Authors note: Hey to whoever is reading! In the beginning of this story I wanted the view point to be all seeing. But now that I've started, I think that I will switch it up sometimes to characters views. I hope by doing this it will make things more interesting. And in this chapter I do believe exciting things will happen. Magnus Bane anyone? So please read and review! (And let me know if this is confusing or not) -Aria
Jessamine had just led Tessa to her room, moreover a pastel nightmare, but it was still gorgeous and very much Jessamine. She was watching Jess brush her satiny locks when they heard a commotion down the hall. They decided to peek and couldn't believe what they witnessed…
"Will, you look wretched! What happened? Are you drunk—"Jem wrinkled his nose. "You are aren't you? That would explain the smell…" he trailed off.
"My dear Jem, I do believe that I am perfectly fine. And this is my natural scent." He managed to say this in between wiping his forehead of sweat. He started digging his nails into his palm, releasing them to show blood. And then something shocking happened. He just fell to the ground with a thump. All muscle and toned limbs in a big cold heap, shallow breathing only faintly heard. Jessamine's eyes were as big as saucers, so Tessa assumed this wasn't a normal thing that happened.
"What should we do?" she asked Jem whose face looked pale as milk.
"Get Magnus, get Magnus now!" She scurried off to find help. All the while Tessa couldn't help but stare at the two men in front of her. Jem was a slender young man, but still well muscled. He wasn't as big as Will but he had a sort of beauty to him. While Will was all angles and sinewy muscle, Jem was skinnier and had a lovely slant to his light brown eyes. The only commonality between the two was dark black hair. Except Wills hair seemed to be the exact shade of black licorice I obsereved I couldn't help myself but stare at the two of them. Both were so different, but yet they both held some sort of fluid grace. I hoped that everything would be alright, because so far my arrival hasn't been the greatest Tessa thought. She decided to go back into Jessamine's room until everything cleared up.
Magnus' point of view
My attire was unusually drab today to match the usual drab London night. Coming to the Institute always brought excitement into my life. And I am most likely sure that I received a fire letter of "utmost importance" because the dashing William Herondale caught something on fire, again. For a boy with such an angelic face he could really cause trouble. I walked into the Institute and was led to the infirmary by Charlotte, even though I've been to the infirmary enough times to be considered the personal doctor.
"What seems to be the problem? Where was he before he came back from the Institute?"
"He was drinking and he came back from the Devils Tavern." Jem huffed and rubbed his brown eyes. "Do you think he has alcohol poisoning?"
"Well, from the looks of it I would say yes, but it seems to be something else too." I reached out and touched Will. He was burning up almost as if he was being consumed by fire… "Of course! He was poisoned with a mixture of demon liquors. It was probably that fairy waitress; she's had the eyes for will the first time he set foot in there. Too bad he didn't see it coming."
"Is he going to be alright?"
"Maybe, he is going to need a while to recover. And he is going to have to drink a series of unpleasant potions." I rubbed my chin thoughtfully. "I do believe that his condition is quite serious; maybe it will teach him a lesson. But I doubt it." "Very well then, I might as well begin. Jem you are going to have to leave. He wouldn't want you to see him in this condition, I'm sure that if—I mean when he recovers, his ego will take time to heal over." I let out a sad dry laugh.
"I suppose. Take good care of him Magnus." And with that the brown eyed boy left. I stood there sullen, feeling terrible that I gave him so much hope about his friend. I've always been an idealist.