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CASTLES MADE OF SAND, CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
HOMECOMING PART II

The Long and Winding road

"The long and winding road, That leads to your door, Will never disappear
I've seen that road before, It always leads me here
Lead me to your door."

There were a series of events and happenings that occurred that stormy night at Mount Western Prep. Private Academies homecoming dance. Course changing events which involved different groups of friends and couples of every other side, coming together in such a way that detoured the meaning of what was supposed to be a perfect night; but nevertheless it was definitely one to remember.

For you see, there was a couple, a boy and a girl, who were somewhat careless and didn't use protection of any kind when they escaped into the night; and the occurrence that went on was bound to cause long-term trouble. On another end of the night, there was another two, this time a boy and a boy, evenly matched, who ended up throwing heated words and punches in a darkly lit hallway; far from any curious eyes. Then, there again, were two boys in which one boy wouldn't know where he stood anymore in regards with the other by the end of the night—into the early morning.

The booze would have been flowing in heavy streams and more than one person would have ended up dabbling in a few drinking games out back, that led to a girl being left alone in the rain. A chance kiss with the wrong person would bring up new difficulties. Someone would say I love you at the crack of midnight, and whether that 'I love you' was reciprocated or not, we don't know quite yet. And then, there was someone who died.

But we'll get to that a bit later. Because what is suspense without the wait?

"You have got to be kidding me," Isabelle sauntered her way over to the breakfast nook table where Alec, Jace, Clary and Simon all sat around, talking to Robert who, at the same time, stayed standing next to the table. Isabelle had gracefully walked in right at the exact moment that Simon and Robert had gone into a long conversation about old Ford cars and the merit of the originals. Alec sat next to Jace, in which they basically twinned each others positions: both leaning forward on their elbows, with their knuckles pressed and ducked right underneath their chins. Clary sat across from Jace, fiddling with the edges of a roll smeared with butter in her hand, and obviously, Simon was beside her, in a kicked back gesture, leaning over the back of his chair.

"Hmm?" Robert broke his focus on Simon at the sound of Isabelle's voice and turned his head to regard her.

"You're fraternizing with the enemy." She stated, leaning over Simon to grab a pear out of one of the mosaic orange and blue glass bowls in the middle of the table. Simon slightly scowled in her direction as she stood back up, properly. But if Alec didn't know any better, Simon was looking at her as if she were some type of foreign object that he desired but somehow knew he wouldn't be able to obtain. But that was only Alec's perception, and really he had never been all that good at figuring people out. Not as good as Isabelle usually was, or not even as close to how Magnus deemed to be.

"This young man is one of the good ones," Robert clapped his hand down on top of Simon's shoulder. "Simon right?" Robert turned his gaze back down to Simon.

"Yes sir," Simon said courteously. He had been acting like that ever since he stepped in the door and met Robert. It was as if he were dancing around their father lightly as to not upset him in courting his daughter. Although they all knew that, that wasn't Simon's purpose of being at their house at the present moment.

"Well I'll leave you kids here to talk amongst yourselves. I'll be in the front living room." Robert announced and then he left the room soundlessly, not so much in a rush, but not in a lingering manner otherwise.

"So," Clary leaned in close, her bare freckled shoulders inching up towards her ears. She was dressed in a simple white tank top and cut off light washed shorts; not what she was going to wear for homecoming, obviously, but for the day where they had all decided to hang out before hand. "Sebastian and John are getting the drinks later on. They'll probably pick it up from Sage around ten or so."

"Why isn't Magnus getting it? Him and Sage are like best friends." Simon interjected, raising one of his eyebrows from behind his glasses. His plain brown hair was as disorderly as Alec's hair always was; dishevelled to new extremes around his head, falling haphazardly across his forehead. His thin lips were pulled into a straight line, and his chocolate brown eyes remained steady. He was that person who was unwavering—as James was in Alec's opinion—a steady glowing flame in the darkness; someone who was there to keep those who they cared for grounded. In this case, Simon was that for Clary, and possibly James was that for William or Magnus... Or a combination of the both.

