Chapter 1

Feel free to correct me on spelling or grammar or any mistakes you see. I tend to go back and forth between writing in 1st person and 3rd person, so sorry if that's annoying. This takes place in modern time New York. I do not own the character Magnus Bane, obviously.

Magnus walked up the stairs slowly, holding on to the railing.

It's nine o'clock in the morning, and I'm is just getting home. My head feels like… like… like it hurts a lot. I paused on the stairs for a moment to make sure I don't throw up, then I keep moving. I haven't gotten drunk like that in a while.

I realized that I had only made it to the second floor, while my room was on the third. I cursed the elevator for being broken. The motion probably would have had me puking my guts out anyway, but it would have been better than walking up two large flights of stairs. Maybe. A loud noise (probably not as loud as my hangover was making it seem) came from down the hall a little ways, and I looked over to see two men standing in front of a door to an apartment.

One of the men was short but built, wearing a cap and loose, ugly clothes. He had just dropped a large moving box in front of the other man. He handed a clip board to the man, who was leaning against the open doorway of the apartment. It look me a few seconds to finally take that man in, but when I did, I sobered up instantly. The man was gorgeous.

He had short, dark black hair. He was white, but really tan. He was lean but also very built, and tall. Probably almost as tall as myself. And he was living right below me. I immediately came to the conclusion that the man was most likely a huge douche bag with a ridiculous ego. I stood on the stairs, watching, just barely poking my head out to watch.

Mr. Tall dark and handsome smiled at the moving guy, handing him back the clip board. "Thanks for your help" he said tiredly and sincerely. His voice is amazing I thought to myself, running a hand through my beyond help hair. The man looked like a Greek god, while I at the moment, look like shit.

I gave up staring at him, and silently made my way up to the next flight of stairs, and began up those. I promised myself to look into finding his name, and after that, if possible, my way into his pants. I grinned to myself, despite my headache. That's all it is nowadays whenever I see someone I'm interested in, sex. I've given up on hopes of everlasting true love, or love that doesn't constantly make you want to cry, or just love in general. I know true love is out there, as I have experienced true love a couple of times, but love was not worth the pain.

I used magic to unlock the door to my apartment, closed the door, then started taking my crumpled clothes off on the way to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind me. I turned the hot water on and grabbed a towel from the closet and put that on the towel rack. Then I stepped under the hot water and stood there for a second. Then I put some soap on a luffa and rubbed that over my body briefly, then washed the glitter out of my hair. When I finished, I stepped out and dried my body quickly, then wrapped my hair in the towel. I stepped out of the bathroom and went straight to my bedroom.

I entered my bedroom, and with a flick of my hand removed all of the glitter from my bed onto the floor. I climbed under the silk sheets ass naked and pulled the covers around myself, sighing contently. I feel asleep soon after, thinking of black hair.

I woke up later that day around five. I laid in bed for a few minutes, enjoying the comfort of my bed, before realizing I was hungry. I got out of bed slowly before making my way over to my wardrobe. I pulled out a pair of black, sparkly tight pants, and a pink shirt that said "Reason I am single: Dick Too Big, Might Kill Someone" and put them on. I put some lip balm on and put some blue glitter in my hair, and finally some eyeliner.

I put the clothes in my hallway away before grabbing my wallet and walking out of my apartment. I walked down the first flight of stairs, then paused before going down the second flight. I stared at the door of the attractive man from yesterday, willing it to open. To my surprised, it did. Well wasn't I the luckiest warlock alive. The man stepped out of his apartment, before locking the door behind him. I took this opportunity to walk over to him. He had on plain jeans and a nice green shirt. I approached him just as he turned away from his door.

"Hey, you just moved in here this morning right?" I asked before he had time to take me in. The man paused, blinked, looking at my face. "Huh? Oh- yes I did". He blinked again, looked down at the rest of my outfit, looking completely bewildered. His eyes lingered on my shirt, and I could tell he was reading it. I saw his lips twitch, he was trying not to smile. But then he looked at me and smiled anyway. "I like your shirt" He said smirking.

I smiled myself. The man had a beautiful smile. "Thank you". I said simply. He held out his hand "Jensen Hall". I grabbed his hand and shook it. "Magnus Bane. I live up on the next floor". He had a very firm, quick handshake. A business handshake. "Where were you heading out to?" I asked casually. So far so good. While the man didn't seem completely comfortable, he was polite and charming.

"Oh, I was going to go look around the city, get something to eat" he said. I smiled "Have you ever been to New York before?"

He shook his head. "No, I just moved here from Illinois. I've been to Chicago a couple of times, but that's about it as far as big cities are concerned". Perfect.

"Well, I was just heading out to get something to eat myself. I know the area pretty well, would you like me to give you a tour?"

I saw the Jenens friendly expression waver. He clearly wanted to say no, and I had a sudden jolt of disappointment. "Well, I guess that depends on where you're going" he said. I hadn't really thought about it. There were a bunch of fun places I could take him, but he didn't really look up for them quite yet, so….

"Well, there is a small family restaurant right around the corner. They have great seafood." Jensen looked hesitant, but then said "That would be nice, if you're sure you have the time…?"

I waved my hand. "I am completely free. I would love to have some company too". I tried to sound nonchalant.

He smiled then again. "Sounds great. Lead the way". I was happy. Very happy. Too happy. This guy was almost definitely straight, but I could change that. I have before. This guy was beyond hot, and I was beyond interested.

"Let's go".