By the way, I do realise that some times I say Alec of Magnus POV in the beginning g and then switch the POV like halfway through the paragraph. Really sorry for that, I can't seem to help it. So, chapter seven:

Magnus POV

A few days later, Magnus decided he had to see the High Warlock again. Luckily, being the High Warlock, they had Alexander's address recorded at the institute. Magnus quickly wrote it down and set out into the big bad world sometimes known as New York. He took a train into Brooklyn. Unlike other Nephilim , Magnus had no problem being out in public. Gave him a chance to show of his fabulous fashion to the public. He hopped off the subway and walked the short distance to the warlocks home, surprising many pedestrians in the process.

Soon he was standing outside the deep blue door that stood at the front of the three story brown stone in the middle of Brooklyn. He reach up to place his hand on the buzzer, wondering one last time why he had come here. Shrugging, he pushed it. A quiet, crackling voice answered.

"Hello? Who is this?" Came the voice, rumbling over the speaker.

"You should know, shouldn't you? Being the High Warlock and all?" A snort sounded over the intercom.

"Yes I do indeed, Magnus Bane. But I find that people do not appreciate being greeted with 'hello, I already know who you are, because I can sense you. Come right up'." Now it was Magnus' turn to snort.

"No, I guess they wouldn't. I assume you know from experience? That must have been in interesting." Now Magnus was grinning, visualising it.

"Yes, that was a day I never want to relive. Ever. So, what brings you to my humble abode? Do you require my services?"

"May I come in?" Magnus heard Alexander's snort over the speaker. He must have sounded very forward.

"Of course, come inside." The door slowly opened on its own, slightly eerily. Magnus stepped inside and saw the Warlock sitting on a black leather couch in the middle of the lavish room. The blue eyed man gestured to the suede armchair across from where he was seated. "So, how are you feeling? That was a rather nasty wound you had."

"Fine, thanks to you." Alexander raised his brow, clearly not expecting that.

"So, what business have you here?" Alexander's asked, clearly curious.

"I... I actually wanted to thank you." Magnus silently cursed his slip-up. He Never stuttered. Ever. Alexander raised his other brow. Wow. What. Was. Happening? A Shadowhunter? Being polite? It was unheard of.

"Okay then... are you actually a Nephilim?" Magnus gave him a confused look. "I'll take that as a yes then." This earned him another confused look.

Oh, what has the world come to?

Alec POV

Why was there an angel on his doorstep? Magnus was the prettiest person Alexander had seen in many, many years, and here he was, appearing at his house. And he was here to say Thank You. Why is he so perfect? He was so beautiful, and though he may not show it, Alexander knew he was kind. Magnus was standing in front of him, and he had no idea what to do. You'd think after his long life, Alexander would be smoother at this kind of thing, but he was still vulnerable in that way. He had gotten caught once to much on people he had thought were kind. He had had his heart broken so many times, and yet here he was, doing it all over again.

"So, have you had lunch yet?" The Warlock said, trying to break the tension.

"No, not yet." Magnus replied, surprised. Is the High Warlock asking me on a date?

"Would you like to accompany me?" Apparently.

So together they set out on their first date. Their first of many.

O~O