"Magnus said he didn't want to see Sage until after, well, you know... Tomorrow." Clary said the word hesitantly; a faint whisper that no doubt everyone had caught on to. Simon replied silently, making his mouth into a simple 'O' shape—the thought seeming to evade his mind a moment before.

"Why do you say it like that?" Isabelle enquired as she sat against the edge of the table beside Alec, resting her forearm against the top of his head before he ducked out of the position.

"Oh, well, I guess you guys know that Magnus' mother passed away a long time ago right?" Clary prodded, glancing back and forth between all of the Lightwood siblings, her emerald eyes were gleaming with a fresh bright hue. They all gave a silent nod of acknowledgement. "Tomorrow is the date. And I mean, Sage was a friend of Palmer's a long, long time ago. And if you knew her apparently Sage is like her counter part in some ways? Or at least that's what Magnus once told me." Clary looked down at her hands that rested in her lap now; her pink lips pulled into a taught line. "But please don't mention anything to him. All of us try our best not to say anything to him about it around this time of the year."

Alec felt a pang of stigma hit him sharply for a second, because he had attempted to get Magnus to talk about his mother the day prior and now he felt awful about it. Of course Magnus wouldn't have wanted to talk about his mother and Alec shouldn't have pushed him into that kind of a situation; he was acting selfishly on his part because truly all Alec wanted at the moment was to be let into Magnus' past life, because at the back of his mind he felt as if that would be the thing that would somehow solidify his permanent place in Magnus' present life. He didn't necessarily think about the fact that it was probably terribly hard for Magnus to talk about his mothers death in that moment. Another pain hit him; how could he do that to Magnus? Alec of all people should have understood the ramifications that came with losing someone they loved in a tragic way...

"Oh yes, yes. Like I mentioned before the Weeping Angel is quite possibly my favorite statue," a lithe familiar voice captured Alec's senses instantly. He hadn't realized anything until that moment that everyone around him seemed to go on without him; talking about the drinks and plans Sebastian and Johnathan had devised for that night. And he certainly hadn't realized that Magnus—and William—were now at the front door of his house. He could hear them faintly talking with Robert.

He continued to listen in on the movements out in the other room, while everyone else payed no attention at all. Alec could feel the blood quickening in his veins, flowing erratically throughout him. "You should see the museums they have up in Prague, definitely a sight to see." Robert suggested as the three figures walked through the archway. Alec didn't turn to regard them, he attempted to look straight ahead at Simon, only watching from his peripheral vision Magnus and William make their way over to the group.

"Mmm, what are we talking about here?" Magnus leaned over the back of Alec's chair, covertly trailing his fingers up and along Alec's back through the cut out in the chair. From the position they were in, no one would have been able to see Magnus' hand sneaking slowly up Alec's spine—causing him to shiver feverishly; heat flooding his face instantly.

"Sebastian and John getting the drinks. And what they're planning for a little after party—my house, I guess." Clary smirked up at Magnus who was still leaning over Alec's chair. The smell of pungent fruit wavered off of him, in sweet spurts. Alec tensed under the movements of Magnus' hand, and Isabelle looked down at him weirdly, noticing the tension that now rested along the planes of Alec's shoulders and chest.

"That bastard brother of yours never tells me about these plans," Magnus teased, straightening up a bit from behind Alec; his hand slipping away.

"Oh I wonder why," Clary drawled out, smirking. "After the last couple of drinking binges you've went on, I seem to think there is a reason John may not mention it to you right off the bat..." She giggled wondrously, and Alec glanced to his side at Jace who's eyes lit up and glittered at her laugh.

