Magnus Bane was never a warlock to dwell on the past, even though the past was only a few short days ago. This time was different, this time, he couldn't let go of the Herondale boy. Normally he would have some wine and feel sorry for himself but be over it in a day. It had almost been a week when there was a loud banging on his door. "What, what, what is it!" Magnus was shouting at whoever was making his hangover worse. The banging continued until he opened the door to the man he yearned to see, William Herondale. "Magus" he said, he had been crying and that's not him, EVER. "William, dear, what's wrong" the warlock asked, gesturing in the young shadowhunter. "Nothing, I just, all that work for her to reject me." He stated, angry and disappointed. "Oh darling" Magnus said, pulling him into an embrace, "it'll be alright, it's okay." He said, stroking the boy's hair. And till the dawn he calmed the boy, and as the sun rose, Magnus found his closure.
(This is my first challenge fic, i know it's late i had a lack of inspiration for a long time, we've started the next one)
