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.