"He isn't still mad about the time I burned all of his clothes, is he?" Magnus asked, causing Jace, Isabelle and Alec to swing their heads back to regard him with curious eyes. It was then that Alec had realized he hadn't yet gotten the chance to get a good look at Magnus. He was wearing a ripe green slinky tank top that fell over his black waxy shorts clad hips marvellously. There was a small dark silver chain tucked underneath the low hem of his tank top; and at the end, through the shirt, Alec could see the outline of a small oval shaped pendant. Magnus smirked down at him quickly; his lips slightly glossed while his eyes were fully lined with ashy black eyeliner. "Accidentally," Magnus nodded his head at Clary, "that is."

"Oh sure, I bet that was an accident," she smiled. Of course, in many ways, Alec was still trying to figure out how a group of friends as diverse as they all were, managed to work fluidly and stick together. There might have been things going on behind the scenes, but essentially they all seemed to connect perfectly. Whether that was because they bonded over being the rich kids on top of the hills or because they truly all had the same interests, Alec didn't know.

"Did you tell John to make sure to put the drinks in the trunk of Gideon's car?" William's voice still struck some type of nervous and or mental cord within Alec. William wasn't per-se intimidating in Alec's opinion, just very... Defiant—as if he cancelled out and hid his true emotions and thoughts with his personality in order to hide himself. Under that semi-delicate, semi-hard face, tall slender body, thick black head of hair, and behind those deep sinking blue eyes Alec didn't quite know what he saw. All he knew though was that he didn't exactly like it, and it made him feel apprehensive whenever he was around William.

But this was Magnus' best friend; this was someone who Magnus trusted completely for reasons Alec couldn't possibly know. And it was a little price to pay—to get used to the idea of William always being around—for Alec to make Magnus a little bit happy in that respect. Of course, Alec hadn't had a proper conversation with Magnus about his thoughts towards William, but they didn't exactly need to have that discussion... Did they?

"I'll call him right now, just hold on," she started to get up from the table, her phone in hand as she walked over to the other side of the kitchen. William followed her ruthlessly; his steps graceful and soundless against the floor.

"Wipe that stupid grin off your face," Isabelle turned to Simon, pointing her finger accusatory at his chest. He was wearing another one of his classics shirt, which had bright yellow letters across the front saying: 'Say Goodbye to the Ponds' and another image of a telephone booth from England—or as it was, a Tardis. Alec internally laughed to himself—smiling outwards.

"What the hell?" Simon gazed up at her, through his glasses. "I can't smile now?"

"No. Not while you're around me," Isabelle said haughtily, pushing lightly at his chest. Simon nudged her in the side rather playfully, but in doing so he accidentally knocked her from the tables edge. "Hey!" She half shouted, flicking her slightly damp hair out of her face.

"Oh god, I'm sorry Izzy," Simon said between fervent laughs, getting up out of his seat to help her up from the ground. "Here," he held out his hand to her.

"And to think you actually wanted to have a chance with me." Isabelle huffed as she willingly accepted his hand.

"WHAT? Who told you that, not," Simon added hastily coughing into his fist, "that, that's true or anything." Jace shook his head wistfully from Alec's side, sighing as he did so.

"Alexander," Magnus said lowly, moving around so he stood more beside him, than behind, so Alec wouldn't have to strain his neck. "You know that Biology homework we had yesterday?" Alec quirked his eyebrow, not catching on immediately to where Magnus was going with this at all. "Do you mind showing it to me? Is it in... Your room, by any chance?" Magnus gave him a pointed challenging look, and for a brief moment he darted out his tongue licking his bottom lip seductively. Alec looked around him hesitantly; Simon and Isabelle were still mildly bickering, Simon's face was flushed with color while Isabelle seemed to marvel in that fact; Clary and William were still on the other side of the kitchen, closest to the archway which would lead into the front foyer, but now instead of Clary talking on the phone they were submerged into their own conversation; and Jace had his head down, resting on top of the table, his back rising slowly and steadily.

