A/N: As I promised!

Do you have a weird places or situations when an inspiration comes to you, too? Cause I'm telling you, today I was sitting on my germany class at 7 a.m. and I got an inspiration to write the new chapter. Weird right? Cause we were talking about some Uni in Germany, and here I had ideas for the new chapter. Anyway...

Enjoy the new one.

Oh!

Red wolf: Cause you don't have an account, so I'm gonna answer to you here: Yes you got it right. And yes, Magnus's dad will be shown here again, you'll meet him. Will they meet? You'll have to wait and see.

Now, enjoy the new one.

Chapter III

"We have 2006..."

For the past three weeks, Alec settled down his things in the new loft, that he rents with his sister. It wasn't so big, and roomy as the one in Brooklyn, but at least it gave him some comfort and safety that his psycho ex-girlfriend won't haunt him anymore. At least he hoped for it. In the new apartment they had two bedrooms, living room, kitchen and horror of horrors one bathroom. Which meant that Alec has to share it with Isabelle. And he remembered how was it when they still lived in their family home. He knew that it won't be easy and that he needs to get up earlier then her.

"Good morning Alec" said Isabelle, walking out of her bedroom, still wearing her pajama. She looked half asleep at the dark haired man, who was drinking his coffee from his favorite green mug.

"Morning Izz"

"What's on the today's agenda?" she asked, opening the fridge and taking out an orange juice

"I've got a job interview in the High school, as the teacher of Literature" the woman only nodded and sat across him. He pushed to her a plate with toasts, that she ate gladly. "It's a half-term job, in a replacement for Mr. Roberts"

"That old man is still teaching?" Alec nodded, remembering his old teacher, from the times when he was a student in that high school.

It was a pure luck, that he found this job, well he didn't have it officially yet, but he got a good feeling to it. He hoped that it would give him some money, so he could pay the rent for the loft. Thanks, that Isabelle was working as a nurse in a local hospital, because it was giving them some money. And they needed them now, when they wanted to start everything over.

"At first I'll go on that interview, then I gotta go on Brooklyn to my old loft." Explained Alec "You know that I'm waiting for that letter from college with an answer if I can do my second practice earlier. It supposed to came last week. And the new owner didn't send it back to me"

"Have you left him your new address?" asked the brunet.

"Of course! I'm not an idiot" said blue eyes

"Then maybe it didn't come yet" stated woman walking back to her bedroom.

Alexander was sure that the letter must have come already. He decided that he will go on Brooklyn and talk with the new owner. The man placed dirty dishes in the sink, and took from the table a shopping list. He perfectly knew that Isabelle won't do the grocery, She preferred to buy clothes and shoes. So it was his job to do. He was lucky, that she agreed on cleaning the loft together.

When he was walking down on the interview, he was so nervous. He didn't like meetings like this. But he was supposed to talk to the person he knew. Principal Herondale liked Alec from times when he was her student. Inside the building, Alexander wondered how much changed in the school. Still, there was so many students here, the same lady was working in the cafeteria, still the same coach was leading the football team. Waiting for the principal, Alec was looking at the old pictures and cups of the football team. On few of them he recognized himself, his brother, his friends.

"Alexander" he heard a familiar voice. He turned around and saw a middle-aged woman with grey hair, wearing an elegant tailor-made dress. She was smiling at him. Alec remembered how she was a bugbear for his friends. "Come to my office"

Inside, the woman pointed at the chair in front of her desk to Alec, and she sat behind the desk herself. Noting has changed in her office for six years, when Alec was here for the last time.

"You've got interesting CV Alexander. I'm impressed that you were experiencing in teaching during your collage." She said in an official tone of voice "But are you ready to teach high school kids? It's not that easy like with younger class. And I must warn you, you'd be teaching Seniors and Juniors"

"No need to be worry ma'am" he said with sure "I've dealt with my brother and sister for years. I'm salted for every behavior. I think I can manage a group of a high school kids. Well I used to be like them, not so long ago"

"Very well" she said happily and took out from the desk a pile of papers. She handed one to Alec. "Sign at the corner. And when could you start?"

