Where only fools dare venture (CLOSED big plot)

[Loren Hayes]

'Well, I suppose not,' she smiled smugly as he commented on her needing no extra support. Not like Hubbles with give to Girty in any case, she thought cattily.

Loren glared at him indignantly. 'I'm not scare, I'm tired.' she remarked bluntly, rubbing her neck as her eyes darted about the gloom. She still could not fathom why Fitz had chosen to drag her all the way down here in the first place. If it had been for dramatics then he had certainly succeeded - in all the tension Loren had turned out very snappish. 'I didn't saying anything too bad, did I? You wouldn't publish anything nasty I said about other people?' She asked, obviously not realising that most of the interview had been of that nature.

Fitz was tapping his parchment against his quill, seemingly in though. Loren wreck her brain for anything else important she could possibly tell the man about herself, only to realise she had barely spoken about herself at all. 'Are we done?' she said rather impatiently. 'This place is awful.'

Loren stood up, her face a mixture of distaste and annoyance.

[Fitz Hargreaves]

As Loren's tiredness made her irritable Fitz smirked, she was letting trifles get her down oh so easily. Now that would be perfect to mention is rather revealing article. He wasn't here to make friends, nor enemies particularly, it just happened either way, his writing slanderous comments couldn't be helped, it was only his job. The love for his job would never infringe his judgement of another person assuredly not.
"Tired? I see, I do hope your tiredness won't infringe upon your performances not just during the tournament but also your studies too, they are quite pivotal." He had a knack to say rather harsh and degrading words in a nice manner almost, inflicting blows then smoothing pssoibel flarings of rows over.

With deeply patronising words he made them seem much nicer and really just friendly advice; "perhaps one or two early nights are in order, I find them vital to keeping myself fresh and ready for anything," he spoke the truth every syllable as he was rarely found stalking the corridors at night, digging around for information then disappearing again like mere puff of smoke.

"Oh you said nothing out of the ordinary." He reassured her with a grin and a knowing nod. Seeing her impatience mounting by the minute and believing he would gain little from prolonging the interrogation he finished crisply
"interview concluded then," your use is sapped away...for now, I'll get more out of you another time he thought with a gleam entering his eye. "Thankyou for your precious time Miss Hayes, it's been exceedingly helpful," standing he ushered her towards the door with all speed shaking her hand warmly.

"Delighted to have met you, good luck with your life, you're going to need it." Directing her gently towards the exit, ushering her out he waved goodbye and left his final words ringing in her ear;
"a safe journey heavenwards," Shoving his shoulder to the stone door, more a rock than a real feasibly effective door, it shut with a deafening clang, thankfully he was wise enough to know precisely the way homewards.
Bounding to the stone table he began immediately to begin his article upon the hapless girl.