A/N: thinking I might try to upload once or twice a week depending on how busy I am, please review it lets me know if you like what I'm doing.

Diantai walked her sister to her room. Nixie nodded and entered whilst she continued to the second door, her room. Well she saw it as her room as Magnus had arranged it just the way she liked it as soon as he'd heard they were coming. She guessed he'd had nothing else to do or wanted a distraction none the less it was perfect. When they were children Seraphena had taught them to respect peoples personal spaces but also that you could tell a lot about person from the way they kept their bedroom, ' A persons space mirrors them' she'd always said and had been right Diantai's room was a self-portrait. The walls were a pale lilac; identical to her skin tone, upon them were framed photos and paintings of forests, fields, and jungles. Most of these were done by her or Nixie on their travels whilst one or two Magnus had chosen from his collection of Clary's mothers pieces. Her favourite was up there, holding a central position above her bed, a painting she had done back where she had set up home in New Zealand, without Nixie who had favoured the south west of England. It was a large field expanding as far as the eye could see, the grass a thousand shades of green, done in oil on canvas each brush stroke held a memory, in the centre a boy lay on his back, hands crossed above his head but his legs were clearly that of a goats, staring up at the sunset above. She walked up to it now running her fingers over the figure, something she did every time she passed it, as she uttered under her breath 'Sam'. The rest of the room had the same green and lilac theme and all the furniture was a dark mahogany. The bed spread was emerald silk with lot of pillows, around the four posts hung lilac lace curtains which, after changing into a set of soft cotton shorts and vest, she pulled around herself. Snapping her fingers the fairy lights that were wrapped around the high curtain rail, from which hung a set of emerald silk curtain matching the bedspread, turned off.

She lay awake then, the ache in her heart increased and before she knew it she was overcome with guilt, how could she, to Nixie her sister, not biologically but in her heat, and Magnus the man who would do anything for them, the only family she had left. Could this man, well no more than a boy, really do the things he says? But if there was a chance, then she had to for him. She looked again to the picture on the opposite wall. Yes she did.

Climbing out of the bed she squinted her eyes, when she opened them everything was gone, the room was bare. Her illusions amazed even her sometimes. She lay down on the cold hard-wood floor now and eventually sleep took her.

Magnus woke before Alec, which was rare though, given the circumstances, not surprising. He lay there for a few minutes admiring the sleeping form. Alec had a tendency to remain motionless when he slept. Whenever they had shared a bed he had fallen asleep and woken in the same position, were as Magnus would toss and turn Alec didn't. He would have thought him dead if it wasn't for the slow rise and fall of his chest. Magnus carefully removed himself as to not wake his partner, although that was another thing about Alec, when he slept he slept deep. Magnus nearly laughed thinking of that, how perfect they fit together. The light sleeper who moved a lot and the deep sleeper who lay and still as a millpond. Once washed and dressed he made his way out to the living room, Jace lay sprawled across the couch still, knotted up in the duvet. Magnus moved passed him silently and stopped outside the first guest room. He could hear the faint sound of a piano, he had sound proofed her room because he knew of her tendency to play the piano all night sometimes, but was surprised she was this morning as she would have slept the remaining night after her premonition.

Nixie's eye's fluttered open and she sat up, looking around her white room. Magnus had made it up just the way she liked it, everything was white, from the walls to the wardrobe (though inside hung a rainbow of colour) and the only thing that wasn't white was the large black grand piano in the corner. She stood up now and walked over to it, just in the white silk nightie she'd thrown on the night before. Her hair hung loose down her back and her tail stuck through the hole she makes through all her garments. She sat on the stool and lifted the lid allowing her fingers to dance over the keys whilst the soft tune started. It was only when she stopped and started playing a more modern song did she notice Magnus standing leaning against the back of her door. She stopped playing and turned to face him fully.

"Hey,"

"Coldplay?" he asked raising an eyebrow,

"The scientist, I'm learning some modern stuff,"

"It sounded good to me," He snapped his fingers and two cups of coffee appeared one in front of him the other on top of the piano, "how is your head?" Nixie reached up to rub her forehead and frowned. Normally after a premonition she would wake up with a feeling she could only ever describe as a massive hang over, they'd reached the conclusion that this was because having the premonition drew on all of her magic energy and left her drained, this was also what caused her to sleep afterwards. But today she felt nothing.

"I feel fine." Magnus looked worried and walked over to her, his hands outstretched; scanning her to see if something was wrong, coming to the conclusion that nothing was he frowned as well.

"Weird."

Nixie took a sip of her coffee before returning to the piano and starting to play, clocks this time. As she did this her tail held the cup as she sipped at it. Magnus, showing no desire to leave came and sat next to her on the wide stool and smiled listening intently, till the song ended.

"You always were good at that," she smiled at him,

"You never were, I remember you playing it so badly Seraphena threatened to throw you out," he smiled remembering. He started looking round the room admiring his handy work she guested but instead he said,

"Do you know why mundane brides wear white?"

"Because they're supposed to be virgins, although I think that rules disappeared now." She looked confused but Magnus just laughed.

"I was going to say to show purity, because that's what I see when I see you and I thought that's why you like your room to be white, to show you are pure,"

"I'm not though am I? I'm a cross breed, half demon, so bad my mother threw me off a cliff, you know the story, I'm evil by nature. I like white because I think it enhances the good in me." Magnus stared at her surprised.

"You think your evil? Does that mean you think I am too and Diantai?"

"I think we work hard not to be and Diantai doesn't always get it right."

" well listen to me when I tell you there is no one I know who has a purer heart than you, you radiate kindness, I used to worry that you'd get taken advantage of, but your strong and no fool,"

"Why are you telling me this?" Nixie's eyes watched him as she saw his cat eyes water.

"Because I need you to know that if something happens to me there is no one I'd trust more with protecting the people I love, no one." His voice was breaking and the tears were spilling over.

"Magnus, we'll sort this, nothing's going to happen, and when the others are up we can discuss this and…" Magnus cut her off,

"I'm going to the Alliance, now."

A/N: okay so this was sort of a filler chapter, so you could learn more about the girls and Magnus's relationship with them. I own nothing except Nixie and Diantai.