Written, as usual, with awesomely awesome Morgan! All started because iluvblooburryz didn't believe that Ragnor was really dead...

You're Invited!

Who: Magnus Bane, Alec and Isabelle Lightwood, Jace Whatever-His-Name-Is-Today, Clarissa Same-Goes-For-Her, and that vampire you hang out with and that werewolf, too

What: A party!

When: Tonight, 10 sharp

Where: My (Ragnor Fell's) house

Why: 'Cause parties are freaking awesome! And I have something very important to share.

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"But Ragnor Fell's dead!" Alec exclaimed as his sister handed him the invite, begging to go.

"Obviously not." She shook her head, pointing at the paper.

"But, see, Is, you can't come back from being dead." Jace and Clary exchanged a look.

"Unless you're me," Jace pointed out, shrugging his shoulders cockily.

"No!" Clary walked over to her boyfriend, shoving him. "You do not get credit for that! I'm the one who wished you alive. You'd still be dead if it weren't for me. And such a pitiful way to die, too. Your murderer offered for you to kill him first!"

"Yeah, well, did you actually want me to kill your father?"

"Uh, yeah," Clary told him.

"So, you would have been just fine with me stabbing him in the chest?"

"Yeah, he was a monster. He made his own son half-demon!"

"But not me," Jace smiled sweetly. "I'm an angel!"

"Hardly," Clary scoffed as Jace reached around her waist and dragged her down to sit on his lap.

"Anyway!" Alec exclaimed. "We were talking about the fact that Ragnor Fell could not possibly have come back from the dead."

"Why are you so sure he was dead, anyway?" Isabelle asked.

"He told me." Alec pointed at Jace.

"She told me." Jace looked at the girl sprawled across his lap.

Clary looked up at Magnus, suspicion apparent on her face. Magnus merely shrugged.

"I lied."

Isabelle immediately jumped up, pulling Clary with her. "Come on! We need to go get ready!"

Alec stared at her, slightly shocked. "You want to go to a party hosted by a possibly dead warlock?"

Magnus looked offended. "What's wrong with warlocks?" he pouted. "And he's not dead."

"Uh, okay." Alec wondered why Magnus would lie about such a thing.

"Come on!" Isabelle tugged, aggravated, on Clary's sleeve as Magnus did the same to Alec. Alec, with a look of surprise, followed obediently, leaving Jace alone in the giant library.

"I guess I'll just sit here," Jace mumbled.

"You're perfectly capable of dressing yourself," Isabelle called over her shoulder.

Clary grinned back flirtatiously. "Unless you want help," she grinned mischievously.

Jace pushed himself out of the chair and crossed the room to Clary. He placed his hands on either side of her head and leaned down so their noses were almost touching. Clary's eyes closed and her mouth parted, waiting for a kiss.

"You wish," Jace laughed, moving away and sauntering off.

Clary glared at his back. Isabelle grabbed her arm, keeping her from strangling him, and dragged Clary to her room.

"Honey, he'll be begging for a kiss when he sees you tonight."

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Alec stood facing his mirror, his eyes closed. Magnus was using his magic to dress him. He felt smooth pants pull themselves up his legs, heard the button snap, then felt a cool satiny shirt drape itself over him.

"You can look now," Magnus told him, pride evident in his voice.

Alec stated to open his eyes, then sneezed. And sneezed again. Finally, he looked at his reflection. And calmly shrieked.

Magnus was at his side in a second. "Come on now, those colors are perfect!" he chided the Shadowhunter.

Alec shifted, and heaps of glitter fluttered to the ground, bringing on another sneezing fit.

"No. No way," Alec almost growled, looking at his tight, rainbow, leather pants. "I am not leaving the Institute like this."

"Fine," Magnus grumbled, "but you're keeping the shirt."