caught dead || [TIERNACH]

Her eyes lit up when he said that he had quite the scoop - she was always a sucker for gossip and upsets, after all, it was how she had made her living and kept her mind busily occupied. His busy fingertips traced up her leg and Raven raised both of her eyebrows in surprise. He had always been good for entertainment, if nothing else. She flexed her ankle back and forth as he rolled his fingertips back down her skin and then retreated back behind his desk, “Mmm the Queen of Gossip; rather like the sound of that,” She breathed and then placed her fingertips on her stomach, “How did you know, I’m both pregnant and dying of dragon pox, simultaneously. Run that and we’ll both be looking for different jobs, I assure you.” She rolled her eyes, “It’s a boring month at my desk, most people want drama and all I’ve got is petty office gossip. Vance from the Quidditch Correspondence office is screwing Meg from Daily. I really need to get out more.” She pushed her hair behind her shoulder and winked.

“In all honesty, you’re my least favorite person in this department, you know that?” She joked as he insisted on mildly insulting her own column, “Black and Lestrange, old news. C’mon we’re losing it, what happened to that pair of on-top-of it reporters that couldn’t get enough of each other when they were first hired? Such passion for our work, now we’re chatting about Vance and Meg; despicable.” Raven cooed back as she pushed her legs off of the desk and peered over his workspace. Notes, quills, ink wells, and a surprisingly colorful piece of something.

The red-head picked up the comic book and raised both of her eyebrows, flipping through a couple of the pages with intrigue, at least until Vaisey crossed his lips. Raven felt the fire before she realized that she had slammed his comic back onto his desk, “What’s wrong with wanting to demolish the career of one Desdemona, hmm? Have you met her? It’s like talking to a brick wall that doesn’t know that she’s a brick wall. She's such a dumb-” But he was right, if she could write an exploitative piece on anyone, who would it be? “Dumbledore. Definitely Dumbledore.” She answered. It wasn’t that she didn’t respect the man, it was just that everyone thought he was so perfect. What she wouldn’t give to see him fall down a few steps and have to climb his way back up just like the rest of them.

Leaning over, she grabbed a few chocolates from the desk adjacent to Tier’s and popped into her mouth before offering him a knowing-smile, “Look, I actually have a favor to ask you. You’re special correspondence and I know it’s not normally your cup-of-tea, but I want you to cover the wedding. Write about it, spin it, make us international celebrities. Or villains, you know-” She paused and popped another one of the chocolates between her lips, “Whatever it is that you’re good at. Normally I'd do it myself, but seeing as one red-headed gossip columnist is going to be walking down the aisle, I'd rather not mix business with pleasure.”

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NOTES; Well, they're fun :}

Raven tried to hide the laughter that threatened to bubble over from her lips - Tier always knew exactly what to say. In all honesty, he was probably right. She was more likely to be impregnated by a Thestral than her darling fiancé Rian Lewis. She was pretty sure neither of them even wanted kids. It wasn’t a conversation that they had ever had together, but there was just this unspoken understanding between them. They were young, they were gorgeous, and they were getting married because they were in love...not because they wanted little carbon copies of themselves running around chasing after them, “Neither, I plan on living forever and ruling the world as the Prophet’s one and only gossip columnist. Where would we be without my scathing reviews of character?”

“Goblin relations?” Raven snickered ever so slightly and then rolled her eyes. They certainly had Tiernach out chasing a lot of horse-piss if you asked her. Surely there were things far more important than the Minister’s compromise with creature-relations. Then again, he was a special correspondence writer and they had the freedom to assign him to whichever topics they deemed worthy of reporting. She was just lucky she had the freedom to report on whatever gossip she wanted, “Sounds like an excuse to get you out of the office. Being fired, Tier?” She joked.

Looking over the top of the comic book, Raven could see him straightening his back, then, without fail, he took the book back and shoved it into a drawer. She chose not to say anything about it quite yet, but discovering his protectiveness for the muggle-comic was a note that she kept in the back of her mind. Raven was constantly documenting things about people, she never knew what she would need to call to mind at a second’s notice, “She’s just-” Raven laced her fingers between one another as she looked up, a mischievous look in her hazel eyes. She put her hands on his arm, trailing up his skin as she thought, “Desdemona Vaisey is a piece of trash. Rian dated her back in the day. There’s always that one ex that won’t let go of the past, you know?” She didn’t let go of his arm, tapping her fingertips against his skin. “But, that man is just too perfect. I’d love to get my hands onto something incriminating. That would be a column to kill for. Probably label me as the top gossip columnist the world has ever seen: Queen Raven Monroe. Gossip Goddess.”

