Glitter in the Library
Please be nice this is my first ever FanFiction.
The characters in this belong to Cassandra Clare
Everything J.K. Rowling
Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Why is glitter so distracting?
The library was normally a good place for Alec to work in; it was quiet, especially compared to the Gryffindor common room; no one bothered him and if he got "his" table (right at the back of the library between two bookshelves that no one seems to use) he can spread his papers around him in an organised chaos that no one else seems to understand. Alec was normally a very tidy person but when it came to studying mess was the way forward. It was one of those days where every teacher had given them 2 scrolls of parchment due within the next week.
Why is ancient runes a thing? Alec thinks to himself while staring at his runes dictionary, maybe if I move onto my Defence Against the Dark Arts work and come back to Ancient Runes work I'll be on a roll and ill get it done quicker. Alec reaches into his bag to bring out his DADA work, quickly realising that he'd left it in his dorm with the plan to do it tomorrow, damn!
Too distracted cursing himself for actually trying to organise his work, vowing never to again, he doesn't notice the figure coming towards him and jumps when he hears a cough coming from behind him. Causing him to turn round to see where it came from, apparently it had come from a very striking Ravenclaw.
"Sorry" though his voice sounded sincere with apology, the shaking shoulders and reddening of the cheeks and giant grin said differently.
"N. its fine, my fault for being distracted…." Alec stopped himself. He'd stuttered, Alec never stuttered he was always composed and calm. He was known as the strong, silent (or as his friends would describe him "brooding", to which Alec would point out that he wasn't a 19th century protagonist from a gothic novel), dark haired Gryffindor quidditch player. Alec also realised that he was grinning back at this guy, why was he grinning? Stop grinning, you're not Simon. Simons the smiley one, Jace smoulders and you brood. But he couldn't help himself something about this guy in front of him, with his yellowy-green eyes that were currently looking amused in Alec's direction, black hair that swept up and was somehow managing to defy gravity and seemed to be sparkling, is that glitter?
Alec blinked, then blinked again, and once more. How long had he been staring, it hadn't been that long had it? Please say it hadn't been that long.
"Umm…." Alec felt like he needed to cough just to give himself time to try and come up with a sentence with actually words and not sounds. "Do you need one of the books from this section?"
"I was hoping to sit down actually, Pincey-Kins can't see this far back."
"Pincey-Kins?"
"It's my pet name for her," his grin widened at this, if that was possible.
"You've given a pet name to the librarian?" Alec had snapped out of his haze and was staring at the stranger with an eyebrow raised as a way of asking if this man was mad.
"It's one of those nicknames that you know the person hates so you use it just to annoy them, you get what I mean?" With two siblings around his age Alec knew exactly what he meant. "You going to let me sit down? This bag is very heavy and my feet are aching from standing here while you stared at the awesomeness that is me." He swept his hands in a motion from his head down to his feet. Alec's eyes decided to follow this motion.
Alec blushed, crap he'd noticed, it wasn't a subtle blush either, it was the kind that was in your face and neck.
"Yeah…sure…just a sec." That's when Alec noticed how messy his mess was. He had parchment all over the table, he had some on the other chair and unless he wanted a stranger to sit on his work he'd need to move them, and papers spread all across the table. How can one person accumulate so much mess? And for one subject? And in such a short period of time.
Alec really wish he knew a spell that would neatly pile up your paper. Instead he swept the papers into his arms and held them between his two hands, Merlin he looked like such an idiot! He slowly turned to look at the Ravenclaw who had managed to fluster the unflusterable Alec Lightwood.
"I love your organisational skills, top notch"
Why is he still standing?
"I'm guessing as a Ravenclaw all your work is organised in neat piles with subjects in alphabetical order"
Yes! Not one stutter!
"Neat piles yes but not alphabetical, I keep then in the order I have the lessons."
Alec had to laugh, why was this guy so easy to talk to? Alec was normally awkward around people when he first met them.
"Alec Lightwood," holding out his hand.
"Magnus Bane," Magnus replies as he sat down in the chair, "I know who you are, Gryffindors' number one beater." Once he'd sat down he took Alec's hand.
To say Alec's hand tingled when Magnus took it would be an understatement, it was more like a jolt that went right up his arm and made his brain fuzzy, made worse by looking into Magnus' eyes.
How long is a socially acceptable handshake? And when you stop shaking hands does that mean you're just holding hands? Wow he has pretty eyes.
Hope you like the story :D
Im hoping to try and make this a long story