Authors Note
Hi, this is my first fanfiction. The book or characters don't belong to me they all belong to Cassandra Clare.
Warning: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE CLOCKWORK ANGEL, CLOCKWORK PRINCE AND CLOCKWORK PRINCESS BOOKS FROM THE INFERNAL DEVICES SERIES BY CASSANDRA CLARE.
The noise could of been heard from the other side of New York. The cat lay there just to the side of the fallen hat stand, which had fallen with a loud, extremely loud, crash. Magnus got up from where he was sitting to pick up Chairman Meow, who was too lazy to get up himself. "You stupid cat," he said under his breath, just in case, the cat might be able to understand. "You could have broken something." He meant to make himself sound angry, but he never could. Well, not at his cat anyway, there has been many times when Magnus has had arguments or had shouted at other Downworlders. He can remember, quite well actually, when he had thrown a party for Chairman Meow's birthday and a werewolf, one that he could not remember inviting, had a fight, over what Magnus does not know, and it resulted in many scratches and clawmarks and the walls and sofa. He had not realised until the next day, when it was too late to go and demand to go to court for unrightful damage to property. Anyway, even if he had went to court, it would of been a waste of time. The mundanes wold not of done anything to help and he could easily right the damage with his magic.
He turned away and with a flick of his wrist, righted the hat stand. He put the cat on the sofa and took a seat at the wooden table. He summoned a coffee from the local coffee store and magically sent a small amount of money over to the cash register where he had got the hot drink from. He was about to take a drink, when there was a quiet knock on the door, followed by a louder knock ten seconds later then someone was practically trying to knock the door down five seconds after that. Talk about impateint, he thought. He went over and opened the door. A girl, around about sixteen stood there.
She had long black hair and brown eyes. She looked familiar, but he could not point out where he had seen her before. The his eye caught something red and glittering around her neck. It was the necklace he had given as a gift in the 1870's to Will Herondale, on his visit with Miss Tessa Gray to the house near the Thames River in which he was staying in at the time. Will had then given the necklace to Cecily Herondale, his sister before he travelled to Cadar Idris, Wales to save Tessa from The Magister, (latin for the master) Axel Mortmain. So that means the girl must be releated to Cecily and Gideon. No wait, he thought, did she marry the other one. What was his . No Gabriel, definately Gabriel. He could never tell the difference between them two, and he still can't. Anyway, of course she looked familiar. If she had blue eyes she would of been the mirror image of Cecily.
"Yes?" Magnus asked. "Hi, I'm Isabelle Lightwood." She was a Lightworm, Magnus thought. She had said very little, but Magnus could tell that from the way she dressed, and the way that she had pushed past Magnus to make her way into his apartment and into the kitchen, that she was as over confident as any Herondale. Magnus followed her into the kitchen, perplexed. "Would you like to come in?" Magnus asked, with just a teeny amount of sarcasm. If Isabelle noticed the comment, she ignored it. "You are Magnus Bane, right. " Magnus just stood there too shocked to speak. A Shadowhunter, a Lightworm, has just barged into his apartment and has then needed to confirm that he, Magnus Bane, was the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Magnus had never been more insulted in his life. Well there was this one time in Peru...
Isabelle did not wait for an answer, "Look, I don't care if you have an appointment with the head of the local demon cult or something, I need you help."
