This chapter is pretty short, and I'm sorry about that but I didn't have much time to write and I wanted to make sure I posted this as soon as possible. I'll try to make the next one longer. R&R.
Clary woke up the next morning to find that Jace was already gone and Jocelyn hovering over her, with her hands on her hips.
"So I see you found yourself a very nice guest room last night," her mother said, the annoyance clear in her voice.
"Oh come on, mom," Clary said sitting up. "I'm still wearing clothes. It's quite obvious that we didn't do anything!"
"Well if you had of asked me first, I would have been happier," she responded.
"But would you have let me do it?"
"Probably not." Jocelyn left, and closed the door behind her allowing Clary to get changed in peace.
When she came into the kitchen, her mother was there, along with Isabelle, Jace, and Maryse.
"Clary! By the Angel, I didn't even get to see you before you went to bed last night! Are you okay? Does anything hurt?" Clary laughed at the other girl.
"Izzy, calm down, I'm fine. It was just a little bump on my head."
"But you were bleeding!"
"Does it look like I'm still bleeding?"
Isabelle huffed, before encircling Clary in a hug.
"Just don't scare me like that again," she mumbled into Clary's hair.
"I'll try not to."
Later that day, Magnus approached Luke's house. Jocelyn Fairchild stood outside along with her fiancé, and daughter. Magnus sauntered over to where they were standing outside the front door.
"Jocelyn, always a pleasure." Now pray tell, what exactly have you called me for today? To unclog the toilet? Maybe to get rid of some unfortunate critters living in the attic? To clip your werewolf fiancé's toenails?"
"Enough of this, Magnus," she replied. "I called you here, and you will be paid. I need you to place a protection spell around this house, one that won't allow anything with demon blood to get in, apart from yourself."
Well it was just like Jocelyn Fairchild to get straight down to business, Magnus thought. There was never any room in that woman's day to involve humor. He had meant it when he told Alec that he didn't want to be their pet warlock anymore. But this was different. She was, after all paying him.
"I suppose this has something to do with the recent sightings of Jonathan?" Magnus asked. At the startled look on all of their faces, he chuckled. "I have heard things, Jocelyn."
She stiffened at his words. "Yes, well it doesn't so much have to do with the sightings of him as it does the threat of him being near by, and the fact that he broke into this house last night when Clary was the only one around."
"So you've already seen him, then," he said turning to Clary. He noticed how the girl shifted uncomfortably.
"I have, and it wasn't very pleasant," she replied.
"I see. Well you best all stand back then." The three took a few steps backward, as Magnus stepped forward. He raised his hands and started chanting in Latin.
A few minutes later, he lowered his hands, only feeling slightly drained and glided back over to where Jocelyn stood.
"It's done," Magnus said. She nodded, and placed a small wad of bills in his outstretched hand. He tipped his hat, and in a flash of light disappeared before reappearing in his own apartment.
Not a moment after, a knock sounded from the door. Magnus already knew who it would be. Lauren, the young warlock child. She was due for their first magic lesson that day.
He opened the door, and there the girl was, standing in all her glory. She had a smirk on her face and a hand on her hip.
"Now what did I tell you about improving your security, Magnus?" She asked him.
"That will be Mr. Bane, to you," he replied coldly. He opened his door and allowed her to enter. She hung her coat on the rack, and the two proceeded to his living room.
"Now, this tutoring will go by my schedule. You came here asking for my services in areas that I don't normally offer them for. You will learn the spells I teach you, and do your homework. You will learn the basics until I believe you are ready to learn the more complicated spells. If this doesn't work for you, you can walk through that door right now."
"That will be just fine, Mr. Bane," she replied.
"Wonderful. Now we will begin with the simple things, such as levitation." Magnus then went on for the next hour showing Lauren where to place her hands, and teaching her words in Latin that are commonly used in chants. After that, she left, only after setting a date for their next tutoring session.
Magnus collapsed onto his couch, and Chairman Meow jumped into his lap, purring softly. Magnus pet his back. He really did love the feline. Now that he thought about it, he never did have a party to celebrate his safe return. He decided that he should plan one.
Alas, parties seemed so overrated now that he no longer had anyone special in his life. Although he had never cared before, having Alec around just made him so much happier. Even if he was more the socially awkward type instead of the party guy Magnus himself was, he loved having someone to be there to share the space with him, someone whom he could trust.
Magnus found himself sighing, and leaning back into the couch, his hand pausing atop of Chairman Meow's back. Magnus wished that there were some way that the blue-eyed Shadowhunter could win back that trust.