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This is short 2 chapters story mainly about Ragnor Fell and Raphael Santiago, with a mino role of Magnus and Alec.

Summary: Ragnor thinks that Magnus is a gossiper, but the truth is that there're no bigger gossipers than Ragnor and Raphael, especially when it comes to Magnus's Bane's love life. And they bet about the newest relationship of Magnus.

Beta'd by the most wonderful Red Coral. Check out her stories for TMI, Arrow and Criminal Minds fandom. As well as her personal blog: piecesofmyown . wordpress . com

Characters belong to Cassie Clare.

Timeline: Around COB and COA.

Enjoy reading.

"Of gossips and bets"

Ragnor always thought that his best friend, Magnus Bane, was the most annoying being in the whole world. He even thought that a friendship with him was some kind of a punishment from a God intended for him. Of course he loved Magnus as a brother, but his non-stop complains were often giving him a headache.

And he was the most horrible when he was in love.

Then, he was just unbearable.

Not because he was all nice, but because he annoyed the hell out of everyone. Fell often wanted to put some curse upon Magnus just so he would shut up.

"I'm telling you...he's so cute...and god damn hot," he was speaking two hours already about his new object of love. "At first, I thought he's a Herondale. I'm telling you he looks almost like a copy of Will. But he says he's a Lightwood."

"I know, Magnus," Ragnor sighed with a resignation to the phone. "I know, he's a shadowhunter, and a Lightwood. You told me that already."

"Really?"

"Yes, about two millions times in the past two hours." he murmured to the phone, reaching for a piece of paper into his tweed jacket's pocket. He brought it close to his ear and phone and started to crumple it between his fingers. His living room was filled with a rustle. "Oh, I think I'm losing the connection. I can barely hear you, Magnus. What...I...By...e."

He hung up on his friend, smiling to himself.

A few seconds later, a fire message flew from his fireplace straight on his face.

'If you wanted to end the conversation, you could do it like a normal human, jerk. I know that you weren't losing the connection. I have no benefits from my friends!'

A moment later, another fire message was flying from the fireplace.

'When you'll want to talk, I'll do the same. I'm not going to listen to your ramble, how you're missing Raphael!'

Ragnor sneered at this message. He didn't miss, ok, maybe he did miss the talks with the younger man, but for sure, he wasn't rambling about it to Magnus. He wasn't confessing to him a lot, especially not things connected to his friends. Magnus was, after all, the biggest gossiper he ever knew, especially when he's drunk. And he loved to drink. Fell still remembered that famous time in Peru with llamas and a flying carpet.

When he was about to write back to Magnus, so the man wouldn't be so mad at him, his phone rang again. The loud sounds of Beethoven's ninth symphony filled the room. He reached reluctantly for the phone, expecting Magnus to be the caller. In that moment, he cursed himself for not being able to set a different ringtone for each caller. Cate showed him how to do it once, but he seemed to forget it. He breathed in relief, when his eyes caught the ID caller.

"Hello, Ragnor," a male voice with a southern accent greeted him through the phone. "How are you?"

"Hello, Raphael," he replied, lounging his legs on the old footstool, bought back in France in the eighteenth century. "Me? Well, though I think that Magnus is mad at me."

"Dios mio, have you thrown his glitter away or cut his clothes?" the vampire asked.

"How could I? I do not have a death wish, my friend. I hung up on him, not nicely, while he was speaking about his shadowhunter." Raphael mumbled 'mhm' to the phone. "God knows, Magnus can't shut up about him."

"Believe me, I know." Raphael interrupted him. "I saw them two weeks ago in a restaurant. I thought that the boy is twelve. I distinctly remember him being twelve. "

"It was quite a time ago." Ragnor laughed, and soon Raphael joined him.

"Dios mio, they are here." the vampire said suddenly. "They are making out."

"Are they visible to the others? Or they stay hidden?" Fell popped in. "What is the boy wearing?"

"Wait, let me look closer," Ragnor heard rustling through the phone, and a moment later Santiago spoke again. "Magnus is wearing that obscene purple coat, the one he likes to wear so much. And some white jeans. And the boy...I think he is wearing a black sweater...yes it's a sweater. And his hair is too ruffled, I guess that's Bane's doing. They are drinking wine now, I think. I smell alcohol."

"Do you think your phone has a camera? You could take some compromising picture of them, so I could use as blackmail later."

"Or, you could open a portal and join me here." Raphael responded and Ragnor heard rustling again. "Come to New York, I'll have more fun in watching them. You don't have any jobs now, right?"

"I don't," Ragnor took his pocket watch and while placing it in his pocket, he chanted a spell to open a portal. "Where is the restaurant?"

"Near the Hotel Dumort. We've been there once, for dinner, but I can't see the name now."

A moment later when the living room filled with a blue light from the portal, Ragnor stepped through the portal, only to find himself near that restaurant a few seconds later.

When he came closer to the glass door, he quickly caught the sight of his vampire friend hiding behind a column in the right side of the restaurant. He moved himself quickly to him, trying to not be seen by Magnus and his companion.

"Hello," If Raphael had been still a human, he would have been startled by the sudden appearance of his friend. "How're our lovebirds?"

"So far, the shadowhunter said that it'd be better if they stayed home." he whispered. "And Magnus asked is that some bedroom proposition. The hunter turned so red in his face." he stopped for a moment, and looked from Magnus and Alec to his best friend Ragnor. "He's still a kid. I didn't think Magnus liked kids, especially shadowhunters' children."

Ragnor shrugged his arms, smiling a bit.

"But he's in love. Just look at his eyes, they're shining. I haven't seen him like that for years, not since…"

"Etta?" Fell nodded. "I remember him speaking about her. But still, I'm shocked that the boy's a shadowhunter."

"And I think they will work out." Raphael raised his eyebrow at him. "I bet ten American dollars that they will work out."

"Deal." The vampire reached out his hand for his friend to shake it. "You will lose, Ragnor."

"I'm sure, they will work out."

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