Chapter 1: Magnus
Max could very well be the best dressed child in the history of children. Magnus surveyed his little son critically. Yes, the miniature gold coloured suit was spectacular. He mentally complimented himself on the subtle green embroidery that brought out the golden - green specks that pooled in Max's eyes.
Max Michael Lightwood - Bane himself sat on the floor, pulling at the sequinned bow. "Look at my shiny shoes Magnus!" Magnus picked his son up and twirled him around. "You are stunning, little man. Would you like to dance?" Max giggled. " Like you and Dad dance?" Magnus suddenly recalled the Christmas Party where he had painstakingly tried to teach Alec to waltz. Apparently shadowhunters were not trained in dancing...
Magnus bit back a grin. "Maybe not but we can still be absolutely brilliant and dazzle the world with our dance moves and sparkle." Max clapped. "Ok then." He crawled to his feet. Magnus arrested the movement with a flick of his hand. Blue light swirled around Max as he was lifted off the ground. He hovered there, looking thoughtfully down towards Magnus. " Dad said not to do that last time you did it. " Magnus smiled. "Your father won't know unless you tell him." Max took a step in midair and stayed aloft. " I thought we were going to dance. "
Magnus crossed his arms. "Well would you like to tap dance or hip hop or tan..."
The door to the loft rattled and opened. Alec Lightwood opened his mouth to say something, most likely a greeting and froze as his eyes landed on the three year old boy levitating in midair. He turned to face Magnus. "Magnus, what is Max wearing!" He looked closely at Magnus. "For that matter why are you wearing a suit?" He pointed to Magnus's outfit, a silky black suit with shoulder pads. Magnus scoffed in mock offence. "It's from Calvin Klein!"
Alec shook his head. "Stop levitating him! What if he falls!" Max peered down and waved. "Hi Dad!" "He's dressed for the occasion!" Magnus proclaimed. A look of confusion crossed Alec's face. "Isabelle's wedding!" He said impatiently. Alec hit his forehead against his palm. "By the Angel... what time is it?" Magnus glanced at his watch. "You have about thirty minutes if we portal. He gave Alec a shove towards the bathroom. "Now get dressed!"