Magnus and Clary (Would that make them Mary?)

Here we go again.

Magnus finished spiking his hair into its normal fashion before facing his clients.

He was never happy about his job for this certain client.

Every two years for the last twelve years, a red-headed women by the name of Jocelyn Fray brought her daughter to him to block her mind from her sight of the world around her. To be as blind as any other mundane.

Magnus found himself smiling at the thought of the fiery red-head girl. Clarissa Fray. Well she always said she preferred Clary but he loved her infuriated look every time he used her full had found himself awestruck by the girl on their first meeting.

She was only three but her mind was creative. There was something about her that drew him to her.

He always looked forward to and resented their meeting every two years. He looked forward to it because he would see her again, and he resented it because he knew she would forget about him.

If he had it his way, he would take Clarissa away and show her the world, the world her mother would not allow her to see.

He had tried many times to convince Jocelyn to tell her daughter about her true heritage and to stop making her blind. Of course he was ignored.

Finishing his hair, he went to the room he usually dealt with clients because of its serenity and because most of the people he dealt with would use weapons against him so it was a good idea to have a near enough bare room. All it contained was two comfy chairs and a table. He charmed the room to secure the furniture to its spot and it only allowed him the use of his powers.

As he was about to enter the room, he heard sniffling coming from inside along with soft murmurs.

He opened the door and he saw Jocelyn kneeling in front of the girl who occupied his mind constantly.

It was like having a fix every time he saw her. He felt like a junkie and Clary was his drug. He often amused himself thinking about what Jocelyn would do if she knew about his fascination with her daughter. He found many of the outcomes humorous and others left him miserable as he was sure Jocelyn would make sure he never saw Clarissa again.

He gazed at Clarissa who should be fifteen at this stage. He wanted nothing better than to embrace her until her red puffy eyes and flushed face ceased. But he didn't live eight hundred years without learning to keep his emotions in check.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, wanting to let them know he was there.

Jocelyn had the same expression she always wore at these sessions. Uncertainty, guilt and a strong sense of sadness.

Clarissa looked up at him and through her tears, she had a shocked expression. Magnus presumed it was because of his eyes. He never bothered to hide them. Sure they were unusual, but more people focused on his outfits more than his eyes.

"I'm just explaining a few things to Clary before…" Jocelyn said, breaking Magnus's gaze from her daughter.

He narrowed his eyes and couldn't stop the venomous tone "Why bother when you're going to have me make her forget."

Jocelyn looked at him shocked and tears welled up in her eyes but she said nothing.

Instead Clarissa spoke. "Who are you?" She asked so quietly.

"This is-" Jocelyn began but Magnus cut her off.

"I'm Magnus Bane. High warlock of Brooklyn." He announced proudly. Jocelyn gave him an incredulous look and Clarissa looked confused.

She opened her mouth to speak but Jocelyn spoke over her. "I think we should get this over with, don't you?"

"Of course. It's not like your daughter is miserable or anything." Magnus was really becoming annoyed at the women.

Jocelyn glared at him."I'm trying-"

"Just leave while I blind her from the world you refuse to let her be apart of." Magnus waved her off.

He enjoyed the outraged expression on her face, but he needed to concentrate and he couldn't do that with Jocelyn constantly breathing down his neck.

Jocelyn forced a smile to her face as she faced her daughter, kissed her forehead, and whispered something than left the room.

Magnus sent a locking spell towards the door and was glad he had a sound proof charm on the room. It came in handy at times.

He turned to Clarissa who had paled and was visibly shaking. She was never this scared of him, but maybe it was because she was older and she may have seen something that really shook her.

"Hello Clarissa-"

"I prefer to be called Clary." Magnus was surprised at how strong her tone was.

"Of course, but I prefer Clarissa." He smirked as she narrowed her eyes. They always had this conversation.

"I'm only called Clarissa when I'm in trouble. So call me Clary." Her tone was demanding, but Magnus sensed uncertainty in her voice.

"I'm sorry to hear that Clarissa." He couldn't help the smirk that spread across his face as she narrowed her eyes.

"Could you please just call me Clary?"

"Sorry, no can do. How about I call you darling instead?" He was shocked when she had a thoughtful expression before nodding her head. "Well now that we have that sorted out, why don't we get onto things." Magnus really wasn't looking forward to what he had to do next.

His heart broke as his words seemed to register with Clarissa. She paled more so and she began to tremble once more.

"What are you going to do?" She said so quietly that Magnus just about heard her.

His heart broke, but he knew he didn't have much choice in the matter. "I'm presuming you have seen strange things lately. Am I correct?" To hell was he not going to explain what was going on, even if she wouldn't remember the conversation.

She nodded her head slowly, as if she was scared of his reaction. "I-I saw a women walking down a street...She had bright pink skin and blue eyes. Fully blue! There was no whites or-" She began shaking her head like she was trying to rid herself the image of the fairy Magnus presumed she had seen.

