Chapter 4: A new acquaints

Clary POV

Pushing the door open with my back I bumped into what felt like a tall, long, lean body. Turning around, to look directly into yellow-green cat like eyes with vertical pupils. He had a somewhat Asian appearance, and black hair. He grinned, and took the bags off me. "Ah, you must be Clarissa." "Just Clary." I replied. "Well okay, Just Clary" he said, making quotation marks with his fingers as he put the grocery bags on the kitchen counter. "Names Magnus," holding his hand out. I looked at him, only just realising what he was wearing, - black skinny jeans, with black pointed leather shoes, a plain white t-shirt, topped with a very gold, very sparkly sequined blazer. - It was very stylish, but too much sparkle if you asked me. I took his hand and shook it, giving a slight smirk. Just then Isabelle came hoping into the room. "Oh Clary, there you are! And you've met Magnus, great that saves me introducing you two." Turning to look at Magnus, I said "are you her brother?" He let out a laugh so loud, I bet people in down town Manhattan would have heard him. Isabelle laughed as well "Clary, do you genially think that I resemble this?" gesturing her hands to Magnus, like a magician's apprentice. "I take offence Iz! Who would not want to look like this?" Magnus said placing two hand on his chin and batting his long eye lashes. I laughed. "No, it's just, that you said you were going to get your brothers to help you." Sighing, Isabelle put both hands on my shoulders, forcing me to look at her. "Okay Clary, if you say so. Now can we get back to the important bit? The reason I was running frantically around looking for you?" "And the reason why I'm here!" Magnus said sticking his hand up to wave at me. "Okay, errrr, what is so important then Iz?" She squealed, "You, my dear Clary are in for a treat of a lifetime!" "Huh?" I said still puzzled, "You're getting a makeover!" she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"What is wrong with my look? I like it and its practical." I looked down at what I was wearing, -ripped black skinny jeans, a plain white t-shirt with a red, black and white flannelled shirt wrapped around my waist. - "Yes, Clary, there is nothing wrong what you're wearing now, but it's not practical for later." "Later?" I questioned yet again. "Yes, later, as in we are going out." Iz, said grabbing my arm and dragging me to her room. "Going out where?" "Pandemonium!" she said jumping up and down. "Iz, you do know that Pandemonium is like the most exclusive club going, like only celebrities can go there? There are ques, upon ques, waiting list, upon waiting lists, just to be able to get in." "Yes, Clary I am well aware of Pandemonium's status" "And how exactly, do you expect us to get in there?" I said. "I know people." "Know people?" I asked. "She means me." Magnus said appearing out of nowhere. "My parents own it." "Seriously?" I squealed. "I've been trying to get even remotely close to the door outside, but have failed, Oh so many times." "Like Iz said, treat of a lifetime! Now move along, we have work to do!" Slapping my behind and shoving me into Iz's room.