"A WHAT?!" Clary could hear her voice shouting at the man who stood in front of her, but she refused to stay calm. Too many times had Clary been pushed about, shouted at, lied to, and now this wouldn't be another one of those times. The man who claimed his name was Magnus Bane just stood there staring at her with his cat eyes. He was tall and thin, and obviously not American, although Clary didn't know where. The shadow around his eyes were dark and smokey, and although Clary knew she were staring at him but couldn't take her eyes away from his yellow cat-like pupils.
"Do you like my makeup?" He smirked at her, "I used the smokey effect to emphasis on my eyes." Magnus was teasing her, fluttering his perfectly neat eyes and smirking at her. This just made her even angrier, to boiling point.
"Oh fuck off! I have the worst week of my life and now you come here telling me that you're a fucking fairy-"
"Warlock." He interrupted her calmly.
"What ever. Well, warlock Bane," she nearly spat out the last two words and her temper was still rising. "How do you know my name? And do you really expect me to believe that you're full of magic and potions and what ever other shit you do." She paused for breath and then repeated quietly; "How do you know my name?"
Before Magnus could answer her there was a small cough, interrupting their argument. Jonathon, stood behind them both, just on the path before the dock began.
"So sorry to interrupt this-" he paused and half smiled at Clary, "reunion, but Sebastian is on his way to see Clary and I get the feeling warlock that you two aren't on the best of terms right now?"
"Wait, you two know each other?" Clary's head turned from one to another with her mouth gaping open.
"Sure we go fairly back don't we Bane? I mean I know he's immortal and all that but to me he's been here my whole life. He's like that annoying family member you hate but they just can't leave you alone." Jonathon sent a small wink to the warlock, who simply stared back mildly in return. "So Clary this is Magnus, Magnus this is Clary. Mundane meet magic man, magic man meet mundane. There done? Brilliant, c'mon warlock lets go before 'Jace' gets here."
The two of them both started to walk away from Clary. Jonathon had spoken so quickly yet calmly, all the information was just spinning around in her head, and instead of getting answers from him, all she had gotten were more questions to ask.
"Wait! You can't just leave! What do you mean immortal, he can't be immortal, can he?! How old is he? And how old are you? Why doesn't Jace, or Sebastian, or whatever, like him? And what's a mundane?"
"Well isn't she full of questions." Magnus observed, looking her up and down as if she was just another item of clothing he was considering buying. "That was a nice speech there Clary, but really we must go. Don't be such a drama by the way, he liked you before all that." He winked at her then walked off and disappeared through the trees surrounding the lake.
"Who likes me?" Clary replied quickly. 'Too quickly, idiot!'
Instead of replying, Jonathon looked at Clary with wide eyes and a slightly parted mouth. Clary could feel the heat rising to her cheeks and she quickly tore her eyes away from him. Clearing her throat she spoke again. "Um, shouldn't you be going? Sebastian coming and all?" As if waking up from a trance, Jonathon's head snapped upwards and he started to walk away for the second time.
"Jonathon?" Clary called after him. He turned and looked at her with his golden eyes. "Yeah?"
"Can you come to mine later?" Once again, her cheeks turned red, so she quickly carried on. "Uh, I think you have ALOT of explaining to do?"
It could have been the low sun light, but Clary was sure that Jonathon's body shifted and his eyes lit up slightly.
"Uh, yeah, sure."
For the final time, Jonathon walked away from Clary.