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When Magnus finally got home from his first day of school, his flat was much messier than he'd left it. He had a thing about the flat being neat, almost as if he could tidy up his life by tidying the house.
He crept through the mess, pushing open doors to find his mother. She wasn't there, that much became obvious. She'd left behind the evidence of her day though- there was a glass on the carpet of the main room and Magnus was thankful for the material saving the glass's fall and therefore saving him from picking up the remains. He got a damp cloth from the kitchen to scrub at the floor and soaked up the alcohol. He hated this.
Once his flat was clean again, he looked in the fridge to see if he still had some pasta left. As a general rule when Magnus made a meal, he made enough to last a few days and kept it in the fridge or maybe even froze it. Sometimes he never actually got to eat it, as he mother tended to occasionally eat the entire contents of the fridge when he was at school.
Deciding it was definitely too early to eat, Magnus passed his mother's door and pushed into his own bedroom. Despite it being tiny, Magnus liked his room. With both his own bed and Elysia's crib in the room, plus Magnus's wardrobe, the room was very full up. The walls were a brilliant light blue but in the corners the paint was peeling.
He also had a small set of drawers next to his bed, which were mostly full of things for Elysia. On top he had an old CD player, and a few CDs he'd found in cheap shops. One of his favourites was a CD by a band called Cobra Starship as it made him feel better on days like this. He pressed play on the machine, ignoring the whirring noise it made and turned the volume up.
He sat down on his bed to draw, just doodling and letting his mind wander. His mind went straight to the cute boy, Emilia's friend, Alec. Magnus wasn't good with names, but he remembered Alec's. He also remembered his blush and those bright, open blue eyes.
There was no way Magnus was in a good place to have an interest in anyone, especially not in cute blue-eyed boys. He'd seen Alec later getting into his car with some younger students, and seen his eyes soften as he interacted with them. Magnus did not need to develop a silly crush on a boy who clearly had his life sorted, and probably wouldn't even look at Magnus twice. Magnus knew that eventually everyone left, so Magnus left people before they could. That was how he worked.
He sighed with frustration at his own stupidity and went to find some dinner.
He didn't bother waiting up for his mother to return, because God knows where she was, and instead got an early night. Curling into his cold sheets and willing himself to fall asleep quickly.
The next day, Magnus's mother still wasn't home. Magnus wasn't particularly worried by this, and instead took advantage of it by singing to himself as he got ready for school. He was sure that today was going to be a good day.
He remained in his positive mood despite the fact that the first person he saw upon reaching school was Alec. He had his arm linked with Emilia's other friend (Aline, maybe?) and they were both laughing. Magnus felt a twinge of jealously and frowned at himself. He would not let this boy effect him.
Instead he headed for his new form room and found Ragnor. His new friend grinned at him in greeting.
"Nice shirt," He complimented and Magnus patted his glittery black shirt affectionately, "Thanks,"
Magnus had double French first and to his annoyance had lost his map. He figured it had probably fallen out in his room, and set out to wonder round until he found his classroom. By some miracle he wasn't late, but he did appear to be the last one there.
He apologised to the teacher and looked up in search of a spare seat. There was a row free at the back, only a boy looking down at his notebook frequenting the hard seats. Magnus asked if he could sit, admiring the shine to the boy's dark hair.
He looked up and Magnus wanted to hit himself. Of course it was Alec. Who else had gorgeous awfully cut hair like that. But he had no choice now, he couldn't exactly change his mind now he'd asked.
"Uh y-yeah sure," Alec stuttered and pulled out the seat for Magnus. Magnus grinned, who said chivalry was dead? Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, as long as he could avoid looking into those beautiful blue eyes. Which was obviously easier said than done.
"We didn't get much of a chance to talk yesterday," Magnus decided to make the most of the situation as soon as the teacher set them on a task, "Sorry about that," He flashed Alec his best smile and watched as the other boy stuttered and blushed.
"You had to get lunch," Alec shrugged. The action was clearly meant to be casual, but Alec managed to drop his pen, spilling ink up his own arm and over the desk, letting out a small umpf of surprise. He reached down to retrieve the pen, and Magnus watched his strong arm muscles flex through lidded eyes. He wanted those arms around his.
Stop it stop it Magnus chided himself, looking away and letting Alec get himself sorted.
"You okay?" He turned back to Alec, watching as he scrubbed at the ink on his arm.
"Fine, I'm fine, I'm just clumsy," Alec sighed and Magnus smiled at him again, idly writing down answers to the questions that the teacher had set. Alec looked over his shoulder, frowning.
"That one's wrong,"
Magnus frowned in response too, and looked properly at the verb conjugation. It was wrong, Alec had been right. He changed the ending and looked back at Alec who was looking a little bit smug.
"I'm fluent in French," Magnus felt the need to point out, "My writing just isn't perfect,"
"Vos yeux sont d'une couleur magnifique," Alec bit his lip in an entirely endearing way, and Magnus almost forgot every bit of French he knew other than those few words. Your eyes are a beautiful colour.
"lIs sont comme l'herbe morte," Magnus managed to choke out the joke. They're like dead grass.
Alec frowned, "No they're not, they're lovely,"
Magnus didn't think he'd ever appreciate being described as lovely, but coming from Alec he didn't ever want to be called anything else.
They continued and finished the questions, and had little time to talk for the rest of the lesson. Magnus couldn't help being a little disappointed, both by the lack of conversation and the relief clear on Alec's face. Maybe even Alec could instinctively tell that Magnus would only be able to bring him trouble.
Nevertheless, Magnus was looking forward to having a good conversation with Emilia.
"Are you spending break with Emilia and Aline?" He asked Alec as they were packing up at the end of the lesson.
"Should be," Alec nodded and Magnus graciously pretended not to notice how difficult he was suddenly finding it to put his pencil case away.
"Mind if I join you?" Alec looked slightly startled and Magnus sighed, "I have textiles with Emilia next,"
As if that was the reason Magnus couldn't stay away.
It's really late at night and this sucks, but I've spent most of my day reading the first three mortal instruments books because I'm a loser, so excuse any mistakes.
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