"Uhh, yeah. Here come on, I'll show you where it is." Alec nearly stumbled into Magnus' body while getting up from his seat and a slight flush crawled across the tops of his cheekbones. He took the lead out of the kitchen—obviously—and headed towards the archway that would lead into the bedroom section of their house. Magnus followed not too closely behind at first, but once they were out of sight of the kitchen, he snaked his arm around Alec's waist—resting his hand low on the dip of Alec's hip bone. Alec instantly sank into the gesture, shifting his weight so he could feel more of Magnus against him as they continued down the hall.

They finally came up to his bedroom door, mere moments after leaving the kitchen. Alec could feel heat rising up his cheeks, because this was Magnus and this was his room; the two counter parts working together could either call for disaster or bliss. But nevertheless Alec was nervous. He reached out for the door knob and hesitantly turned it and stepped into his room—which he haphazardly attempted to clean before Magnus and William came over. It was bright, his blinds pulled completely up; letting in all the light of the suns persistent rays. His bed was smaller than Magnus' high bed that had been at his house, and he didn't have the luxury of having an ensuite connected to his bedroom by a set of carved french doors. But, his room was still a small—or rather large—token to the person he was.

Beside his cherry wood dresser rested two perfectly polished surf boards: each having intricate black and gold patterns trailing along the edges and through the middle. Right underneath his large window lay his vintage guitar, resting against the low sill—begging to be played. There were also books everywhere; books Alec had taken from his fathers study over the summer and past few weeks, that he had yet to return to their rightful spots. He attempted to put them in an orderly fashion on top of his night tables and dresser, as well shoved underneath his bed... His walls were presently bare—like Jace's walls were—save for the plaques commemorating his soccer victories on Oble's finest team in their division, and a small copper rimmed family picture hanging above his bed.

"Uhh, so... Yeah, this is my room," Alec said timidly, offering Magnus a small smile. He could tell that he was blushing, but as of late he was getting rather used to it in the presence of Magnus. It was something he might never be able to get over, really. In a sharp rush of movements Magnus had captured both Alec's hips and his mouth, pressing both of them equally against his own, and without any sort of hesitation he feverishly attacked Alec. He divulged his tongue into Alec's mouth—not waiting for any permission of any kind—catching Alec off guard so much so that he let out a small gasp. Magnus seemingly eased the door shut with his foot.

"Magnus—" Alec attempted to say as Magnus continued to attack Alec's lips, sucking longingly on his bottom lip, while bringing his hands up, from Alec's waist, to hold Alec's face between the palms of his large hands. Magnus pulled back from the kiss reluctantly.

"We haven't seen each other since yesterday afternoon, Alexander. Just let me ravish you right now, before we have to go back." Magnus said hastily before he pushed Alec forcefully back onto his bed; crawling up his body seductively mere moments later. Magnus waisted no time at all and trailed his hands under and up Alec's long sleeve grey shirt, working his fingers over Alec's chest in a chilling tempting dance. At his cold touch Alec arched his back up from the bed; his head falling further into the confines of his sheets. Magnus latched his lush lips onto the side of Alec's neck, just below his ear and began to suck at the heated skin—darting his tongue out. He moved his lips over slightly to rest upon Alec's pulse point, dragging a strangled sigh from Alec's lips.

"Shit, Magnus," Alec groaned, placing his hands onto Magnus' butt—pressing him closer to his body. The need for some form of friction was becoming unbearable and in that moment Alec knew he wanted—needed so much more... Magnus picked up his head slightly to nibble on Alec's earlobe; catching it in between his teeth.

"Alexander, we have to be quiet," he indicated rather breathlessly, his breath ghosting over Alec's skin sweetly. He rolled his hips against Alec's swiftly as he bit down on Alec's ear numbly, suppressing his own groan.

"Okay." Alec sighed pushing up at Magnus chest. "When you do that, it makes it pretty hard to stay quiet." Alec said between pants. Magnus sat up a bit, straddling the top of Alec's thighs, while his hands were placed on either side of Alec's shoulders—propping him upwards. He smiled down at Alec a gave him a low husky laugh.

