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Magnus POV

Magnus pushed his way through the crowds of people at his party. He couldn't be bothered with this. He had stopped enjoying the parties he threw years ago. 27 years ago, to be exact. It was 27 years ago that Magnus' heart had been broken at an abandoned train station as he said goodbye to the only person that had ever made him feel like he belonged. Sure, Magnus had his facades, sure everyone looked at him with envy and desire-both men and woman- but the fact remained that Magnus had never felt like he truly belonged. Well, he had once, but that was a long time ago.

His party was in full swing. Sweaty bodies were crashing and grinding against each other, drinks were being knocked back as though they were water and everyone was having a fabulous time. Everyone except Magnus.

Magnus couldn't even tell himself the reason why he had these parties anymore. The truth was he didn't know. He derived no pleasure or excitement from them. They were a waste of his time. But he was determined, and had been for 27 years now, to live his life like it would have been, had a certain blue eyed boy not stumbled in.

Magnus was about ready to head to the bar and drown his sorrows in alcohol, when he heard a commotion outside. Shoving a few people out of the way, and heading out a side door of his house, into an alley way, he found himself staring at the backs of two shadow hunters. They appeared to be in a heated argument.

Magnus recognised one of them. He had known who he was from the first time they'd met, at another one of Magnus' parties. With the golden blonde hair and eyes so closely resembling Clarys, there was only one child he could have been. And he was very like his Dad. Unsurprisingly, he was now a regular at Magnus' parties.

The real mystery here though, was who the other shadow hunter was. True, Magnus had been out of the loop with the shadows hunters for a few years after...a certain event, but generally he knew everything and everyone even remotely shadow hunter related.

With the calm, detached and confident persona Magnus had mastered over the years, he leaned against the dusty red brick wall of his house, staring at the boys having their argument. Eventually, he coughed to clear his throat. "Problem, boys?" He asked casually.

The blond haired boy, called Flynn, whipped round quickly to face Magnus. The other boy however, who Magnus was admittedly slightly curious about, remained turned away, with his hands in his pockets and his black shadow hunter hood up, covering his face.

"Magnus," Flynn said confidently, the cocky aura that he had inherited from his father surrounding him. "Fancy seeing you here."

"Yes, seeing me in my own home during my own party, quite the turn of events," drawled Magnus lazily.

Flynn raised an eyebrow. "Well, y'know, technically you're outside your house." He asserted. "But who am I to judge," he added, putting his hands up defensively.

"Anyway," said Magnus. "Care to clarify why you're here and what you're doing?"

Flynn shrugged. "We were out demon hunting, and seeing as we were passing this way and you had a party going on, we thought we'd drop by."

Magnus raised an eyebrow. "Then what was the argument about?"

"Oh that. It was nothing really."

Magnus was slightly surprised to hear the other boy speak at this point. "What that actually was, was me trying to convince Flynn to go home, since I don't want to be here."

Magnus couldn't help feeling a vague sense of uneasiness at that voice. It sounded slightly familiar, and stirred up all sorts of strange reactions in his stomach. "And why, may I ask, would you not like to be at one of my parties?"

The hooded figure shrugged. "Parties...not really my thing."

"I can assure you," said Magnus calmly, "My social events can convert anyone to a party animal."

The boy shuffled his feet a little bit, the only indication he was uncomfortable with the situation. "Yeah...they're not really my thing."

At this, Flynn shrugged. "Right, well I'm not missing a party cause of you, Matt. You can make your own way home."

The boy sighed. "Fine," he muttered grumpily. "But don't be expecting any sympathy from me when you can't train tomorrow cause of your thumping headache."

Flynn flashed a cocky grin at Matt, looking every bit like his father. "See you later," he said calmly, heading past Magnus into the party.

Magnus watched him go, then turned back to the hooded boy, who was calmly wiping his sword on his black fight pants.

"So, you aren't coming in then?" Magnus queried.

The boy looked up. "Uh no, I'd rather not."

Magnus nodded, then voiced the thought that was bothering him. "If you're a shadow hunter, Matt, and one that Flynn is obviously parabatti with, then why don't I know you?"

Matt shrugged. "Matts just Flynn's nickname for me. My real names Matthias. And I prefer to keep to myself."

The boy turned around to leave. Magnus was ready to let him go, but the uneasy feeling in his stomach was bothering him. "Who are your parents?"

The boy turned back to stare at Magnus, but his hood was still masking his face. "I don't have parents any more."

"But would I have known them?" Magnus inquired impatiently.

The boy sighed quietly. "They kept to themselves." He muttered. Then turning around, he walked away.