I told you guys this was coming! This is just kind of an introductory scene and, yes, the boys have met but, the real actions starts around here, in my opinion. Enjoy!
Warnings: A bit of language. But, it is rated T. And, they're in college so, yeah.
A few things to consider: Magnus is still a warlock. Alec is still a Shadowhunter. Jace is in the same grade as Alec, as is Simon. They're friends. Ragnor is one of Magnus' best friends.
Foreword: A few years ago, the Clave issued a document that promotes the mingling of humans, Downworlders and, Shadowhunters. They want their younger generations to be better equipped to befriend and interact with humans, better known as Mundanes.
Therefore, some have opted to go to colleges and other places that are frequented by humans, mostly in order to better fit into everyday society and gain more abilities outside of their powers and fighting skills. The humans, naturally, are not aware of this document and don't suspect anything has changed. They remain in the dark when it comes to Downworlder and Shadowhunter affairs.
The Lightwood family owns the Manhattan Institute and decided to enroll the children in their family that are old enough, into college. This would be Jace and Alec Lightwood. Isabelle is a year younger than them and is still home schooled.
Henry Cornelius, also known as Hank, adopted Magnus and Lysander Bane quite some time ago and thought that it'd be a perfect opportunity for his sons to attend college, as well. Magnus is a sophomore in college while his brother, Lysander, is a senior.
Ragnor Fell's parents responded to the document in much the same way since they're close to Hank.
Simon Lewis is the only vampire that is able to attend college. At least, the day courses, given that he's the Daylighter. He is a friend of Alec and Jace.
Title: Sophomore Year
Characters: Magnus, Ragnor
POV: Magnus'
Chapter Song: Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F) by Katy Perry. I think you'll see why later.
"Bane! If you don't get your sorry ass up, I'm breaking into this shabby flat of yours!" This is what I wake up to at six in the morning.
I finally force my head up from my bed to process what the hell is going on.
The idiot knocking on my door is Ragnor, which is ordinary enough, regardless of how annoying that is.
It's six am on a Monday…
Oh, right. The dreaded second week of classes. I've always hated the second week.
The freshmen are always scurrying around campus trying to figure out where the hell to go and the stupid professors are plotting just exactly how to ruin our lives with their pointless lectures.
In fewer words, it's when school actually begins, in my opinion.
I pull myself out of my very comfortable bed, running my fingers through the thick, matted spikes on top of my head.
I groan. It's gonna take forever to do my hair today.
My head suddenly starts pounding, and I find myself wincing at everything.
And the damn sun is too effing bright.
The knocking on the front door continues to grow louder as I stumble around the room, trying to locate my pajama bottoms.
I don't even know why I bother with them, given the fact I put them on around nighttime but, I always take them off before I go to sleep.
I see them in a purple silky bundle in the far corner of the room. I pull them on, gagging at the inertia, before walking out of the room and towards the front of the apartment.
I snatch the door open to find Ragnor Fell, my best friend, in mid knock. He looks way too chipper for it to be a frickin Monday.
"What?" I'm already thoroughly annoyed at this point and suffering from an annoying headache.
"I'm just trying to make sure that you don't miss the first real day of classes. And the first manic wave of hot freshmen trying desperately to find their classes." Ragnor grins devilishly.
This actually does make me smile weakly. I remember last year, when my plan was to ask the hottest kids around for directions. It worked out well for me and them.
This year, as a sophomore in college, I'll have the pleasure of aiding the helpless newbies.
Then, I feel a wave of nausea and feel myself start to sway a bit.
"Easy there, Mag. Are we a little hung over?" Ragnor says, grabbing my shoulders and steadying me.
I groan as I slump into him, trying to steady myself.
"You'll feel better once you start moving around a little." Ragnor says, looking slightly concerned.
"Sit here." He says, pushing me into my fluffy pink arm chair and disappearing into my room. He comes back with a bottle of Advil and hands me one before making a glass of water appear. "You'll feel just fine, Maggie."
