Just a short, little one-shot.
Malec, boyXboy! Flames will be used to roast marshmallows! OOC.
Disclaimer: I SADLY don't own any of the Mortal Instruments series, Cassandra Clair does…
Magnus was looking through all of the papers on his desk. He was moving a pile of Alec's notebooks when a piece of paper sticking out caught his eye. Magnus picked up the piece of paper. It read,
"Raining Warlocks"
A poem by Alec Lightwood
It's raining, it's pouring.
The warlock is snoring.
He got drunk,
And fell with a 'thunk',
And had a BAD hangover in the morning.
'Hahaha' thought Magnus; I'll get him back for this.
A FEW DAYS LATER
Alec woke up to find a note on his bed. It read,
"Drunken Shadowhunter"
A poem by Magnus Bane
It's raining, it's pouring.
My little shadowhunter is snoring.
He got drunk,
And fell asleep with a 'thunk'.
He doesn't get up early in the morning.
Alec laughed at this. He was going to make this into a new game.
