Random idea I've had forever (well when I started reading the books) and it will hopefully get better later on so, enjoy.
"What do you want Magnus?" Blake groaned as he picked up the cellphone, really wishing he had never given the warlock his number.
"How long will it take you and Lyndsei to get to New York?" he asked through the line.
Blake sighed, looking at the clock on the floor. "Thirty, forty minutes tops. Depends on what you need us for," he mumbled sleepily, rolling off his bed and grabbing his Razor. "And if she wants to co-operate and wake up." He opened his bedroom door, stepping over the bodies that had fallen asleep on the floor the night before. The cold air hit him as he stepped into the hallway, making the half naked teenager shiver as he slid down the hallway across the hardwood floor.
Finally he reached the door he was looking for, silently cracking it open until he could slip inside. The black haired male crept over to the bed on his right, gently shaking the red haired teen who's hair was sprawled across her blue pillow. She jolted up and Blake put his free hand over her mouth, before gesturing towards the door with his head. Lyndsei nodded, shoving he covers off before following him out of her room.
Blake had to ignore the fact all she had on was a pair of men's sleep pants, her hair draping over her breast, which, normally, wouldn't be a bad thing but he was currently on the phone with someone who would know if they started anything.
They slipped into the abandoned library, Blake throwing his old ragged sleep hoodie at her to put on before he put Magnus on speaker. "Well, what do you need us for?" the seventeen year old asked in her high alto voice, all her irritation of being woken up directed towards Magnus.
"Pack of Erqigdlits," Magnus answered. "Possibly brought up by Psoglav."
Blake sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "And the Shadow Hunters aren't on this why?" he questioned.
Both of them noticed the defensive edge when Magnus spat back at them. "Because, they have no idea what they're dealing with, nor how to kill either."
"Fine, give us fifty minutes, we'll be there," Lyndsei told him. Blake ended the call. "Guess we're going to New York."
Blake nodded, "Guess so."