I know that this chapterlet is ridiculously short but I wanted to have the beginning of the actual story bit together. Um, I may have the next bit up at some point during this weekend but maybe not as I have a LOT of homework/revision to do and THE DOCTOR WHO 50TH ANNIVERSARY EPISODE IS ON TONIGHT -ARGH 6 HOURS AND 15 MINUTES TO GO! ASDFGHJKL;
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CHAPTER FOUR
On the gridded streets of New York, yellow taxis jostled against shiny cars to a soundtrack of overhead planes and drunken ramblings. The half moon was gleaming in the dark sapphire sky above the city, its light almost blotted out by the neon signs below. In his Brooklyn apartment, Magnus Bane was asleep. He was not lying calmly in his bed as you might usually expect from someone fast asleep. He was not even tossing and turning with random interludes of snoring. No, because he hadn't taken the necessary preventative potion the preceding day, Magnus was sleepwalking.
He'd paced his apartment a few times (I really hope someone got that reference haha) with an increasing franticness in his bones. It was almost as if his subconscious mind was searching for something. Someone, perhaps.
The sleeping warlock entered the room in which he kept the potions that were ready to be delivered to the person by whom they had been ordered. Walking towards the shelves with his arm outstretched, -
Smash.
Magnus awoke to the unpleasant feeling of his right hand being doused in liquid - some sort of potion, no doubt. Delilah's, he assumed.
He calmly washed it off, the blue reminding him of Alec's eyes. For once, Magnus allowed himself a few minutes to revel in the memory of his Shadowhunter - still-warm cups of coffee on the kitchen counter; late nights of happiness shrouded in secret; impassioned moments of family loyalty; rushed conversation in the midst of battle. The kiss in the Hall of Accords.
Magnus felt a shudder ripple through him, accompanied with the unnerving sensation of spinning uncontrollably, although his vision did not change. He froze, suddenly recognising the symptoms - Argus' potion, not Delilah's. Magnus swore as the magic took him back to the first time he'd met Alexander.