I sit my daughter Clary down on the couch "don't move, I'll be right back" I put my hand on her shoulder her green eyes are wide as she nods abruptly. I got to grab my bag for the trip, and when I return, Clary's gone, "Clary? I told you not to move" I sigh, as I got to look for my daughter. "Sorry Mummy..." I hear her, is she in the kitchen? I follow the sound of her voice, she is in the kitchen, and by the looks of it she has been in the fridge.
"Clary, what's on your face?" I go up to her and take a bit of the brown substance off her cheek. I cautiously lick my finger, to taste it. Chocolate. "Clary, you know what chocolate does to you" I pick up the small child and rest her on my cheek, I grab my bag. "Alright let's go" I mutter to myself "bye Luke, we'll be right back. We're off to Magnus'. We should be an hour" I call out. Luke pops his head around the corner "Bye good luck. See you later. Clary Behave" he smiles, Clary lets out a small giggle. "Bye bye, Luckey" she grins.
Luke's truck is waiting out on the street. I walk down to the truck; the bitter cold breeze tickles my bare hands and face. Clary cuddles closer. The truck door is heave as I pull it open, Clary's mess of a seat waits in the back.
"Clary you have to let go of me now" I say, the clingy child wraps her arms around me tighter. "Clary..." I say slightly annoyed, trying to pull her away from me. 'No" she squealed, "Clary, please" I plead, "No I don't wanna", "We need to leave, now" I finally get her off me and put her in the car seat. "Mummy!" she screams, as I belt her up "Clary, now's not the time" I close the door; she lets out a screech in the car. Please Clary, I thought to myself, no tantrums, now is not the time.
"41, 42, 43, 44, 45" Clary counted the stairs "70! We made it mummy!" she squealed in excitement, "And we're still late, Chairman Meow is waiting" I said. Clary once again squealed, running over to the gray tabby cat sitting on the door mat outside Magnus' apartment. 'Hello Mr. Meow" Clary said patting his head.
'Chairman Meow" said a voice "doesn't like pats, especially on his head, very fussy that cat is" Magnus explained to Clary, whose mouth was wide open in fascination, then turning to me he said "Your late! I expected more from you Mrs. Fray" I mumbled a quick apology, we all stepped forward to enter the house, Magnus and I step back to let Clary and chairman (who was in Clary's arms) through the door.
When I get inside the place is a mess, completely trashed, "What-" I began, "Happened?" Magnus asked. I looked around more "Let me guess, another one of your parties?" I ask. "Um, yeah" Magnus replied "A Pretty good one if I May say so myself" he said proudly.
"Tea?" he asked, I shook my head. "No, ok, coffee then?' he asked, once again I shook my head again, "No? Bacardi, Wine, Champaign?" he insists, I shook my head again "No thank you, just water thanks" Clary pops her head around the corner "Mine, Wine, Mine, Wine" she chanted.
"No Clary" I shook my head, "Not for you", "Jocelyn, you can't deprive a child of such a magnificent liquid", "You can in the 21st century Magnus", "Let's get back to business, where's Clary" I change the subject. Magnus sits down in the large armchair, "Well aren't you going to go find her" he asked, pulling the leaver up letting the footrest swing up. "Do you always have to be so lazy Magnus?" I smile, "Well not really" he replies with a simple wave of his hand "I'm Just conserving my energy, magic is tiring"