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It
was
a
broom
cupboard
.
Harry
stared
at
her
.
"
Come
along
,
dear
-
that
's
right
-
lovely
,
"
said
Rita
Skeeter
again
,
perching
herself
precariously
upon
an
upturned
bucket
,
pushing
Harry
down
onto
a
cardboard
box
,
and
closing
the
door
,
throwing
them
into
darkness
.
"
Let
's
see
now
...
"
She
unsnapped
her
crocodile-skin
handbag
and
pulled
out
a
handful
of
candles
,
which
she
lit
with
a
wave
of
her
wand
and
magicked
into
midair
,
so
that
they
could
see
what
they
were
doing
.
"
You
wo
n't
mind
,
Harry
,
if
I
use
a
Quick-Quotes
Quill
?
It
leaves
me
free
to
talk
to
you
normally
...
"
"
A
what
?
"
said
Harry
.
Rita
Skeeter
's
smile
widened
.
Harry
counted
three
gold
teeth
.
She
reached
again
into
her
crocodile
bag
and
drew
out
a
long
acid-green
quill
and
a
roll
of
parchment
,
which
she
stretched
out
between
them
on
a
crate
of
Mrs.
Skower
's
All-Purpose
Magical
Mess
Remover
.
She
put
the
tip
of
the
green
quill
into
her
mouth
,
sucked
it
for
a
moment
with
apparent
relish
,
then
placed
it
upright
on
the
parchment
,
where
it
stood
balanced
on
its
point
,
quivering
slightly
.
"
Testing
...
my
name
is
Rita
Skeeter
,
Daily
Prophet
reporter
.
"
Harry
hooked
down
quickly
at
the
quill
.
The
moment
Rita
Skeeter
had
spoken
,
the
green
quill
had
started
to
scribble
,
skidding
across
the
parchment
:
Attractive
blonde
Rita
Skeeter
,
forty-three
,
who
's
savage
quill
has
punctured
many
inflated
reputations
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