New York, around 1900
Magnus was standing at a window, watching people moving by. His thoughts drifted back to when he was in London and he sighed. He missed them, those silly Shadowhunters. Yes, he still missed them.
It had been I while since he had last had contact with them. He shook his head and went into his living room, where he sat down on a big, comfy sofa which had a dark blue colour. This dark blue reminded him of something and as he remembered a grin scampered over his face. Will's eyes had almost the same colour. An idea came to his mind and he hurried, almost ran to his desk.
London, a few days later
"Dad?"
Will looked up from the book he was reading and saw his son standing in the door.
"Here is a letter for you. Mother said I should give it to you", James said.
"A letter? Bring it here, please."
James gave him the letter and looked at him curiously.
Will glanced at the letter and he smiled.
"Dad, mother reacted exactly the same way. Who is this letter from?" James looked at his father with big, gold eyes.
"From an old friend", Will answered. "Would you please leave me alone?"
James made a grimace and left his father grudgingly.
Will had recognized the handwriting immediately. It was Magnus Bane's. It was at least five years ago he last heard of the warlock. What did he want? He opened the envelope and took out the folded paper.
Dear William,
I know it's been a while. But I just thought of you silly, little Shadowhunters. Do not ask me why, you just came into my mind and I recently realized that my sofa has exactly the same colour as your eyes, even if your eyes shine brighter. I'm writing to you, Will, because I think I get along the best with you, out of all Shadowhunters. Does this sound wrong? And even if it does, I won't be sorry about it, not even a tiny bit. How are you, back in London? I hope everything is alright.
I am pretty fine, if you want to know. I'm living in a nice house in New York. New York is wonderful. Maybe you have the possibility to come here one day?
Say your family hello from me.
Sincerely,
Magnus Bane
PS: Remember that night in Camille Belcourt's house, when you thought I had kissed you and I told you that you're hallucinating? Actually, you weren't hallucinating. I did kiss you.
PSS: On your lips.
Will put down the letter laughing. "That idiot", he murmured. "An idiot of a warlock." And he sat in his chair, until his son came back in and found his father giggling and tears of laughter streaming down his face.
