Alec didn't know the first thing about raising a child, regardless of the act that that very child was a warlock. In his fresh twenty one years of life, he knew a lot of things about different kinds of stuff (like the history of his blood or the easiest way to kill an Elapid demon) but there were only three things that he knew right now. The first thing was that the sleeping girl in his arms had been tortured, hurt, felt hopeless, all before the age of three. In second, despite all that, she was still breathing evenly and sleeping almost peacefully in his large Shadowhunter arms that looked like they could suffocate her. And lastly, he would do absolutely anything in his power to make sure little Madzie felt safe, loved, and cared for for every minutes of the rest of her life.

The first few months had been very hard with all the constant bickering with the Clave, his own mother, even Jace at own point. The only one who seemed to not have some kind of "advice" on what he should do with Madzie instead of "wasting his life away on a warlock child" was his sister. She absolutely adored Madzie, and the feeling seemed to be mutual, where Alec would come back to his and his siblings personal hall (requested back when all that mess with Clary and Valentine was going on) to find the two giggling about whatever girls giggle about. To be honest it was just nice to hear Madzie laugh, since she hadn't been very happy since Alec took her in.

He remembered the fear in her eyes from that day, at him, at the man who was not saving a orphan from her abuser but instead to her he was the man that was taking her away from her Nana. The only place and person she had ever known, the place that had raised her despite raising her through hell and bruises on her arms and shame in her gills. He had been calm, kneeling down to wait for her to walk toward him, letting her see that he wasn't going to hurt her. From that moment, the moment where that little girl had put her heart and trust in him, she was always at his side. She was hesitant to Jace and she didn't like Maryse even after the woman accepted that the warlock would be her granddaughter and was just happy to have a grandchild. But Izzy she just seemed to click with, maybe because Izzy had been the first person she had seen before Alec, the one who had killed the demon attacking Madzie's at the tie stand in nanny.

But almost a year later, Madzie was beaming. She talked a little more, she appeared to be quiet even before all of what happened so Alec didn't take her reserved nature for anything a matter of concern. She smiled at the familiar faces of the Institute as they pass and say hello, she let Maryse and Izzy take her shopping just last weekend, and she had even given Clary a drawing of Alec. Although the yellow skin was a bit unflattering if he did say so himself.

It wasn't until this morning that Alec had even remembered the part of Madzie that he had been so fearfully avoiding, her magic. She was a warlock after all, and you'd think with everyone in his life reminding him of that he wouldn't avoid it. It wasn't because he was scared of her or her abilities, and he certainly wasn't prejudice against that side of her, her gills made her apart of who she was. No, in all reality he was scared that he wouldn't be able to give her what she needed, the skill set or the teachings on how to use it, and she would want someone else to take of her. Someone more fitted to take care of a young, very powerful, warlock and definitely not a barely young adult Shadowhunter whose only experience with warlocks had been textbooks.

But this morning when her bedroom TV turned on with the volume too high and her nervous jump shook the entire house, large golden waves of magic had bursted through the Institute knocking out every computer system they had for a solid 30 seconds before the backup generators kicked in. That's when his mother, surprisingly, explained that he might want to send her to a Downworld school to teach her how to control her "impulses".

That's how he ended up outside Hotel Du Mort, knocking politely actually hoping for Simon to come and speak to him. The only three Downworlders he knew personally were Luke Garroway (who was on a vacation with Clary's mother at the current moment), Raphael, and Simon. The likelihood of finding either vampire at the hotel was high, but for some odd, inexplicable reason he hopped to see the latter this time around.

He was let in and he had barely even put one foot in the goddamn door before Simon had started running his mouth. "Hey Alec, how are you? What are you doing here, I didn't know that you'd be stopping by. What can I do for you? Is Izzy okay? Is Clary-"

"Simon please just stop talking." Alec said with a roll of his eyes.

"Sorry." Simon said.

"Look, I need some advice. Do you or Raphael know about any schools for Warlocks?" Alec said, quick and straight to the point, something Simon isn't very good at.

"Warlocks? You mean like for Madzie? How is she? Probably a bit low on the voodoo, huh? Anyway, I think I can like, actually help you out there. There's this guy that comes in every couple of weeks, to do like double checking on wards and stuff, sometimes he helps Raphael on things. Not sure really what though, I think they go back you know, they might be old immortal pals or something. But yeah he definitely mentioned a school once though, I talked to him he's nice enough." Simon was walking around aimlessly as he rambled.

"What's his name?" Alec asked, exasperated already without having been there more than ten minutes.

"I think it was Michael or something, I'm not sure, but he's easy on the eyes that guy. If you like that kind of thing, that is, easy. Not that he's easy, he's actually kinda tough skinned, he wears a lot of glitter though-" Simon would continue on like this for an hour if Alec didn't put him and himself out of their miseries by interrupting him.

"Simon." Alec growled getting the vampire's attention. "His name."

Simon clapped, as if he had an epiphany and then he laughed. "That's right. His name. His name was uh, oh yeah, Magnus Bane."

"Thank you." He said turning around and walking out the door ignoring Simon's goodbye as he slammed the door behind him. He had enough of rambling vampires for a whole year, let alone this day, and he would hopefully spend his night reading up on this Bane guy.