Computer still not fixed. I wish the techniciany people would hurry up and fix it!

Sorry for keeping you waiting again! Usually I'm a good updater, but with this I'm not being as frequent so I apologise again! Luckily it's not ridiculously long waits like a month between chapters, though.

Disclaimer- If I did own Mortal Instruments then Simabelle would be canon and Clary and Jace's page time would be cut down massively and replaced with Simon, Isabelle, Magnus and Alec.

Clary sighed of relief. It was as if she was wearing a the tightest belt in the world and it had just been released. There was a way to reverse the spell.

Not that she didn't like the nice Jace, but he just wasn't the Jace she knew. The didn't like the new Isabelle and found it uncomfortable around Alec. She didn't even want to think about Simon, and seeing the new Magnus broke her heart.

"So, I can reverse the spell?" Clary asked hopefully.

"Yep, but it's not an easy thing to do." Magnus replied, with eyes full of sorrow.

"I don't care," Clary spat, "I just want it reversed as soon as possible."

"Well it's good that you want it done quickly, because at midnight it will become permanent."

"WHAT?" Clary gasped.

"Well, you made a wish didn't you? And wishes always become permanent at midnight the day after you make them. If you don't reverse it by midnight tonight, then everybody will be stuck like this forever."

Clary felt like she had been punched in the stomach, like the worlds tightest belt that had came off before had been put back on and tied even tighter around her stomach. If everyone stayed like this, she wasn't sure how she could cope. She hated seeing Magnus so upset, Simon so angry, Alec so pressurized…

Also, if Magnus had changed even though she hadn't wished him to, then goodness knows what everyone else was like. Would her mother be laid back? Would Luke be cruel natured? Would Maia be girly?

"So tell me, then. How can I reverse the spell?"

"I can't reverse it, I don't have the power." Magnus yawned.

"But you know someone who does, right?"

"Yes. You'd need to see the new High Warlock," Magnus yawned again and his eyelids flickered.

"Who is?"

"Wa.." Magnus' eyes closed and he passed out onto Clary's lap.

Great. Just as Magnus was about to tell her the name of the person she needed to see, he passes out, presumably from the alcohol. Now how was she going to find the new High Warlock?

She figured she could just look through his phone or address book; being the former High Warlock he was bound to know where all the other warlocks in New York where and how to contact them, right?

Clary picked up the green satchel bag placed on top of the glass table and rummaged through the items inside. There was another grey comb -for someone who no longer made much of an effort with appearances sure owned a lot of combs- a blue button, an empty box that once contained a McDonalds Big Mac and a phone. A grey brick-type phone, but a phone nonetheless. A phone that would hopefully contain the number for the high Warlock of Brooklyn.

Scrolling through the contacts, she had no idea what name she was searching for. She highly doubted his name would be written under 'High Warlock'.

Alec's name was first in the contact list. He mustn't have had the heart to delete his number.

She saw a few names she recognized, her own, Jace, Isabelle, Simon, Maryse, Jocelyn and a lot she didn't. Magnus had 74 contacts on his phone. Seven she knew and 67 she didn't. There wasn't enough time to go through them all. And what would she say? "Hello, this is Clarissa Morgenstern. Yes I know I'm not Magnus but I'm just borrowing his phone. No I'm not a burglar. Yes I do know him. Anyway, I was just wondering if you were the High Warlock of Brooklyn. You see, I made a stupid wish that somehow came true and I need it reversed. No, I didn't go to a genie. Okay, bye."

Somehow she doubted that plan would work. Or if anybody would stay on the line after she said "Morgenstern." Most people knew of her actions in Alicante, but there were still some paranoid people who still fear the name Morgenstern. She couldn't blame them really. She was still a bit scared herself.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing. She looked at the screen and saw the caller was Luke. She crossed her fingers and hoped he was still the same Luke she knew and loved.

"Hello?" She asked nervously.

"Clary, where on earth are you?" Luke demanded in an angry tone. Things weren't looking good.

"I'm at Magnus' house," Clary replied, biting her lip. "Why? Is something wrong?"

"You bet something is wrong. You never came home last night. Where were you?"

"I was at the Institute…"

"The Institute? Why on earth were you there when you were supposed to be at home? You know very well that you aren't to be staying there past eleven. So explain yourself young lady, why were you there and not at home?"

Clary bit her lip again. So Luke had changed after all, but not in a good way. He'd become strict and snappy, nothing like his usual caring self. Luke never shouted; he always remained calm in situations and he was usually never angry enough for him not to be calmed down with an apology. "I had a late night training session," Clary lied. "I rang mom and she said I could stay over."

