Magnus had been feeling awful since the day before Alec had been summoned to Idris for Shadowhunter business. Alec, stubborn lovely Alec had tried to stay back with Magnus to care for him, but the warlock would not have that. After hours of reassuring that he would be fine and well, that he had taken care of himself for hundreds of years beforehand, Alexander had agreed. A worried crease in his brow. Magnus was glad he was away now, because the illness only seemed to be getting worse. Warlocks did not normally contract illnesses, unless they were of the magical kind. This seemed to be the case, with a sigh he stood. Stumbling into the kitchen with a sniffle of his clogged nose.
Chairman Meow looked up from his nap on the window sill above the kitchen sink, yawning as he stood, his back arched in a stretch before he leapt off the sill to meet Magnus at the countertop. With a sigh, Magnus patted the tabby's head before lifting him off the countertop. The cat was content to wind himself around the warlocks legs as he warmed up some water for a herbal tea. Magnus muttered under his breath, grumpy.
"This is what happens when I help Shadowhunters, I make enemies. I haven't the time for enemies." He didn't mean his harsh grumbles, it was the illness getting to him. He hated feeling weak and drained. As his complaints steadily went on, there was a knock on the front door. Magnus frowned for a moment, hoping it wasn't the Herondale boy visiting him. One could only stand Jace for so long. The boy reeked of arrogance. Walking towards the front room in his bright green alien slippers, he pulled open the door with an exaggerated huff. Camille. Perfect. Just what he needed right now. Camille flashes her perfect smile, a long time ago that dazzling grin made Magnus' heart leap, but now he just glowered. She pushed past him with a chuckle.
"So it's true. The High Warlock of Brooklyn has fallen ill." Her tone made it evident she found this amusing. Magnus shook his head.
"Hello Camille, yes I am doing alright though I do seem a bit under the weather thank you for your concerns. How are you? oh brilliant." He responded dryly, plopping himself down on the couch. She rolled her eyes, waving a hand in a dismissive way.
"Oh please. Dont be so dramatic." He scowled again at her obvious uncaring nature. Of course she was a vampire, a very old vampire. Frankly he shouldn't have been surprised at her cold attitude.
"Is there something you'd like Camille?" Magnus asked after a moment of silence. She smirked again, sitting delicately on the edge of another chair across from him. Delicate. Camille seemed very delicate, an innocent lady. She was far from it, and she used that misunderstanding extremely well.
"Well yes actually, I thought you'd never asked." She mused lightly, crossing her ankles. "It would seem I need to find a certain someone, I thought you would be best at that." He sighed, a locater spell. He doubted he'd even be able to do that in his current condition.
"I could try... but I am feeling very drained of power at the moment Lady Belcourt. Perhaps we could reschedule this?" He asked hopefully, but Camille would not have visited him when she knew of his sickness unless she wanted it done promptly. The vampiress pursed her lips, clearly not thrilled. It had taken only a slip second for her features to change of one of endearment to one of growing irritation. She never had had a good temper.
"I came today because I need the spell completed today. I'm sure you are able to do a simple location spell." Her tone was a near sneer, which almost shocked Magnus. She did not talk to him with such venom often. She sensed his shock and collected herself, running a hand through her blonde hair. Her green eyes gazing at him, betraying no emotion.