"What? When I do this?" Magnus grinned and grounded himself down on to Alec; the friction created made Alec throw his head back. He bit his lip hard, stifling back a low groan that threatened to escape his lips. He dug his finger tips in the fabric of Magnus' shorts around his hips, forcefully spurring Magnus on with the motion of his core moving over top of Alec's. "I see someone can't wait until tonight." Magnus leaned down to pepper kisses all over Alec's face.

"Tonight—? What's happening tonight?" Alec asked between breaths. He was panting hard now, and that should have been at least slightly embarrassing for him—but at the moment the only coherent thought flowing through his mind was: Magnus is on top of me, and I like it. A lot.

"Oh, I have a plan, lovely. Just you wait and see." Magnus purred as he scraped his nails down Alec's chest, through his long sleeved light grey shirt. Suddenly there was a faint knock as Alec's door; jostling both of them out of their luminous, ethereal state. Hastily and rather absent-minded forcibly, Alec pushed Magnus off of him and in the process Magnus was essentially thrown to the floor—a resounding thud bounced around Alec's room.

"Hey lovebirds," Isabelle eased his door open and instantly took stalk of the situation in front of her: Alec with his shirt pushed up to expose the majority of his abdomen; Magnus sprawled out on the hardwood floor of Alec's room—while they both looked completely and utterly flushed and otherwise needy. "We're all in the kitchen, yenno..." Isabelle trailed off, cocking her hand to the side to indicate towards the side of the house where the kitchen was located. She drew out her statement languidly and Alec arched his eyebrow briefly, high on his forehead in question.

"So?" He asked dubiously; his head still fogged from the events that were just transpiring a moment earlier.

"So... You think nobody would hear you two having sex?" Isabelle crossed her arms over her chest; something she seemed to be doing a lot lately and smirked; Magnus snickered from his spot on the ground, re-positioning himself so he was leaning back on his elbows. "Otherwise I'm pretty sure after awhile someone might think one or the other was getting murdered."

"We weren't going to have sex though," Alec groaned exasperatedly and fell back against his bed with a loud sigh, placing his hands on top of his stomach... Which was still bare... He moved his shirt down a second later and then continued to stay in his laid back position on his bed.

"I don't care," Isabelle flicked her wrist at him and slightly rolled her eyes.

"Why are you here anyways?" Alec asked a bit venomously and merely picked up his head to regard his sister. Magnus stood up from the floor, then, and placed himself back on top of Alec's bed; sitting closely, while placing his hand onto Alec's knee.

"Mad that I interrupted your alone time, eh?" Isabelle boasted a sadistic smile tugging at the corners of her lush pink lips.

"Iz—"

"Okay," she held her hands up in front of herself, "I was just thinking since Magnus has rather impeccable fashion sense, and since Clary's off with Jace now—doing God knows what—that I should come find him so he could help me pick a dress." Isabelle twirled a loss piece of—still slightly damp—ink black hair around her pointer finger. Alec scowled at her, desperately wishing he had locked his door. Magnus gagged Alec's reaction quickly and began to laugh lowly; his eyes shimmering brightly, turning more gold than green. Magnus leaned over, too quick for Alec to properly comprehend the action at the moment, and stole a quick kiss. Instantly Alec's face flooded with heat; while Isabelle—having witnessed another one of their kisses—had a rather sly smirk on her pale pretty face.

"Sure I can help you. That is if Alexander doesn't mind...?" Magnus turned his head to Alec, as he simply nodded in compliance. "Colors?" Magnus asked Isabelle expectantly, easing himself off of the bed.

"Pale gold, Blood red, Deep indigo..."

"Fantastic," Magnus' smile lit up and he wrapped his arm around Isabelle's shoulders. He stood taller than Isabelle by a lot; their skin colors contrasted widely, while their hair was almost the same shade of ink black. "I'll be back lovely," Magnus threw him a disastrous sultry grin over his shoulder—causing a hot tremor to run through Alec's veins. Whatever Magnus had planned for that night, Alec was rather excitedly anticipating greatly for it. Today there was a different air around them, one which was charged with a hidden message and an undeniable need for one another; in some sense.

