Well here I go again. Thanks for your reveiws by the way. They made me happy. :D


Magnus leaned against a wall trying his damnedest to look bored. He crossed his arms and scanned the room lazily of the faces of various downworlders. He tuned out the loud chatter and music and focusing on reading the emotions on people's faces. He saw a young,a nd obviously intoxicated werewolf who looked about five seconds away from punching a young looking faerie girl in the face. It seemed the the girl had offended the wolf. The warlock's face twisted into a smirk for a moment. He hoped the boy had aneough sense left in him to just let it go and walk away. He didn't want to end up with werewolf on his continued with his scan after a moment, a look of joy one way, irritation in another. Mostly though, the faces looked flushed from alcohol.

The party was in full swing, and yet Magnus found himself against a wall. At his own party. Five minutes ago he had been in with the mob of downworlders, dancing, drinking and generally just having a good time. Now he was anxiously trying to be calm, and even bored. His sudden apprehension might seem crazy to some people, but Magnus had swore he saw something that couldn't be possible. It wasn't. He waved it off as a result of what had happened earlier, but thinking about it sent a chill down his spine. It looked too real. Helooked too real. Magnus drew in a long breath, trying to clear his head.

While he was dancing he had bumped into someone, naturally. That happened all the time, the floor was packed obviously. But the reaction of the person who he had bumped was anything but natural. Magnus had heard the person gasp, and then saw him cringe away out of the corner of his eye. He turned to face this person who was shrinking away from being touched on a dance floor. Obviously this was no place for him.

What he saw had him rushing through the throng of downworlders and pressing his back against the wall as he was now. Now that he thought about it though, it seemed a tad stupid. He had only looked at the kid for at most a second before he took off. But he couldn't help it. It was like seeing a ghost 'Or,' he thought 'Maybe you're were just letting yourself believe that. Because you're to weak to just let him go.' Magnus made an irritated noise at his own thoughts, making a few guest look at him in surprise, and moved back giving him a bubble of personal space.

Great, now he was disturbing the guests. The more he thought about what he saw, the more irritated with himself he became. He couldn't get all flustered every time he saw a pale-ish kid with black hair. That was nothealthy. And that hadn't ever happened before, he'd seen plenty of kids that had that look, and none of them had him acting like he was now, he hadn't even seen the kid's face. He supposed it had to have been finding that old sweater earlier. He also supposed he should find the kid and apologize, it couldn't have been normal to see a high warlock look at you for half a second and then take off like he was going to puke.

Honestly, Magnus was starting to get over the concept of a party tonight. He figured he'd let the guest have their fun though. No need to end there enjoyment just because he couldn't get into it. He looked up from where his eyes had drifted to on the floor when he saw shoes appear in front of him. He saw met with red hair and blue-green eyes. Samantha. Clary's grand-daughter. She was looking at him with her lips pursed and her hands on her hips.

"What?" he asked, not so much in the mood to converse with another reminder of the past. She looked a lot like Clary had at twenty, the age Samantha was now. Except for her eye color that had happened from her other parent, a Lightwood incidentally. Isabelle's daughter. Clary and Jace's son looked like Jace but had Clary's hair, which was quite amusing to see, and Isabelle's daughter looked like another incarnation of herself and Maryse.

"Oh you're 'what?'ing me?" Samantha said he had's still place on her hips "Because I'm not the one standind against the wall looking like I'm going to kill somebody, and pass out all with in a five minute timespan."

Magnus rolled his eyes at the girl, she may look like Clary, but she acted more like Isabelle "You were watching me? And what are you doing here anyways?"

She threw her arm in the air in frustration and sighed " What am I doing here? I'm partying, how about you?"

Magnus smirked and shook his head "You're just like your grandmother"

"Grandma Clary?" she asked with an eyebrow raised

"No dear," he laughed "Isabelle."

"Oh." was all she said to that and after a moment "Well you seem to be not having a very good time, so what's up?" what was with these shadowhunters? Always prying into his life.

"Well actually Samantha," Magnus said, and watched her make a face at her full name "I was about to go join the crowd again, and dance the night away. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go do just that." and with that he weaved around her and into the crowd before she even had a chance to speak. She looked after him for a moment her face annoyed and stalked off in another direction.

Magnus hit the crowd with a start, weaving through gracefully, but not as quickly as he had departed. Being taller than most everyone was working with him now as he looked for the black haired boy from before. He scanned the head of the downworlrlds, black hair more uncommon than one might think. Most hair colors were dyed bright colors, pinks and blues, and green. There were a fair amount of normal mundane hair colors, and they were all werewolves, they weren't as keen as making themselves standout. Probably because they were still mortal. Or something like that. He spotted the black hair of the back of someones head and zeroed in on it. As he approached he saw that it was in fact a guy, and he looked very uncomfortable in his current situation in the mod of dancers. Bingo. Magnus came with in arm's reach and placed a hand on the boys shoulder. He spun around to see who had touched him, and Magnus gasped.