http://imanaturalblond.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] imanaturalblond.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2006-04-07 05:58 pm
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Journalism 101/201 (Friday, April 7 - 7th period)

Rita was nearly asleep behind her desk.

"Erm. You may all ask me one question of the who/what/where/when/why/how sort, and then write a short article based on the information," she said, eyes shut.

Re: Sign in

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
Peter signed in like a signing thing. Such as a sign.
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Re: Sign in

[personal profile] sooo_cute 2006-04-08 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Quinn signs in.

Re: Talk amongst yourselves

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
Peter was trying to give a damn about being in class. Since Government was cancelled, this was his only actual class today. 7th period. Yeah, caring was tough.

Re: Ask Rita a question

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Who was your biggest inspiration when you were an up-and-coming reporter?" Peter asked curiously.

Re: Ask Rita a question

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Very interesting, professor," Peter said. He wrote down The Rita Skeeter we know was created out of thin air. LIKE MAGIC!

There. He was done for the day.
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Re: Ask Rita a question

[personal profile] sooo_cute 2006-04-08 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
"How did you meet Mr. Skeeter?" asks Quinn.
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Re: Ask Rita a question

[personal profile] sooo_cute 2006-04-08 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Was it love at first sight?"
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Re: Ask Rita a question

[personal profile] sooo_cute 2006-04-08 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"And you've loved each other ever since? Aw, how romantic! Where was your first date?"
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Re: Ask Rita a question

[personal profile] sooo_cute 2006-04-08 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
"EEEEEEEEEW, Hogs?"
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Re: Ask Rita a question

[personal profile] sooo_cute 2006-04-08 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
"So how'd he ask you out?"
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Re: Ask Rita a question

[personal profile] sooo_cute 2006-04-08 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
"But how? Did he do it in public, in front of all your friends, or was it like this cute little romantic thing?"
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Re: Ask Rita a question

[personal profile] sooo_cute 2006-04-08 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
"How'd he ask? Do you remember the words he used?"
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Re: Ask Rita a question

[personal profile] sooo_cute 2006-04-08 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Why not?"
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Re: Ask Rita a question

[personal profile] sooo_cute 2006-04-08 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay. Fine. What did you do on your date? He didn't try any funny business, did he? Because that's not cool right off the bat."
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Re: Ask Rita a question

[personal profile] sooo_cute 2006-04-08 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Sounds sweet. What's butterbeer? Is it alcoholic? Because drunks on first dates are not cute."
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Re: Ask Rita a question

[personal profile] sooo_cute 2006-04-08 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, what is it? Is it buttery?"
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Re: Ask Rita a question

[personal profile] sooo_cute 2006-04-08 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
Quinn makes a note of that, writing "Dirty?" next to it. "Was it a good date? What did you talk about? What did you wear?"
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Re: Ask Rita a question

[personal profile] sooo_cute 2006-04-08 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
Quinn's jaw dropped. "You don't remember what you wore?"
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Re: Ask Rita a question

[personal profile] sooo_cute 2006-04-08 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay, perfect," she says, though she's not sure about the gray and green together. It really all depends on the shades of gray and green. "Did he ask you out again at the end of the date?"
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Re: Ask Rita a question

[personal profile] sooo_cute 2006-04-08 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
Quinn's not about to push her look and get turned into something icky like a newt. "You're so cool, thanks!" she chirps, and begins elaborating a little in her notes.

She just decided Wilbur drove a Beemer.