Things were going to happen that night, things that made Alec nervous to think about but likewise relieved at the progression. With Magnus it was hard for Alec to form a solid sense of restraint, because everything—absolutely everything—Magnus did sent all of Alec's nerves on a rapid trepidation; almost like an uncontrollable wild fire. The subtle glances and smirks he gave Alec caused him to shiver; the sound of his voice—the soft caresses of his hands against Alec's hips and chest—matched the shivers equally with hot tremors of desire.

Magnus and Isabelle left the room within a minute, leaving Alec all by himself. Which he was somewhat thankful for—he was of course bothered by the fact that Magnus and him had been interupted—because otherwise he need to take a moment to himself so he could recollect his thoughts. A handful of minutes later Alec found himself suitable enough to return to the kitchen, in hopes of finding Simon at least to talk to, but dreading the fact that William would undoubtedly be there as well.

Alec stepped into the kitchen and sure enough Simon and William were sitting at the breakfast nook, laughing about something that had been said previous to Alec walking into the bright room. Jace and Clary were no where in sight; but that was how it was as of late; whenever Clary was around you couldn't count on being able to hang out with Jace all that much. And if Alec was going to be completely honest with himself, he was still a bit jealous at the thought of Clary coming into their lives—mainly Jace's—and essentially stealing him away from Alec's world.

"Hey Alec, sit down, sit down." Simon beckoned him over with a flick of his hand lazily. Alec sheepishly smiled and took the seat next to Simon, not daring to sit next to William really. But now they were positioned face-to-face; not at all any better of a situation, had Alec sat down beside him. "Do you like quading?" Simon asked earnestly, pushing his glasses up higher on the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah, I mean, I haven't really been out quading in a long time—way before we moved out here—it's really cool and all, but yeah, I like it." Alec found himself rambling around his clear objectives. He often found himself stumbling on his sentences and words around those who he wasn't entirely comfortable around.

"Good, because when we go up to Jem's next weekend, me, you, Seb, John, Jace, and Will here, will definitely be taking all the quads out." Simon's chocolate brown eyes flickered with excitement.

"Why not Jem?" Alec asked curiously. And to his surprise William instantly answered.

"His parents had bought all those quads a couple pf years ago just for Jem—and well his cousins from his uncles side. But that year Jem got sick and wasn't able to ever actually learn how to ride." William explained, setting his deep blue eyes onto Alec. They were so piercing and hard—ominously deep—almost like the dark unexplored portion of the ocean.

"Oh, I see." Alec didn't necessarily know how to go off of that. He felt a bit bad at intruding on such information as that.

"But he's fine now. Absolutely fine," William had a ghost of a smile on his lips, almost none noticeable—that is if you didn't look closely. "You're heading up with Jem and Tessa I suppose?" He asked, leaning back in his chair.

"I'm not sure, but I mean if they say it's okay then I will for sure take the offer." Alec smiled with his lips still firmly closed. He couldn't quite rap his head around the fact that William was actually being nice to him, at the moment. Maybe, just maybe, Magnus had said something to William sometime during the previous weeks, after they had went to the boat docks—when Alec had failed to suppress his feelings towards William, to Magnus.

"Is Izzy going?" Simon asked suddenly, brushing the palm of his hand over the top of his head—scruffing up his hair slightly.

"You know Simon, I'm starting to feel a bit threatened," William snaked his arms over his chest, smirking lopsidedly at Simon.

"What? Why?" Simon jerked his head to the side hastily; questioning and curiosity lacing all of his features instantly.

"This little crush you have on her. I feel a bit threatened by it," William indicated so clearly and bluntly. Simon's face paled significantly at the comment, and in that moment he decided to sit up straighter in his chair.

