A/N: Hi! This is a short one shot Iwrote for the writing group I'm a part of. The promt for the week was, 'what if all the snow turned to marshmallows' and I thought, 'oh, I could make this a Mortal Instruments fanfic.' So I did. And here it is.

Helpful Information: Clary and Jonathan are brother and sister, Jonathan being younger than Clary. This is a short one shotI wrote, simply for the pleasure of writing it. Please enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Mortal Instruments.

Snow to Marshmallows

"Clary. Clary wake up. Wake up."

I felt myself being roughly shaken awake, by two little hands pressed into my arm. "Clary. C'mon wake up. It's an emergency."

I moaned and rolled over. "I'm trying to sleep." I said, though I'm fairly sure it came out more like, 'I'm trng ne slp' due to my face being buried in the pillow.

"Clary." My little brother Jonathan whined. "Get up." I felt him crawl on top of me. "Get. Up."

"Fine I'm up." I said lifting my head from the pillow. I waved my hand in his general direction, accidentally smacking him in the face.

"No you're not. Get out of bed."

"I can't with you sitting on me." He got off, and I sat up.

I looked over at Jonathan. He was still in his penguin pajamas, and his blonde, almost white, hair was sticking this way, and that.

"Okay, now what's this emergency you were talking about?"

"When I woke up, I decided to go look outside, and see how much snow we got. Now I know you probably won't believe me when I say this, but, all the snow turned to marshmallows."

I stared at him for a long time, and then I burst out laughing. There was no way the snow had turned to marshmallows.

"I'm not kidding!" Jonathan said to me. "The snow really did turn to marshmallows!" I kept laughing. "Would I lie about something like that!"

That got me to stop; Jonathan would never ever lie about marshmallows. He took them very seriously. "Okay, we can go take a look at the marshmallow snow."

Five minutes later, Jonathan was dragging me out the door. "C'mon! Hurry up!"

When we finally made it outside, I was shocked beyond belief. The snow really had turned into marshmallows. There were all different sizes of marshmallows. The little baby ones, you put in hot chocolate, the regular ones you use for 's'mores, and those
/giant ones you could get a sugar rush just looking at. There were marshmallows in the tree, on the ground, piled on the roofs. They were everywhere.

Suddenly, I heard a cry of, 'marshmallow fight' and I felt something hit the side of my head.

"Get back here, you little weasel!" I called, chasing after Jonathan. We ran across the yard, flinging marshmallows at each other, and most likely waking up the neighbors with our battle cries.

Eventually, we were joined by our parents, and the four of us had a wonderful time in the marshmallow snow.

The End

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