Someone knocked nervously on the door of his apartment. . He got up from the sofa on which he was sitting, drinking tea, wondering who would be on the other side of the door so late in the night.
- Who dares to bother the High Warlock of Brooklyn?
-Magnus? Magnus Bane?
A red-haired woman with a worried and perhaps frightened expression was standing in the doorway, holding a bundle wrapped in a red blanket between her arms.
-Nephilim - guessed the sorcerer.
- I need your help.
- I do not help shadowhunters.
- Please- the woman begged.- I have no one to turn to.
Magnus thought for a moment. The shadowhunter seemed panicked and could feel the fear in her voice.
With a gesture, he invited the woman to pass.
-How can I help you? -The man asked politely, after a few minutes.
The woman, in response, unwrapped the blanket and showed a little girl who did not seem to be more than two years old, also a redhead.
-You want to leave your daughter here?- The warlock asked incredulously.
The older redhead sighed heavily-. No. I want you to erase her memories. That's all.
-That's all? - He repeated-. Why do you want me to erase her memory?
She shouldn't have many bad memories; how old is she? One year old?
-Two. I hide from shadowhunters; I want to protect my daughter, for her to not know anything about them or about the Downworld.
She continued telling Magnus her story. She told him that she'd belonged to the Circle, that she married Valentine, and they had a son that her husband turned into a monster. How she took the Mortal Cup and fled. She explained that she thought that her little daughter, when she was born into a mundane life and didn't know anything about the Shadow World, would not have the Sight; but two years later she saw her chasing a fairy at Central Park and with that they arrived to that same night.
-Clarissa- she said, and seeing the confused expression of the sorcerer, she clarified-. That's her name.
She took her daughter and sat her on the floor. The little girl quickly stood up and began to look, with the curiosity of a two-year-old girl, the space around her. She was quite short, the man observed, her bright red hair hanging down to her waist and beautiful emerald green eyes. The little girl raised her small head and looked at an animal with gray fur and set out to chase it. The cat screamed and started running.
The woman, Jocelyn, lifted her gaze from the cup with steaming content and smiled faintly.
-Well?- She asked-. Will you help me?
Magnus smiled sideways.
-I'm not fascinated by shadowhunters- he said, and he thought that maybe both redheads liked him enough-but I like you; so, answering your question, yes, I'll help you.