Well!
A new story M?
One with actual chapters?
Are you really gonna update it?
Is it 2:26 in the morning?
Yes. Yes it is.
-(This Could Have Ended Better)-
Alec Lightwood slammed the door shut behind him and kicked his worn boots off.
"Alec? Could you help me?" Magnus called. Sighing, Alec padded off toward the bedroom.
Magnus was in quite a pickle. He wasn't quite sure how he got himself into this mess. One moment he was leafing through one of the assorted spell books in his room, the next he was... like this.
"Oh. Magnus? What- How- who- huh?" Alec's face was simply adorable when he was flustered. Said boy shook his head and rubbed his eyes.
"How did you manage this one?" Alec asked, clearly disturbed. He was also blushing, that adorable shadowhunter.
"I haven't the faintest. One moment I was trying to find a recipe for an elderly werewolf who needed a pair of- never mind." He said, noticing Alec's disturbed expression. "Anyway, I was just waiting for the potion to cool when I decided to read through," he paused to glance at the booklet on his desk. "Evergrist's best spells. I picked up the potion, which was cooled by now, and tripped over that damned cat. I spilled it all over myself and almost wrecked a pair of Armani dress shoes. Pity." Magnus seemed a bit lost in thought for a moment, then shrugged.
"Can't you reverse it?" Alec asked, worried. "I mean, with all these spell books, there's got to be a cure or antidote or something." The Shadowhunter's eyes flickered across the various tomes lining the walls.
"No."
"What?"
"I can't reverse it Alec. I've tried. Twice, I believe" Magnus' eyes held a small hint of sadness.
"Why not?"
"Because certain speeds cannot be lifted off a warlock who cast them upon them self. Even by accident."
"So I need to find another Warlock to take the spell off you. I'll call Izzy. I think she dated one once." Alec was already flipping open his phone and walking out of the room.
-(This Could Have Ended Better)-
Isabelle was not enjoying herself. First off, Jace took her IPhone. Then he stuck her with training duty for Clary. To top it all off, she had broken a nail. Bad day overall.
-(This Could Have Ended Better)-
Jace sat reading a silly mundane book about Hobbits with rings when his phone buzzed. Sorry, not his phone. It was Izzy's as he had stolen it about an hour ago.
"Hello. Iz isn't in. Can I take a message?" He asked pleasantly.
"Jace?" Alec's slightly worried voice rang over the small device.
"Yeah. I thought it would be obvious. I do have an amazingly charming voice. What do you want Alec? I just found out that Gandalf is color coded. I mean really, 'the Grey' 'the White'? What?" Alec exhaled loudly through his nose.
"Jace, where's Izzy? I need to talk to her."
Just then, Jace's door flew open and Isabelle stormed in.
"Isabelle's currently giving me this really scary look." Jace said narrowing his eyes at her scowling features. She stuck her tongue out at him like the mature teenager she was.
"Whatever. Look, I need help." Alec said, slightly (very) exasperated. Jace rolled his eyes and pressed the 'speaker phone' option.
"Loud and clear. What ails you, brother?"
"Jace, not funny." Isabelle said tossing one of her inky black pigtails behind her.
"I need you two to find a warlock for me." Alec was clicking his stele against Magnus' coffee table to an irregular beat
"Don't you already have one?" Jace asked, being the cocky blonde he usually was. Isabelle shoved him over and plopped down on his bed
"Well, Magnus is kinda, umm, he's sorta.." Alec trailed off biting his lip.
"What? What is going on?" Isabelle questioned, leaning forward towards the phone a fraction.
"Magnus accidentally turned himself into a girl."
-(This Could Have Ended Better)-
Scene!
Yup. That's what's happening. I'll probably update this weekend. Or maybe Tomorrow. (Sorry, later today.)
Reviews welcome with open arms!
Lollipops and candy corn,
I.A.O.P.