was going to get this Fergus to talk, she'd have to appear to be on his side - to want to understand, to want to get his side of the story out to the public (and the members of the Wizengamot) before his formal trial. From what Gawain had told her after he'd pulled some strings to get her in here, Mitchell had already been charged with two crimes and was awaiting trial. From what Gawain had said, there hadn't been enough evidence to pin the two earlier attacks on him, but they were fairly certain he'd committed all four crimes. Part of what had persuaded Gawain to get her in here was the possibility that Fergus might admit to the other two crimes. It wouldn't be a formal confession if he did, obviously, but everything he said to her was going to be recorded and end up in the paper.
Rita was subjected to a number of checks before she went in. Bag, quill and notebook, a quick wandscan for anything she might have hidden. She was asked to surrender her wand (we cannot allow him access to a potential weapon) but told they would be under observation the entire time and that she would be completely safe.
"I'm not afraid of him," Rita smiled, arching a brow at the stern-faced Hitwizard. "He's never had the balls to attack in daylight before, has he?"
The Hitwizard looked like he wanted to say something - a warning, perhaps - but Rita held his gaze a moment and he seemed to think better of it. Yes. Good. It didn't do anyone much good to underestimate her.
The door closed quietly behind her as she entered the interview room. She heard the click of the lock, and took a moment to take in the appearance of this man who'd caused Crispin Wright, George Weasley and undoubtedly others so much pain. He wasn't much to look at, really. Big, but that was about it. Chubby, scowling and unshaven.
"Mr Mitchell," Rita said. "Do you know who I am?"