“Mmhmm, but at least everyone loves me,” She said, putting another chocolate in her mouth as she raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to answer her inquiry. And of course, he took it the wrong way, “Play your words right and I might even feed you at the reception,” What he mentioned next - the wedding plans immediately brought back up the anxiety that she had been trying to hide. Of course, his mention of a last-minute fling seemed to ease a little bit of it. The fiery red-head pinched the bridge of her nose as she leaned forward, trying not to smile too much, “Who’d have thought Raven Monroe would be getting married?” She shook her head, “Date’s getting too close for comfort, invitations are being sent out. Do you want a plus-one? Unfortunately, you can’t take your excruciatingly gorgeous work-crush to the wedding considering she’s the bride.” Rave countered.

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Job Security was a powerful thing to have these days - basically Raghnall had the ability to do whatever he wanted without being snapped at by their editor. If only blackmail was something that he could share - Raven wouldn’t mind having the ability to go out and actually get something on Dumbledore and run it just to boost her column ratings. Raising both of her eyebrows, the red-head couldn’t help but lean in despite him assuring her that he wasn’t going to share, “Merlin, what do you have?” Her eyes were alight with the same sparkle they got when she was chasing a lead on a story. Even if it was the editor that they were talking about, Raven wouldn’t mind getting her hands on the same information that Tiernach himself had. Who knows...maybe one day she would run a story about him just to piss off the higher powers, “One day. Maybe we should just expose him now and you and I can claim the editor positions. I wouldn’t mind working alongside of you. Provided you don’t go snooping through my life for my own blackmail.” Winking she watched as he leaned back and she followed suit.

Raven shrugged her shoulders. For years, she had pretended that she was a pureblood during their schooling. She used to lash out at anyone that wasn’t just to fit in with the rest of her house. Truth be told, she was about as half-blood as it came. Her mother had slept with just about every muggle in the modeling industry when she was younger and merlin only knew who her real father was, “They’re all insane if you ask me. Sisters marrying cousins and this and that. Maybe Des will marry her brother and I’ll have an actual story to run about her. Incest at its finest: The Vaisey Chronicles.” But she did wonder if that was how it had been. Had Rian only been with Des because she was also a pureblood? Were they betrothed at one point? That was a very pureblood thing to do, “Don’t you group me with her unless you have a death wish.” She grinned and blew him a kiss from across the table.

“Would you like me to leave you a bowl of water, while I’m at it, sugar?” Raven countered and then shook her head. Tiernach had seen it, of that she was certain, but she was suddenly very glad that he had chosen to ignore the fact that she was wildly insane about this wedding. There were so many things that were left to do and she wasn’t even sure where to start. Luckily she had her best friends and fiance to help her out. And Tiernach for that matter, to keep her mind busy at work so she didn’t completely implode on herself, “Oh don’t pout, love, we’ll find you someone almost as good as me. I’m sure they’re out there somewhere. Zach Winchester’s Rian’s best man. And I’ve got Sloane and Charlie on my end. I’m sure one of them would be interested in you. After all, who wouldn’t want to shack up with the guy writing the wedding article. Maybe they think it’ll get them Prophet famous.” She winked. In reality, once people got to know Tier, they would be pleasantly surprised to find that behind that tough front that he put up, he was actually quite a funny man. He had a good sense of humor and Raven had always found him appealing.

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Raven grinned, “It would be incredible, wouldn’t it? You could run whatever stories you wanted without having to worry about goblin relations.” Shrugging her shoulders, it was certainly an idea that she would have to keep in mind. Maybe they could even start their own newspaper - with Tier and Raven at the helm, however, it would surely just be a slam of everyone that had ever wronged them. They both had the innate ability to draw up gossip and ‘proof,’ apparently, “Oh shush, sugar.” Rave bit down on her lip, “That was a few years ago, I’ve only gotten worse.” The mindless flirting felt good - especially since she knew it meant nothing.

