As I walk down the busy streets of New York to await my brother, whom I haven't seen in over 150 years, I am left feeling joyed and nervous. The last time we were together was when the two of us were compelled to find each other, by our demon father. Now, that is a long story that honestly my memory is failing to give me details of. I guess that is not so wrong when you get to be my age, which I do not intend to tell anybody. My secret only lies with my twin brother and father.

I round a corner, and start to smell the sweet scent of coffee beans and pastries from the cafe. This was the decided meeting place to catch up. I don't know why my brother decided to contact me out of the blue. I guess it might have something to do with the rumors in the Downworld community of him being engaged. But this has happened quite a few times throughout the years and he hasn't ever tied the knot or felt that he had to tell me.

I am surprised that it's a shadowhunter boy; he has loved faeries, vampires, werewolves, even the disappointing frail humans, but never a shadowhunter.

But, I do have to admit that they are very good looking and I, myself have been with many Shadowhunters but, never too seriously. They are too arrogant for my taste and I wouldn't hesitate with my magic if they disappointed me. Except this one boy, he was... I shut down those thoughts quickly and shove them into a box I kept locked.

I reach the door and walk in, and I immediately get hit with a rush of sweet air as the door bell jingles, announcing my arrival. I glance around searching for that familiar face you could never forget. Again I'm met with people staring, it's likely they have never seen a warlock before or at least somebody with a good sense of fashion. The Warlocks that do come here probably uses Glamours. But I have always believed thought if you got it, flaunt it.

I stand at 6 foot 4 inches and have pale ivory skin. My shimmery lavender hair is in a pixie cut, but I guess what catches people off guard are my electric yellow cat eyes. I'm also wearing vintage clothing, probably older than the people sitting in here, but nothing out of the ordinary. I have on a pair of light teal overalls with a plain white shirt underneath and gold gladiator sandals and simple gold bangles that pick up the gold flecks in my eyes.

As I walk to the counter I order some mocha drink that the barista recommended. I walk over to an empty table in the front corner, by the windows. I sit for five minutes waiting for my flamboyant brother to show his face, and when I do see him I may just slap him because my patience is running low. I'm definitely sure that he is still spiking his hair or putting on his silver eyeliner.

My brother is quite well known compared to me, he sells his magic to mundanes and is a council representative for Warlocks in the Clave. Maybe this is about our father, I mean that is what it was last-

"Excuse me miss, do you want anything else, a refill or scone?"

Did she just interrupt my thoughts? And not to mention it has been 15 minutes since I walked in, how could I possibly be done with what I already have. No wonder why mundanes are so obese.

"No thanks" I said in a sweet, musical voice just as the door bell jingled. I looked up at the waitress who was still talking about what I assume is today's specials. I looked her straight in the eyes knowing how she was going to react when I gave her the full force of my eyes. The girl's words are cut off by her gasp, and she flushes with embarrassment at her sudden outburst, as she got a look at my startling eyes, yellow and gold flecked. I have actually been told by a Faerie that you could get lost in them, so I know it was true, at least for him. I just keep staring until she mumbles sorry and half runs back behind the counter.

Out of the corner of my eye I glimpse at few pieces of glitter slowly float down and rest on my shoulder, and table. Without even having to look up or hear his voice I knew it was my brother.

As I raise my gaze to look into the same startling yellow cat eyes.

"Way to scare the poor girl off" he says with his signature grin that lights up his whole face, even reaching his eyes.

"Magnus-" I breathe out.