8
Magnus
She looked up at him. His eyes were serious and full of meaning.
Why is he so keen on helping me? She thought to herself.
"Do you understand me?" he asked her. "You will."
She swallowed hard but for some reason, could not help but nod her head, feeling as if his reassurance was helpful.
"Come on," he gestured. "I know someone who can help us."
"Who would that be?"
"Magnus Bane," he replied before taking her hand and leading her down the streets. She looked down at their hands that were intertwined. She couldn't help but blush.
Stop it. You only just met him.
"Isn't he a warlock?" she asked.
"The High Warlock of Brooklyn, to be exact," he replied. He waved down a taxi and they got in it.
"Is he nice?"
"He's dating my best friend. He'd better be."
"Oh, so him and Izzy are dating?"
"Not…exactly."
She sent him a questioning look. "Wait…Is…Is…Alec…Gay?" she asked.
"There you go."
She puffed her cheeks before she let out her actual emotions. "AWWWWW; I bet they're so happy together!" she purred, putting her hands to her cheeks.
"Wait…so…you don't care?"
"Why on earth would I care?"
"Most of our kind don't approve of homosexuality." He said our kind so that the taxi driver wouldn't hear what they said.
"Well, most of our kind isn't like me, now are they?"
"No; they're nothing like you." He looked over at her. "An Angel supporting something like that; that's news to me."
"Is it bad news?"
"No. It's excellent." They sat in a still silence for several minutes until the taxi driver stopped. Jace tipped him before getting out of the car, helping Leigh-Ann.
"This is where he lives?"
Jace nodded before walking up the steps. He pushed the buzzer and a moment later a voice came out of it.
"Who is it?"
"It's your boyfriend's best friend. Let me in."
"Why are you here?" he sounded irate.
"I've brought an Angel. Now let me in."
"Ha Ha, Jace; you're so funny."
"I'm not kidding. It's Leigh-Ann Grace."
There was a silence before; "Taylor?" went through the intercom.
Once again, Leigh-Ann could not resist looking to her right.
"That's her. Now will you let me in?"
Instead of a reply, the buzzer went off. Jace let her go in before coming in after and shutting it behind them. A moment later, a man had entered the hallway they were walking in. He was dressed in tie-dyed colored pants and a tie-dyed shirt. His hair was spiked up and colored blue.
"Now I see it," Leigh-Ann couldn't help but say.
"See what?" Magnus asked. He put his hands on his hips. Leigh-Ann flushed. She didn't mean to say that out loud.
"I'm-"
"You're Leigh-Ann Grace Taylor?" His voice was full of curiosity.
"…Yes," she replied after a moment.
"You're a pretty girl and very popular amongst Downworlders."
"By the Angel; how many of you people know my name?" she finally yelled, exasperated.
"Well, I'm sorry. I would assume you-"he shut up instantly. She knit her eyebrows together and looked up at Jace. He had shot a look over to Magnus.
"What the hell were you about to say?" she fired at Magnus.
"Nothing," he said, quickly.
"No, you're going to tell me!"
"I said nothing. Now what do you two want?"
"We need your help."
"You said you had an Angel with you. Now where is it?"
Jace held his hand out to me. "She's right here."
Magnus' eyes widened to orbs. Leigh-Ann shrugged, feeling rather uncomfortable being stared at in such a manner as if she were a new toy a child was getting.
"Leigh-Ann Grace Taylor is an Angel? Well, by God that explains-"
He silenced again and Leigh-Ann looked up at Jace, glaring.
"What the hell is it?"
Magnus cleared his throat. "Come along to the living room," he said, changing the subject. "Explain to me what you need help with."
Leigh-Ann huffed, but followed after him, and Jace followed after them.
She sat upon his divan where a cat was lying down. She could not help but reach out to him and pet his silk fur. When he felt who was petting him, he stood up, stretched, and climbed into Leigh-Ann's lap.
"That's Chair Man Meow," Magnus explained. "He seems to like you there."
"Well, I like him, too," she purred, scratching his ears.
"Now on to business; what do you need me to help you with?"
Leigh-Ann looked at Jace. "Why'd you bring me to a warlock? How can he help me?"
"Well, thank you for that," Magnus said sarcastically.
"I didn't mean to be rude. I just want to know how a warlock knows how to help me with the situation."
"What's the situation? Why is an Angel on the earth, anyway? That could only mean-"
"That she was cast out," Jace finished for him.
"So, she is in need of gaining her wings then?"
"Yes. She doesn't know how to do that, though."
"I know exactly what you need, then."
"How could you possibly know what I need from that little of information?" she asked.
"I've lived for centuries, lovely lady Leigh-Ann, and I am well aware of everything. You're not the first Angel I've encountered with this sort of problem."
"Then what is it I need?"
"What we need to do is summon the Angel Gabriel."