"Now where did my acid-green ink go?" Rita Skeeter stuck one perfectly manicured hand into her favorite handbag, brushing aside the non-ink components fretfully as they presented themselves for inspection. Her Quick-Quotes Quill, who had been refilling at the time, hurriedly extracted itself from the bottle and nudged the cork back into place just as Rita's groping fingers closed triumphantly around the prized container's distinctive edges.
"There you are!" she crowed happily. "it's Slytherin Pride month, and what better way to celebrate than with you, my precious. All my quills will drink from your cup!"
Snatching the first quill that came to hand - thankfully, not the Quick-Quotes one - Rita snapped her bag shut decisively. In the sudden peace and quiet, the Quill edged itself back over to the latest notebook it had been using on its own, hoping to get some work done before Rita pressed it into service once more.
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"I wouldn't bank on an invitation," has been. "He asked me about nights father when I first arrive. They used to be old friends, apparently, but when he already been cut at the ministry he didn't look happy, and not didn't get an invitation, did he? I don't think so Quinn is interested in the theaters."
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"Well, who cares what he's interested in? What is he, when you come down to it? Just some stupid teacher." My for you and ostentatiously. "I mean, I may not even be at Hogwarts next year, what's it matter to me if some fat old has been at likes me or not?"
She reached into her bag once more, plucked the Quill out by the tip of its feather, and clutched it triumphantly. "Oh, the places we'll go," she crowed as she snapped her bag shut once more. "It's only the best for the Slytherin Pride reunion. Let's see what juicy tidbits we can whip up together, shall we?"
Question 1: Which chapter and book is the Quill attempting to quote from in this column?
Question 2: What other books or passages would you would like to have the Quill attempt to recreate?