Sekrit Adventures of Rita's Quick-Quotes Quill
- By a Slightly Frazzled Dragon

As it snuggled farther down in Rita's oversized handbag, the Quick-Quotes Quill decided that it rather liked its new role of second-feather to the flashy peacock-feathered shaft that Rita Skeeter had been using as of late. For one thing, it rarely had to react when Rita went rummaging in her bag. Only when the scoop was a particularly juicy one did she use her Summoning Charm for the special touch only her faithful Quick-Quotes Quill could give an article. This meant that the Quill was free to resume its favorite obsession: enhancing the droning voice that so often came to it.

Therefore, it missed all the signs of Rita's excitement about an impending in-depth interview with the inventor of the latest craze among the youth - something called a "Yomping Yo-Yo" that apparently attempted to attack its handler unless twirled with enough precision that it became disoriented. Instead, the Quill was busy transcribing yet another whispered scene.

"Whatever you've heard from ron is a big fat lie," said Jenny calmly, meaning forward to take a small pink part of the shelf. "What's this?"

"Guaranteed 10 second temple vanished," said Fred. "Excellent on everything from Boyles to blackheads, but don't change the subject. Are you or are you not currently going out with a boy called in Thomas?"

"Yes, I am," a genie. "And last time I looked, she was definitely one boy, not five. What are those?"

She was pointing at the number rumbles of fluff and shades of pink and purple, willing around the bottom of the cage in the meeting high-pitched weeks.

"Pickney pops," a George. "I Nietzsche pumpkins, we can print them fast enough. So what about Mikal corner?"

"I dumped him, he was a bad loser," to Jenny, putting a finger through the bars of the cage and watching the pick me pops crowd around it. "They're really cute!"

"The tally cuddly, yes, "conceded read. "But you're moving to boyfriends bit fast talk to?"

Do you need tend to look at him, her hands on her hips. It was such a Mrs. Weasley at Claire on her face that he was surprised I didn't recoil.

"Accio Quill!"

In dismay, the Quick-Quotes Quill felt the sharp tug of the spell on its plume just as it placed the full stop on the parchment of the notebook. The tip of Rita's wand was just barely visible at the top of the bag, and the Quill did something it had never done before. It shook several wispy strands of feather loose enough to twist them around a nearby decorative stud, anchoring itself to the very bottom of the bag. It was just barely enough to counteract the magic, but the Quill was determined and the wand abruptly vanished. Instead, Rita's questing fingers fastened upon the Peacock Quill and the bag shut again with a snap. Gingerly, the Quick-Quotes Quill untangled itself and got back to work.

Ron drop several boxes, school, made a feed him just a friend that was unfortunately spotted by Mrs. Weasley, who had chosen that moment to appear.

"If I see you do that kennel jinx your fingers to go to," she said sharply.

"Mom, can I have a pig me posted?" So Jenny at once.

"What?" Send Mrs. Weasley were early.

"Look, they're so sweet..."

Mrs. Weasley move decide to look at the pick me pops, and Harry, ron, and Hermione momentarily had an unpaid it for you I'll just the window.

"Oh, fuss and bother," Rita muttered, plunging her hand in the bag one more time. "I am certain I packed my best Quick-Quotes Quill. It must be wedged against something. Where are you, my darling? I need you!"

Caught completely off-guard by this second foray, the Quill barely had time to retract its ink and flip the notebook shut before it was carted off to discover the secrets and tragedies of Jan Jorksen, the Yomping Yo-Yo inventor. It could only hope that it would learn more about pick me pops upon its return.