"I... No—" Simon began and then turned to Alec, "—I mean, don't get me wrong your sister is beautiful and all, but I mean... She makes me madder than Clary does when she goes off to do something completely reckless." William snorted, the smirk never leaving his face. "I don't like her," Simon said venomously, while he once again pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. "In that way."

"Whatever you say. Just respect the boundaries okay? I'm with Isabelle—"

"She doesn't like to be called Isabelle," Alec interjected silently, but all at the same time interrupting William wistfully. "Unless you're being really serious with her."

"Okay," William shrugged his shoulders up. "As I was saying... I'm with Izzy, and I don't need someone else moving in on her, got it Simon?" He said in a more joking manner, rather than serious. Simon indeed took this light-heartily, nodding his head; and during this whole occurrence Alec had come to realize that Simon might have had a small amount of feelings towards his sister. But that didn't strike him as hard as the fact that William was 'with Isabelle'.

"How big is this cabin?" Alec redirected the conversation back to the beginning; feeling the need to learn more about the place he would be spending three long nights and two long days at.

"Oh, it's big trust me." Simon answered. "Think: that master ski resort up in Idris, but packaged into a snow globe. A big snow globe."

"Simon, you're awful at giving descriptions." William quipped, swiping a butter roll off of a dish in the middle of the breakfast nook table. "Let's just say it is big enough to accommodate every last one of us."

"We get our own rooms," Simon added, although that was fairly evident by what William had just stated. "Unless yenno, one of the couples wanted to bunk with one another or something." He shrugged. "Tonight should be fun," Simon completely went out of left field again. His mind always seemed scattered as if he were internally attempting to fix his thoughts on something else as to evade certain thoughts that he was trying to escape.

"God, I hope Sebastian and John don't get wasted again," William rolled his eyes, rocking backwards in his chair.

"Hey, you have to admit it's pretty hilarious. Seeing those two drunk? Priceless, baby."

"You're doing it again Simon." William sighed as he continued to rock back and forth on the back legs of his chair; while ripping into another piece of the butter roll he held between his lithe delicate fingers.

"What?"

"Being disastrously weird." William smiled and suddenly stood up from his seat, shoving the rest of the butter roll into his mouth and devouring it quickly. "Well, I'm going to go get Magnus. We've got a few things to do today—might as well start early." William glanced at Alec briefly, a small glance Alec couldn't quite make out, but he thought nothing of it otherwise. "Rooms are that way, yeah?" He gestured with a tilt of his head to the archway that led to the bedroom hall.

"Yeah, It's the last room, at the end of the hall," Alec indicated, not meeting William's gaze.

"Thanks." He said and turned around to saunter out of the room.

"Prepare yourself for tonight Alec," Simon yawned, and set his head upon the table top with his face turned towards Alec. His honest chocolate brown eyes peering up from beneath his rimmed glasses.

"Why do you say that?" Alec enquired.

"Because usually at these school events, things go terribly wrong and sometimes terribly right... So, prepare for the worst my friend."

A/N: Hi you guys! So this chapter took longer than expected because... I changed a bunch of things around! It would have been up sooner, had I not wanted things to go a bit differently, while still staying true to the initial paragraphs at the top. Another reason why this took so long is because I have been extremely paranoid about the Fanfiction purging, and I've been recklessly backing-up and downloading all of my story chapters (because I'm stupid and I delete them from my computer afterwards—not smart!) So, due to my paranoia and change-up, this chapter took way too long, and I am truly sorry for that! I promise, the next one won't take too long-and it will be huge-sort of? I guess... Er, well I mean you guys will be the judge of that. So yeah, Homecoming is one of the big events, like the small dinner party was, but it isn't the last! There is still Jem's cabin next week (in which i decided to change the rating to 'M' already in anticipation for those chapters...), possibly one more big event (I'm still contemplating on that), and then the monster which will take up so many chapters: The Bane annual banquet. I don't have much to say about this chapter in particular; I just wanted to get a bit more Malec in there I guess!

Reviews are for those who ship Malec forever.

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