Post by Ashlyn Swallow G5 on Jul 31, 2020 16:36:13 GMT -5
The gossip column enjoys writing about them, which is unsurprising but probably a little bit pathetic if one thinks about it too much - they're attractive and they move in social circles where attention is expected, if not outright encouraged, but they're teenagers being exploited by adults for the entertainment of other adults and teenagers. If it wasn’t so useful and easily manipulated in their favour, they would probably do something about it.
Lita thinks she was maybe twelve years old the first time her name was featured in the Rumour Has It column, some ridiculous piece speculating about the nature of her relationship with Rister. She’s been in countless others since then, of course. Her best friend is wealthy and handsome, with handsome brothers and graceful, beautiful sisters. Lita is pretty and she was from a decent enough family before they disowned her for falling in love but she isn't from the same social circle as Rister and his family; the gossip columns wouldn’t see any profit in printing her name if not for the family who took her in as their own. It amuses her, truth be told, because her name is linked to so many boys and men in tantalising, borderline scandalous articles but not once do they ever come even slightly close to the truth. She’s been rumoured to have dated each of the Graas brothers in turn over the years so she's grown accustomed to taking it in stride, even if she does have to send the occasional scathing letter when the journalists grow too bold in their flagrant disregard for the truth. Ashlyn, bless her, is not quite so easygoing and her scowl grows only more pronounced when Lita's grin breaks into muffled laughter.
“This isn't funny,” Ashlyn hisses at her across the table, and snarls at Damon when he attempts to soothe her. Lita disagrees, actually, but she at least tries to get control of her laughter by lowering her gaze to contemplate her breakfast. Oh, she’s so glad that she's sitting far away enough that the blonde can't reach her with a well-placed kick, although she does shuffle slightly further away just in case. Breakfast at the Ravenclaw table isn’t usually this entertaining. “This is slander,” she splutters after a moment, cheeks burning red with fury and embarrassment. “I can’t believe they’re allowed to print outrageous speculation like this.”
Lita lifts one shoulder in a lazy shrug, rolling her eyes at Rister when he tips a slice of buttered toast on her plate. He knows full well that she doesn’t really eat breakfast but they both know she’ll eat it, albeit with bad grace, because he won’t stop with his disapproving expression until she does. “Libel, technically,” she corrects blithely, “and you get used to it. It is quite impressive that they linked you to Damon, his brothers, and two men that I think may be cousins of some sort all in one article though. I'm almost offended that I’ve been so callously excluded from your list of conquests,” she teases with a smirk that only makes the blonde even more irritated. “Am I not pretty enough, Ashlyn? Why aren’t you taking me on romantic excursions to Italy and wooing me with a candlelit dinner or sneaking into the Ravenclaw Tower to deflower me? I thought we had something special.”
Lita thinks she was maybe twelve years old the first time her name was featured in the Rumour Has It column, some ridiculous piece speculating about the nature of her relationship with Rister. She’s been in countless others since then, of course. Her best friend is wealthy and handsome, with handsome brothers and graceful, beautiful sisters. Lita is pretty and she was from a decent enough family before they disowned her for falling in love but she isn't from the same social circle as Rister and his family; the gossip columns wouldn’t see any profit in printing her name if not for the family who took her in as their own. It amuses her, truth be told, because her name is linked to so many boys and men in tantalising, borderline scandalous articles but not once do they ever come even slightly close to the truth. She’s been rumoured to have dated each of the Graas brothers in turn over the years so she's grown accustomed to taking it in stride, even if she does have to send the occasional scathing letter when the journalists grow too bold in their flagrant disregard for the truth. Ashlyn, bless her, is not quite so easygoing and her scowl grows only more pronounced when Lita's grin breaks into muffled laughter.
“This isn't funny,” Ashlyn hisses at her across the table, and snarls at Damon when he attempts to soothe her. Lita disagrees, actually, but she at least tries to get control of her laughter by lowering her gaze to contemplate her breakfast. Oh, she’s so glad that she's sitting far away enough that the blonde can't reach her with a well-placed kick, although she does shuffle slightly further away just in case. Breakfast at the Ravenclaw table isn’t usually this entertaining. “This is slander,” she splutters after a moment, cheeks burning red with fury and embarrassment. “I can’t believe they’re allowed to print outrageous speculation like this.”
Lita lifts one shoulder in a lazy shrug, rolling her eyes at Rister when he tips a slice of buttered toast on her plate. He knows full well that she doesn’t really eat breakfast but they both know she’ll eat it, albeit with bad grace, because he won’t stop with his disapproving expression until she does. “Libel, technically,” she corrects blithely, “and you get used to it. It is quite impressive that they linked you to Damon, his brothers, and two men that I think may be cousins of some sort all in one article though. I'm almost offended that I’ve been so callously excluded from your list of conquests,” she teases with a smirk that only makes the blonde even more irritated. “Am I not pretty enough, Ashlyn? Why aren’t you taking me on romantic excursions to Italy and wooing me with a candlelit dinner or sneaking into the Ravenclaw Tower to deflower me? I thought we had something special.”