"It's okay. Listen to me." He remained silent till she lifted her head to meet his gaze. "That women you saw was a fairy," He continued speaking before Clarissa could interrupt him. "She is one of many creatures in this world. There just so happens to be werewolves, vampires, demons and much more warlocks though not as magnificent as myself." He felt his heart fill with hope as a smile played at the corners of her lips.

"So I am insane? There is no such things as supernatural beings." Magnus decided to let her believe the lie if it had her smiling. Even if it nagged at him that he was letting Jocelyn have her own way...again.

"You're not insane, but I would still be cautious of people that are more hairy than normal." He felt a smile on his face as she giggled.

He then sighed as he pushed his chair closer to her, sat down and was about to place his hands on her head when she asked "What are you doing?"

"I have a gift that...helps them with different things." He was one hundred percent certain she would flip out if she knew he modified her memory.

"What kind of gift? And what do I need help with?"

"I can help people feel better-"

"I'm not sick!"

"Of course you're not!" Magnus wasn't sure what to say now. She wouldn't believe anything he said- "I have magical powers." He said bluntly which surprised him. He never said anything about himself bluntly!

"Maybe I'm not the insane one..." Clarissa said giving Magnus a weird look.

"Neither of us is insane!" Magnus said defensively.

"You just said-" Magnus made a hand gesture that implied for her to be quiet. She had a look of outrage, but Magnus refused to fall prey to his emotions driving him to comfort her.

He should her his hand, the back and palm. "Keep watching my hand." Magnus told her. She stared intently at his hand, probably thinking how to get away from him.

He kept his gaze on her face as he felt sparks flow from his fingers. Her eyes widened in shock and amazement.

Being the romantic he was, he manifested a red tulip for her. The sparks turned into sparkles and being to take the form of the flower. It was red with a green stem, but it still sparkled.

He handed it to Clarissa who took it and began inspecting the flower in disbelief. Magnus felt some satisfaction as she turned her gaze to him, a light in her eyes that made her emerald-green colour seem to glow.

"How did you do that?!" She asked, he voice so child like as it was full of wonder.

"I told you I'm magnificent." She rolled her eyes but there didn't seem any way for her brilliant smile to falter.

"Can I keep it?" She asked, her eyes pleaded with him.

"Of course. I made it for you. A beautiful flower must always be in the presence of a beautiful girl." He froze at what he said. He didn't mean to let it slip!

But he quickly got over his slip up at the blush that creeped on Clarissa's face. She looked so adorable! He felt his heart sink as he remembered that he had work to do.

"Now will you let me get on with my work?" He forced a smile onto his face, but he was sure it faltered.

Clary looked at him wide-eyed, but nodded. "What are you going to do?"

"I'll explain afterwards." He knew he would never be able to tell her.

She seemed to be okay with his answer. He hated that he lied to her, but he had no choice.

He once again placed both hands on the sides of her head and closed his eyes. He needed to concentrate for this task. He doubted any other warlock could do what he did.

He was about to enter her mind when he felt her head move from his hands and before he opened his eyes to see what happened, he felt something wrap around his stomach and something nuzzle into his chest. He was shocked at the course of electricity running through his body at the impact of whatever it was that wrapped itself around him.

He looked down to see Clary with her arms wrapped around him, her head on his chest and he could see tears streaming down her face.

He began to stroke her curly red hair trying to soothe her as she began excessively crying. Normally he shied away from emotional people like this, but this was Clarissa!

"It's going to be okay darling." He whispered into her ear.

She looked up at him, her green eyes now blotchy and watery. "W-will it hurt?" She asked.

His heart was going to stop beating if this girl stayed in this state. "No, it will be comfortable. I promise you, it won't hurt a bit." He reassured the girl.

She began sniffling, but after a moment she relaxed and sat back in her seat.

Magnus felt glum at the loss of the electric feeling of having Clarissa hugging him. He always felt a slight tingle when he placed his hands over her head, but he much preferred the electricity from the hug.

He once again placed his hands over her head and entered her mind. He began the process of blinding her mind. He rid her of the visions of the supernatural she had come into contact with, than she began blinding her sight from creatures Jocelyn kept from her.

As a finishing touch, he signed her mind as usual.

He used cursive style for his name, but added an extra part and hid it, sparkles formed the letters but you would need to know what it read to see them.

Magnus Bane

Loves

Clarissa

After finishing modifying her mind, he opened his eyes, pleased and disgusted with his work.

Clarissa had a dazed expression as usual; she would be back to normal in less than twenty minutes.

Magnus helped her stand and began leading her towards the door to hand her over to her mother. As he was about to open the door, he leaned down and whispered in her ear "Till next time, my sweet Clarissa."

Keep sending in suggestions! I love finding challenges to make the pairings fit! :D I have loads at the moment, I think the next pairing will be a TID pairing! ;)