"Even tomorrow" he answered while he was signing his contract.

"Well then I'll see you in the morning Alexander. Don't be late"

After walking out of the school, Alec immediately went on Brooklyn. He had to get that letter with papers, as soon as he could. He knew it had to come already. It was sent two weeks ago, before he told the secretary his new address. Once in the familiar street, Alec started to wonder how the new owner looks like. It was literally biting him for the past week. He didn't want some crazy teenager, or a student that loves to party, living there after him. The place was too good and nice decorated to be destroyed. He hoped that the new owner has some reason. Walking through the gate, he saw that the tag of the mail box is up, but he didn't care about it in that moment, he went straight to the door. He was ringing the bell for few minutes, and there was no answer. This got him thinking. Was anybody living here? He took out his cell and called to the real estate agent, who was looking after the loft. After four signals he heard a female voice.

"Lucinda Lawson, how can I help you?"

"Hello Mrs. Lawson. It's Alexander Lightwood. The ex-owner of the house on 32-nd Street. The one red-brick…"

"I remember" She said "How can I help you Mr. Lightwood?"

"Did someone moved in to this home already?" he asked, walking closer to the mail box and looking around

"Let me check this" for a long moment there was silent on the line. Alec was waving to his ex- neighbor, Mrs. Stevenson, who just saw him through the window. Alec liked her, he just didn't like when she was talking. And that woman had a lot to say. And now, Alexander knew, that he won't escape from the tea and a cheese cake, since she called for him. "No. No one rented it yet"

"Oh…" he said confused "Well then…thank you for your help and goodbye"

When he hung up, he automatically opened the mail box. He took out a large pile of letters from it. He sat down on the stairs of the porch and started to look through them. There was some advertisements, flyers, the letter that he was waiting for so long. And a simple white envelope with his name on it, but without any address. Intrigued by that, he opened it and took out a simple white paper with an elegant italic letters.

New York, Brooklyn, September 20th 2006

Dear Mr. Lightwood,

At first I wanted to tell that I was on Lexington Ave 146, and surprisingly, you don't live there. The nice blonde woman said that you never lived there, and that she's living there for eight years. Did you wrote down your address wrong?

Secondly, I don't understand how could you ruin my home so badly! All this broken furniture and dilapidated walls. But what's the worst…how could you ruin my family portrait! It's unacceptable! I could easily charge you to pay for the renovation. But I won't do it. I'm a gentleman.

Since I couldn't give this letter to you nor send it to you, I hope that somehow you're going to read it and maybe think of what you have done.

Any other letters that come for you, as if, I'll leave in the mail box. Feel free to come and get them.

Sincerely

Magnus Bane

PS. We have 2006, Mr. Lightwood.

Alexander was looking dumbfounded at the paper in his hand. He analyzed every word, wondering, how is it possible. The real estate agent said that no one lived here. Then how is it possible that someone answered on his letter? More of it, how someone can accuse him of ruing the place, while he left it on non-damaged state, just like it was when he was moving in to it a year ago. All of this seemed so weird, irrationally even. He decided to read one again this letter, slowly and carefully. Every word that was written by this mysterious Magnus Bane, seemed to be ridiculous. He did write down his new address right, so how this man could tell him that he didn't live there? Secondly, how he could state that Alec damaged some family portrait, when there wasn't even any in the house. But the weirdest thing was that, what Magnus Bane wrote at the end.

PS. We have 2006, Mr. Lightwood.

This was completely irrational to the young man. He was sure they had now 2008, not 2006.

He didn't even know, when he took out some pen and wrote down his words on the back of this paper…

A/N: Did you like it?

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I know, I know I'm such a tease, right? Doing a cliff-hanger in the moment when Alec was writing back. But fear not! I'll finish today the new chapter in polish, translate it in english tomorrow, so on Wednesday you'll get the new one.

Lots of love

Intoxic