He walked in a world of dreams, dreams floating pass him, but instead of staring into them, he stared ahead, at the nothingness that warped around him, blurring and sharpening his eyesight- He was awaken by a light tap to the shoulder and a few words of criticisms for falling asleep on watch, Alexander Lightwood (A.K.A Alec Lightwood) slapped himself in the face for being so tired, "sorry, Isabelle" He said wearily.
"Its fine, why don't you go to bed, we have a party to go to, remember?" Isabelle replied.
Alec groaned, "why EXACTLY do i have to go to this stupid party to meet this 'Magnus dude?"
Isabelle grinned, "I think you might end up liking 'this Magnus dude', and we are doing this thing to get Clary's memory back." She turned and walked away leaving a speechless Alec standing there.
AT THE PARTY!
Alec slouched against the wall, skulking because a downworlder had pinched him a highly personal place, and he was pissed because Jace was having a great time and- "Hey, blue eyed beauty," a husky voice said over his shoulder. He twirled around, knocking a vase of flowers down, A blue light flashed and the vase was unbroken sitting on it precarious perch, "Your the w-warlock." Alec stuttered, because wow, he had not expected Isabelle to be correct, for the man was hot. He had black and blue extra-glittery spiky hair and racoon mask of makeup and his eyes... They were gorgeous, they were gold and green cat eyes.