"No I won't. My head hurts and you're here, which just makes it worse." I complain, taking the medicine.
"I'm gonna ignore that last bit. And, yeah you will, so get your ass in there and get glittered up" Ragnor says as he dramatically tosses his hair out of his eyes.
"Alright. Give me a few minutes." I demand and, surprisingly, he does. I curl up into the chair and close my eyes against the light filtering into the room from outside.
The medicine kicks in really soon, thankfully making the stupid headache go away.
"You all better?" Ragnor asks after a while, noticing when I finally sit up.
"Yep." I say, running my hands through my mostly matted hair.
"Good because we have duties to fulfill that demand the use of glitter! And, freshman, of course." Ragnor says excitedly.
I laugh and shake my head as I trudge back into my room. Ragnor follows and collapses on my disheveled bed.
"You should definitely wear leather." Ragnor suggests as he lays back onto the pillows.
"I know. But what color?" I think aloud, hand on my hip.
My closet is an organized mess, at best. It's organized to me, at least.
My leather and scarves are on the left side, while my mesh and boots are on the far right. My gloves are at the top of my closet, along with my more regular shoes and so on. Like I said, it's pretty organized.
"How do these look?" I ask, holding out a pair of black leather pants with rhinestones accenting the sides of them.
"Muy caliente, dear." Ragnor replies.
"Stupid. You only call things like food that. Duh." I say as I roll my eyes, which still makes me feel slightly dizzy.
"Stop being a buzz kill Maggie." Ragnor say annoyingly. I hate that stupid little nickname!
I find my sparkly silver Dior v-neck and pull it over head, wincing as some of my spikes get caught.
"That is hawt!" Ragnor exclaims, tugging on the fabric. "Let me guess the brand…" He says as he closes his eyes and waves his hands over the fabric. "Dior!"
"You know it, bitch." I reply, waltzing back over to my closet. "Red or purple?" I hold up two identical mesh shirts.
"Red's nice but, I'd go with purple. It accents your eyes." I contemplate this for a second before throwing the red one to the floor of my closet.
"There's no way that I'm not wearing those combat boots." I say, knowing that Ragnor already knows exactly which pair I'm referring to.
The boots reach mid-calf and they're covered in shiny, silver buckles.
I go to the bathroom to clear my face of any leftover makeup from last night and sit at my huge vanity that's perpetually covered in canisters of glitter and eye shadow.
"I'm thinking rainbow glitter today?" I muse aloud.
"Go for it." Ragnor replies, flipping his phone into the air. He's not really paying attention.
"What has you so occupied today?" I ask lightly.
"I met this chick, Candy, in one of my classes on Friday. I gave her my number but she hasn't called or even texted." He answers, frowning slightly at his phone.
"Aw, Raggie's been rejected? Whatever will he do?" I say, laughing. "And by a Candy, no less?"
"I know, right! I was sure that I was in there when I found out her name. What kind of girl with a name like that doesn't put out?" Ragnor asks what's probably meant to be a rhetorical question.
Too bad, I don't believe in rhetorical. "The kind of girl that's smart enough not to go out with a raging metrosexual jerk-off?" I suggest playfully.
"You're one to talk. You're doing your makeup, for crying out loud. How do girls put up with? The guys, I understand but, the girls? They must be pretty desperate." Ragnor shakes his head, trying to force down his stupid smirk.
"I'll have you know that guy-liner, as you like to refer to it, counts as makeup as well."
I respond, pointedly. Ragnor just sneers at me so, I go back to contemplating shades.
I automatically decide to leave my lips bare except for a thin coat of clear lip gloss.
I decide to put on dark blue eyeliner that fades to black at the outer edges of my eyes. On the top lids, I use the black liner to outline lash line.
Then, I take a deep purple (full of sparkle, of course) and put that over the larger part of my eyelid and top it off with a lighter purple closer to my brow bone.
Over all of that, I add a sheer eye shadow that makes my cat eyes stand out more.
"Couldn't you just do that with magic?" Ragnor asks, standing in the doorway.
