"MAGNUS BANE THE HIGH WARLOCK OF BROOKLYN HAS ARRIVED, HOLD THE APPLAUSE" a smug looking man with spiky black hair and a slender body, which was currently set in an awkward position that was half a lunge forward and half a lean back, said in a loud, commanding voice that seemed to be the norm for him from the way he carried himself.
"Magnus, please come in" a very agitated President Coriolanus Snow breathed, letting out a slow, deep sigh in the process. He laid his head on the top of his large wooden desk and appeared to be hitting it over and over again on its surface.
"What`s wrong Coriolanus?" Magnus asked as he stalked from the doorway he was posed dramatically against to the desk his old friend was seated at "not happy to see me?" Magnus placed his hands firmly on the desk`s edge to steady himself, as he looked awfully drunk.
"No, I am always ecstatic to see you Magnus," he started, pushing himself off of his desk to look at Magnus, but stopped mid-sentence as he noticed he had started to tilt slightly to the left. "Magnus" he snapped, noticing Magnus starting to slip off of the desk with a dreamy expression as he glanced around the room "Magnus are you drunk?"
"Noimnut!" Magnus slurred angrily, his eyes slowly making contact with Coriolanus` again. He straightened himself up and tried to speak clearly. "No I`m not" he said again, with perfect diction "so what do you need from me?"
"Now you`re to the point?" Coriolanus asked, eyeing Magus nervously. Magnus flashed one of his famous smiles as Coriolanus fought the urge to hit his head on the desk once more. "I need you to do to what you did to that girl, Clary, to a boy."
"What`s his name?" Magnus asked impatiently, once again examining his finger nails that today, were painted a pretty gold color that seemed to be popular around these parts for whatever reason.
"Peeta Mellark" Coriolanus, who was looking at Magnus full on now spat like the very taste of the name, sickened him.
"I`ll do what I can" Magnus said, but his playful look had vanished in an instant, replaced by a grim and solemn one "but I`ll worn you it is dark and terrible magic that, if gone awry, may ruin him forever and replace him with a boy changed beyond recognition."
"I know" Coriolanus said curtly, nodding his head as he waved Magnus away with a whoosh of his hand "no go, he`s down the hall, second door to the left."