PoV Clary

I opened my eyes as Simon opened the blinds. I squinted in the light and rolled over, moaning softly. Simon laughed and sat back down on his bed, pulling out a Torchwood magazine. He was one of the only people I knew, aside from Magnus, who bought that merchandise as well as watching the show.

"Come on, Goldie Locks, it's time to get up," Simon said.

"It's Saturday," I moaned. "I don't need to get up yet."

"You do if you're gonna catch the flight home for Thanksgiving," Simon snorted. "You are going home, right?"

"Shit, I don't know." I picked up my phone and called my mum.

She picked up on the third ring. "Hi, sweetie."

"Hey, mum, am I coming home for Thanksgiving?"

"I was going to Luke's," she said. I could hear her shuffling around the tiny flat. "But if you want to, it's fine. But you are coming home for Christmas."

"Yeah, Christmas. Um, I think I'll stay here. I mean, the flights in an hour and I'm still in bed, so…"

"Well, I'll see you at Christmas."

We hung up and I settled back into my bed. I was starting to drift off when our door banged open, revealing a half dressed Magnus. He had a small cat in his hands, and four shirts tucked under his arm.

"Clary," he said after closing the door, "I found my cat in my closet."

"Wouldn't you find Alec in a closet?" Simon asked, not looking up from his magazine.

"Zip it, rat boy," Magnus growled. "Clare, I don't know what to do! We're not allowed pets. And it's been, like, three months since that start of school, so I don't know what he's been eating."

"Well, just send him home," I said. "You have a friend who looks after him, right?"

"Yes." He gasped. "That little bitch! She hasn't even called me to say that Chairman went missing! I bet she didn't even go to my house to check on him!"

"Chairman?" Simon asked, pushing his glasses up. "Who calls there cat Chairman?"

"Chairman Meow, if you must know." Magnus looked indignant, sitting down on the edge of my bed. "But, Clary, what do I do?"

"Hide him. In your room."

"Like Odd did in Code Lyoko," Simon mumbled, his attention back on the magazine.

"What?" Magnus looked at me, confused. "What's Code Lyoko?"

"French TV show," I said. "But that's the general idea. Keep Chairman Meow in your room, feed him from the cafeteria, and take him outside often enough to do him business."

"Chairman Meow is not a dog. He doesn't do his business outside, he doesn't eat table scraps and he has his own little room in my flat, he wouldn't like sharing with me."

There was a silence in which both Simon and I looked at Magnus, wide eyed and astounded.

"That cat has its own room?" Simon asked. "I had to share a room with my sister for three years before I got my own room. You have a room for your cat?"

"It was a small walk-in closet that I didn't need," Magnus said, completely unaware of how strange this conversation topic was to us. "I put all these climbing frames and cat beds in and he has his own little litter box and a water fountain and everything a cat could need."

Again, Simon and I were silent.

There was a knock at the door again, and Magnus quickly hid Chairman Meow under a pillow. Jace and Alec walked in, and Magnus sighed, releasing Chairman Meow from his pillow.

"You have a cat," Alec said, sitting behind Magnus and wrapping his arms around his normally sparkly boyfriend.

"He has a room for his cat," Simon said, trying to portray how strange it was to us.

"My cats have their own room," Alec said. "It's like a play room, with climbing frames and beds."

"My hawk has its own room," Jace said, sitting next to me in my bed. "It's our bird sanctuary."

"Well, that's a bird, it's different than a cat," Simon said. "What is it with rich people and pampering their pets?"

"I'm not rich," Alec said.

"I am," Magnus said.

"Yeah, he too," Jace said.

"Alec, you live in a three story house with six bedrooms and a guest house out back," I said. "You're rich."

"I thought… A lot of people had that stuff…"

"Alec, I live in a two bedroom flat with my mum," I said. "The kitchen and the dining room are the same, and the living room is half the size of our kitchen, which barely fits a fridge, a sink and an oven. No, not everyone else is rich."

"Not that I don't love talking about money, but could we get back to my cat?" Magnus asked. "I need to keep him somewhere!"

"Keep him in your room until Christmas break, take him home and then set him free," Simon said, exasperated.

"Set him free?" Magnus said. "Like, into the wild?"

Simon's eyebrows slowly crept up into his hairline. "I'm done," he said, getting up. "I'm fucking done." He slammed the door on his way out.

"What did I do?" Magnus said.