"Hell no." I answer automatically. "This, believe it or not, takes massive skill. Skill that I pride myself on, thank you very much." I respond with an eye roll.
Sure, the boy's my best friend but, he can be massively dense sometimes.
Then, I try to recover what spikes I can and make new ones for those are just loss causes. I add a glittery gel to some of them, which just pulls my entire outfit together.
"Are you done being such a queen?" Ragnor asks as I stand up from the vanity.
"That's king to you, peasant." I say, sauntering past him.
"I brought muffins. Though, I'm sure you were too busy yelling at me and looking horrible to notice." Ragnor says, gesturing to a bag on the coffee table.
"Maybe this will be a good day, hangover aside." I rummage through the bag until I find my favorite- Banana Nut Chocolate Chip.
"That reminds me. Who the hell gets drunk on a Sunday, knowing damn well that classes are tomorrow?" He asks wearily.
I decide to ignore him.
I take a bite and don't even bother to suppress the weird moan that follows. "This. Is. Delicious." I fall back into the lime green cushions of my couch.
Ragnor picks up his carrot muffin and lies on the couch in the other direction, resting his feet in my lap.
We fall into a comfortable silence after we make a couple of lattes appear from the café down the street.
I've known Ragnor for years. I have to admit, at first, we were somewhat attracted to each other but, that didn't last long. Our egos are far too big for anything to have come out of it except a really close friendship.
And, don't even get me started on all of the glitter. That never would've worked out.
"I think we should start heading to campus." I don't move to get up, though.
"Maybe we could just skip? We could always get the notes from someone else?" Ragnor's eyes are closed and he's snuggled into the cushions.
"Nope! I have a Shadowhunter to catch!" I say, suddenly far more excited about my day.
"A Shadowhunter? Sounds like trouble, Magnus." Ragnor warns. Trouble with blue eyes, to be exact.
"Ah. Whatever. He's so adorable! You just have to see him to get where I'm coming from." As I say this, I get up and pull Ragnor along with me in one fluid motion.
It doesn't take us long to get to campus and once we do, I see the Lightwood boy walking with that David Lee Roth wannabe and his brother. Jason, I think? I don't know.
"Hot damn, there he is!" I say, inclining my head in his direction.
"Who?" I can tell the moment that Ragnor sees the boy. He gets that fierce look on his face as if he's hunting something. Which, I guess, he is. "My, my. Pretty, isn't he?" Ragnor says appreciatively.
"That he is." I say, unconsciously licking my bottom lip. "Now, what's your assessment of my, ah, situation?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"Screw the Clave. I say go for it. The worse that could happen is he isn't into guys."
"Nah. I think he may be more into guys that even I am, if you get what I'm saying." I say, arching an eyebrow.
"I always knew there had to be some Shadowhunters somewhere that weren't straight." Ragnor says knowingly.
"Yeah but, he's definitely in the closet." I respond. Ragnor gives me a really weird look. "What?" I ask.
"Really? You're gonna go for a Narnian, Magnus?" Ragnor asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Trust me darling, it'll be anything and everything but serious. I'm not sure he could handle any more than that. I mean, look at me. I'm a lot to handle." At this, both Ragnor and I start laughing uncontrollably which draws Alec's (the Shadowhunter boy's) attention behind him.
I let my eyes rake over his form, which causes him to blush oh, so adorably. Ragnor looks him over a bit as well, which makes his face even redder.
I think it's safe to say that this year is gonna be fun. Really fun.
This is my second Malec fic but, I'm exploring with the characters a lot more here since it's AU, which is fun. I like Magnus' and Ragnor's little banter. It reminds me of my best friend and me.
And, I know the song is a little eh for the chapter but, I like it. By the end of this, there should be a nice little playlist of Magnus and Alec that I can put up on my bio or something. If you guys like the songs, that is.
Also, review! I absolutely love hearing from you, no matter how short or long your reviews are! Reviews make me extremely happy!
-Alexis