“Just another day in the life,” She shrugged her shoulders. The purebloods were strange like that, fortunately for her, not all of them were fixated on maintaing the blood-line. Raven herself was a half-blood by her father’s genes and no one seemed to mind. Of course, there was a semi-conscious rumor that floated around proclaiming her to be pureblood. It had to do with the fact that in her Hogwarts days she had always made it a point to hang around the Purebloods. Hearing Tier say that she was nothing like Desdemona was strangely reassuring. That was the reason that Rian was with Raven and not still with that tart of a quidditch player, “If you want, I can see if Rian will set you up with Miss Vaisey. That would get her off my tail for good, you know.” Rave laughed loudly at the ridiculousness that she was suggesting. She was pretty sure there was no way in hell that was going to happen.

Of course she wasn’t surprised that he was going to be a relative mess at her wedding and quite frankly, she didn’t mind. It was meant to be an extravagant ordeal and the more fun, the better. She just had to get through the whole planning period, “Looks like we’ll have to see who holds their liquor better, won’t we?” She joked - although she wasn’t entirely sure she would be able to be completely sober at her wedding. With the amount of stress that she was already under, she couldn’t imagine the day going smoothly without a few drinks.

“I really have no idea who’s incestuously involved with whom, but I can make it my personal mission to find out if you’d like.” She laughed to herself, clearly believing them to be joking about the whole ordeal, “We want this to be a front-page cover story, sugar. Couple of the century,” She blew him a kiss, “But merlin, yes. Please, don’t worry about little old me-” Raven laughed ever so slightly until she saw the serious look that was on Tiernach’s face, “Alright, between you and me, all of this is a little-” She waved her fingertips through the air, trying to convey the confusion that surrounded planning a wedding and opening this new chapter in her life. The flourishes. The monogamy. All of it was rather strange to her, “We’re entering uncharted territory, I’m afraid. Weddings...! Me!” That was the best way that she could explain the way that she was feeling. It was as if nothing she had ever done before compared to the situation in which she currently found herself. Raven had actually been engaged once before to a ministry official, Bryant Xavier, but it had never gotten to this point of seriousness.

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The idea was just about as intoxicating as it got - Raven and Tiernach running their own paper with the sheer purpose of destroying everyone that had ever wronged them. And with the success of both their columns and their celebrity has journalists, it would have a cult following. They could be more infamous than either of them ever dreamed. But it would take a lot of start-up money and with the wedding coming up, it wasn’t something that Rave was ready to jump into quite yet, “I think this could be an idea for us to keep on the back-burner, you know. As much as I’d hate to admit it, we could always do better than just Prophet journalists.” The red-head smirked ever so slightly as she rolled her head about her shoulders, trying to relax some of the tension that had settled in her muscles, “Maybe when we’re old and grey and don’t have our good looks going for us anymore, we’ll move on to bigger and better things, huh sugar?”

“Oh come on - you get a lay, I get the brunette devil off my back, we all win, Tier, you darling!” She interjected amidst his speech, although she wasn’t entirely sure that he heard her. Not that it mattered. Tiernach had very interesting ways of looking a things and Vaisey seemed to be one of those things. Merlin, she hadn’t even thought if she would be taking Rian’s name. She assumed that he would want her to, but she would lose the name Raven Monroe forever...Raven’s Rantings written by Raven Lewis. It wasn’t entirely as sexy as she’d imagined it to be, “Lewis from HR? She’s practically a bore! You won’t get us confused - but it would be hilarious if you paged for me and got her instead, yeah? Her legs aren’t nearly as nice as mine...Maybe I’ll take his name for personal life and maintain my pen-name as Monroe here. I’ve already got a career established around that one.” Maybe she could still keep her old life-style while adapting to this new one. She would just be Mrs. Raven Lewis at home and Ms. Raven Monroe in the office. It was the perfect marriage...quite literally.

“Funny, I had the same delusional fantasy.” She winked in return. She was mildly frightened about the wedding, he had clued in on that. But as he said, it was about her, and she wasn’t going to let anything ruin her big day, “Rian’s lovely, have you met him?” She tried to recall their Hogwarts years, but couldn’t seem to make a connection. She had been too self-absorbed to remember much more than herself and her various escapades during that time, “You know, we’re going to find you someone. I haven’t entirely reasoned who it’ll be yet, but I’m making it my personal mission to get you to the alter, same as me. Then we can exchange pillow-talk stories.” The thought of Tiernach married was about as funny as the thought of her getting hitched...but since she was taking the plunge, who was to say that one of her dearest friends wouldn’t also make the same move in the future, “Really though, we’ll have to add Matchmaker to the end of my Prophet Title.”

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