A/N: So I'm starting a long series of drabbles, all to be contained within this one story, in separate chapters. I'm aiming for around 10 - 100 is such a nice number, but highly unattainable in its' niceness - drabbles to be put here before CoG comes out.

This is just a funny idea that came to me randomly - I was reflecting back on the Twilight Saga - PRE-BD, of course - while writing a chap. of 'Group Therapy', my other story, and then this popped into my mind.

"Don't you dare make yourself feel at home," warned Magnus as he exited the room to answer the doorbell.

Clary flopped down onto one of the radically colored couches in Magnus's living room of sorts, while Jace remained standing, along with Alec. Isabelle had stayed behind at the Institute, on babysitting duty with Max.

Alec shuffled his weight from one foot to the other. The oldest Lightwood still seemed slightly uncomfortable here in Magnus's loft.

"Has anyone else noticed that this entire room is like a tribute to gay pride?" asked Jace, inspecting the multi-colored furniture and the many-hued mismatched furniture. The velvet curtains that were drawn over the wide window were varying shades of purple, ranging from plum to violet. "We could spearhead a whole parade in her-"

"One vampire, present and accounted for," intoned Magnus as he re-entered the room. Behind him trailed Simon. Clary smiled at him.

"So you braved sunlight yet again, mundie," was Jace's choice of greeting.

"You seem unhappy about that. Should I lurk in dark corners, and cringe at the sight of light?" questioned Simon, as he settled down beside Clary.

"If it would mean I'd see less of you, then by all means, please do so." Jace turned away, to face the drawn window.

"Anyone else I need to expect?" Magnus demanded of Jace.

"No," Jace replied, his tone curt. His fingers curled around the edge of the window's curtain.

"I swear it's like I'm running a freakin' hotel," muttered the warlock. He cleared his throat, and said, "Now, we-"

Jace pulled back the curtain. The room was filled with sunlight, rebounding off the large gilded mirror that had been propped against a wall. But it was Magnus who sparkled the most, every inch of his skin glittering like the surface of a diamond. Simon, for one, remained unharmed.

Magnus looked mildly surprised. "Guess I should've used les-"

Clary jumped up, pointing an accusing finger at Magnus.

"I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT!"

"Clary-" Simon tried to get his best friend to calm down, to no avail.

"YOU'RE A CULLEN! A SPARKLY CULLEN!"

"Come again?" Jace quirked an eyebrow inquisitively. "A Cullen? I don't think I've killed one of those before."

Clary made an impatient noise and stamped her foot. "Like Edward Cullen?"

"Pardon?" Everyone wore twin looks of confusion, except for Simon, who was shaking his head with an amused grin on his face.

"The Cullens? Twilight? Does any of this ring the smallest of bells?" Apparently none were rang. "Forks? Vampires?

"Aren't I supposed to sparkle then? Aren't fangs and sparkles a package deal?" Simon asked, barely stopping himself from grinning outright.

"For drag queens, maybe." Jace smirked.

"We have an issue on our hands," Magnus reminded the group, ever so subtlety. "The- Wait. Where'd Alec go?" The warlock spun around, to see Alec standing behind him. The sunlight shone through the window behind Alec, making him more of a silhouette than a flesh-and-blood person. His eyes were on Magnus, as if he were a the most beautiful thing on the planet. They all exchanged glances. Alec payed no attention. Even Magnus seemed a little freaked out, but before anyone could speak, Alec did, in a high, dreamy voice.

"Oh, Magnus - You dazzle me!"

A/N: *rolls around on the floor, clutching ribs, laughing crazily.

Hope you found it as funny as I did when I was writing it.

Review *laugh* please !*gasp for air*