"I can't believe you're actually making me wear this." Alec Lightwood scowled as he adjusted the silver breastplate, "I look ridiculous."
"You look fine." His sister, Isabelle, rolled her eyes at him, "Like a knight in shining armor."
Izzy checked over her own "medieval-themed" costume and as much as Alec wanted to drape a jacket over her to protect her from prying eyes, he had learnt -the hard way- not to interfere in his sister's wardrobe choices. As for himself, he was dressed head-to-toe in a suit of armor, chain-mail and everything, which made walking next to impossible. His favorite part of the whole ensemble had to be the helmet; at least he could hide his face until he could leave the party.
Thank the Angel Jace wasn't here, otherwise Alec would be humiliated for life. Alec scowled once more. Jace was gone again, off with Clary. He wasn't jealous. No, he wasn't. He had no reason to be. Jace was more like a brother, anyways.
At least, that's what he tried to tell himself.
Half the reason he was going to the stupid party was because of Izzy's blackmail, though, if Alec was telling the truth, he had only given half-hearted excuses in response. It was childish, but Alec wanted to prove he could have fun without the frustratingly-good-looking-stupidly-perfect-sadly-not-dyed-blonde-boy. He was regretting the decision already, as he sat sweltering in the cab with his sister.
"We're here." Izzy shot him an excited grin as the cab lurched to a stop, "Let's go!"
She had already bounded up the steps, surprisingly lithe in her purple gown, as Alec payed the cabbie. The door opened just as Alec had reached the top step.
He wasn't completely sure if the person standing in front of him was male or female, or human for that matter. He/She/It seemed to glow, literally, as if they had been doused in the fluorescent stuff in glow sticks, their costume unrecognizable.
"Shadowhunters?" It raised an eyebrow, the maniac-like grin never leaving it's lips as Izzy nodded, "Well, I don't think this is the place for you guys, sorry. This one's for Downworlders."
He made a move to close the door, but Izzy stuck her foot inside, her tone incredulous, "We were invited!"
The door opened again, but this time by a man with yellow, cat-like eyes, while the It stood behind him. Alec's own eyes widened as the man smiled.
He had a dragon beanie on his head, dark hair sticking out in all directions as if he hadn't bothered to brush it. If Alec looked closely, -which he wasn't, he was denying it!- he could see flecks of glitter sticking to the strands. He wore a suit, made completely out of some shimmery red material, like scales. On his feet were a pair of fluffy, blue slippers, like dragon's feet.
"Of course you were, Isabelle. Féorin didn't realize." His eyes landed on Alec, "And who is this?"
"My brother, Alec." She turned to him, "Alec, this is Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn."
If i was any good at art, i'd draw you a picture of what i imagine Magnus would look like, but honestly i suck.
Might make another chapter to this, but that all depends on if people like this chapter. *cough* Reviews! *cough* Drop me a line on how you think the next chapter should go, if you have one.
Anyways, i hope you enjoyed!