"But why didn't you come home this morning?"

"I'm sorry…"

"Oh don't 'I'm sorry' me, I bet you were too busy with that boyfriend of yours to care about what was going on at home."

"What was going on at home?" Clary asked calmly. She knew nothing had happened as the wish only came true at midnight, and by then everybody would have been asleep so nothing extreme would have happened.

"Nothing happened, but something could have happened. What would you have done if your mother or I died? How would you have been able to live with yourself? What if the apartment caught fire? What if one of us had had an accident?" Clary's mouth gaped open. Luke had way overreacted. Her mom had given her permission to stay, and that was a the truth, so why was he being so concerned? "And why are you at that warlock's house when you should be at home? I don't want you hanging around with an alcoholic, Clary. He may start rubbing off on you. It's a good thing you stopped hanging around with that vampire or goodness knows what you'd be like." Luke spat the word vampire like it was the worst possible swear word there was.

"That vampire? You're only saying that because you're a werewolf!" Clary yelled, not caring if Magnus woke up or not. She knew that Simon was no longer the sweet boy she once loved- but not the way she loved Jace of course- but she still wouldn't stand for any words said against him. "And for your information, I'm not 'hanging around' with Magnus, I came to him for help…"

"You need help and you go to Magnus of all people? The only advice he could give you is which beer gives you the biggest hangover, and he should know he's been in one permanent one for his whole immortal life."

"I came to him for magic help. And he hasn't always been a drinker, he just fell into depression when Alec broke up with him." Clary said the words before she could think. What if Clary had been the only one he had told?

But instead of being shocked, Luke just chuckled. "Another reason not to hang around with him. He can't deal with being left alone, he needs someone else to do his work for him, to support him. He couldn't make it on his own," Luke smirked. "And why do you need magical assistance can I ask?" Luke asked in a stern manner.

"Look, I really can't tell you, but basically, I made a stupid wish. It came true. It's a disaster and I needed it reversed. Only, he couldn't tell me because he's not the High Warlock anymore and doesn't have the power. He was about to tell me who the new one is but he passed out."

"No surprise there then." Luke scoffed.

"Luke!" Clary groaned, "can you not take me seriously? This is really important. Do you know who the High Warlock is and where he or she might be? Or does mom know?"

"Sorry, but I don't know, and as if your mom would. She never busies herself with Downworld affairs, and anyway she's not here to tell you anyway, she left this morning."

"Really, where to?"

"I don't know, do you expect me to care? She always just goes AWOL and leaves to go to parties and such." Two things Luke would never have done: use abbreviations like AWOL and not care about Jocelyn. "Now when are you planning on returning home?"

"Soon, I just have to make a few calls."

"Good, and I want you home no later than three, okay?"

"Okay, bye Luke." Clary said, snapping her phone shut. That was no help at all. She wasn't sure who to call next. The old Isabelle would definitely have known, but she was different now so she probably wouldn't, and if even if she did there was no way she'd tell Clary. She didn't think Jace knew either. Alec probably did, but he would probably pretend he didn't to avoid people suspecting him of hanging around with warlocks. Maryse and Robert were still on Alicante business and phones didn't work there, so they were no good either. Maia wouldn't know, and even if she did Clary didn't know her phone number. There was only one other person who may be of use: Simon.

Before she could stop herself, she found her fingers punching Simon's number into her phone. She knew it off by heart. She just hoped he would pick up. And after this morning's dispute, she wasn't so sure he would. He'd threatened to bite her for goodness sake!

"What do you want, Fray?" Sulked a familiar voice. Simon's voice. So he had decided to pick up after all.

"Simon, look before I say anything, I just want to say that I'm sorry for this morning." Clary apologised, even though she felt like Simon was the one who had done wrong.

"Fine. Now what do you want?" Simon asked aggressively, like he really wanted to be off the phone.

"By any chance do you know who the High Warlock of Brooklyn is?"

"Magnus. Why?"

"No, the new one." Clary said impatiently.

"Oh the new one. Yes, as a matter of fact I do know. I am a Downworlder and us Downworlders know what happens to other Downworlders and other Downworlder affairs." Simon replied, with emphasis whenever he said "Downworlders" like he was trying to make Clary feel guilty about him being a Downworlder.

"You do?" The tightest belt in the world had been released once again. "Well, can you tell me?"

"I could," Simon chuckled, "but I won't."

"Why not?"

"What's in it for me?"

"Oh come on Simon, all I want to know is who the High Warlock is and where I can find him. It's not like I'm asking you to go to his or her house and do their laundry."

"Still, I want something in return."

"Fine. What do you want?"

"I want you to break up with Jace."

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