In the end, most people voted for letting her go and fighting the wizard. Just over half voted to let her keep her book, and Sawyer was happy with that. She needed that book, she was the only one who could use it at its best, and that was needed right now. The Grimmerie was a book with a lot of spells, and everything was written in ancient greek. Sawyer hadn't found everything yet. Her translations were still at the castle, she would have to get them. She had translated most of the spells she'd read and used, to figure out exactly what their purpose was. She still had to translate the spell she'd used on Collin, to figure out what happened more precisely. They went back to New York after that, with the portal at the Gard. She had taken her book into the room Maryse had given her, and Christabel had gone in there with her.
'Wait, I got something,' she said, 'This spell is to change what is now into what used to be. Apliable on people, though the effect may be temporary, or just an illusion.'
Sawyer thought about it. 'Maybe they mean it like... turning old people in what they used to look like when they were young, that stuff.'
'I could do that, I think,' Christabel said, 'I mean, I can create Cinderella girls. Like, turning a simple plain dress into a beautiful gala dress. I have done that sort of thing, for poor girls, turning their dress so they can go to the school dance with their dream boy. I've seen the Seelie Queen making people old or young with a glamour, when I still was welcome in the Court.'
'If we try it together,' Sawyer said, 'Me this spell, and you your magic, it might work, it might change them back!'
Sawyer had tried spells before, but this was the closest to a cure she had found. Other spells were just counterspells to curses, but not all curses could be undone by that sort of spell, and this one couldn't.
'Where's Magnus?' Sawyer asked.
'He's with Alec, I think,' Christabel said, 'That's were he usually is. It's so romantic, you know. Even cursed and turned into a cat Magnus loves him.'
Sawyer laughed. Christabel had always been a romantic person. Unlike Glinda in the musical, Christabel had never been in love with Collin, and when Sawyer had fallen in love with him, Christabel had told her to go for it, and that a forbidden love between the Wicked Witch of the West and a shadowhunter was very romantic. Like Romeo and Juliet.
Sawyer and Christabel left the room, looking for Alec and Magnus. They first found Isabelle, with her whip, in gear.
'Do you know where Alec is?' Sawyer asked, 'And if Magnus is with him?'
'They're in the training room,' Isabelle said, 'I just left, but Alec and Jace are still there. Magnus is there too, I think.'
Sawyer and Christabel walked to the training room, Sawyer knew where that one had to be. They entered, and she saw Jace with throwing knives, and Alec with a bow, shooting on the most impossible targets from the most impossible positions. Magnus the cat was lying on a safe place, watching Alec carefully. There was another cat next to him, Sawyer saw, a tiny grey cat, who seemed confused. As much as cats could be confused. Sawyer remembered Magnus telling her about Chairman Meow, his cat. This had to be the Chairman, then.
'Alec, Jace?' Sawyer called, hoping no one would throw a knife or shoot an arrow at her or Christabel.
Alec and Jace both looked up from what they were doing. 'We may have found something,' Sawyer said, 'Can we try it on Magnus?'
'Yes, go ahead,' Alec said, 'You can do anything if you think it'll help. He hates being a cat.'
Sawyer started chanting from her book, and Christabel mixed her magic with her spell. Sawyer saw something happening. It was working, to some point at least. Where the cat was, now Magnus stood.
'Is it real?' Sawyer asked, 'Or did we create an illusion?'
'This is an illusion,' Magnus said, 'It won't be permanent, just as long as you run the spell. But I can tell you how they did it.'
'Please, tell me,' Sawyer said. She had never known how they did it, and neither did Christabel know.
'It was done by a woman in an old fashioned dress, with some help from a faerie woman, not Christabel, but someone else. The woman was a warlock, obviously. She cast a spell that took away my magic, and the faerie did the visual part, turning me into a cat. The warlock perfected the transformation, so it was no longer a glamour, but a real transformation. The woman said you'd never cure us, because to do that, you need all three sorts of magic combined. She didn't know there is someone on earth who can do angelic magic.'
'I can't hold it much longer,' Christabel shrieked, and Sawyer too felt she couldn't hold it. She had to keep using magic to keep the spell working, and she exhausted herself.
'All three have to find spells,' Magnus said quickly, 'Most important is that there is not only a transformation, but also taking away magic. To turn me back, you also need to give me my magic back. Find a spell for that.'
Then neither Christabel and Sawyer could hold it anymore, and Magnus turned back into a cat. They hadn't cured him yet, but they had gained a lot of information.
'Who has angelic magic?' Christabel asked. 'I mean, three sorts of magic are angelic, demonic, and mixed magic, faerie magic. Your magic is demonic, mine is faerie magic. Who did Magnus mean?'
'Clary,' Jace said, 'Clary can create new runes, you must have heard. That's angelic magic. So you two have to find some spells to make Magnus human and give him his magic, and Clary has to create runes to complete it.'

Clary was home that afternoon, Simon with her. She was drawing him. Clary meant to give the drawing to Isabelle after finishing it, but she had only just finished the shape of the head. She placed a vew very thin lines for the hair. She had to draw the face first, but Clary often drew those thin lines, so she knew where the hair was. Clary just hoped Simon would be patient enough to sit here all afternoon. Maybe she would stop after an hour, take a break, so Simon could finally move a bit. Live models were just much easier than photo's, and Clary wanted the details to be perfect.
The doorbell rang, and Jocelyn was out. She would be back soon, Clary thought.
'Take a break,' Clary said, 'I'm going to open the door.'
Clary walked to the door and opened it. It was Christabel. She was wearing a blue dress now, one that reached to the ground and was very wide. She also wore a crown in her blonde curly hair. Clary had gotten used to her fairy princess like clothing style.
'Clary,' she said, 'We need your help. We've made some progress with the animals, and we need your power.'
'My power?' Clary asked, 'The rune making power?'
'The angelic magic,' Christabel confirmed, 'We've been able to temporarily change back Magnus, and he told us what he knew about the curse and how to cure it. He told us that only all three kinds of magic combined can do it. Faerie magic, demonic magic, and angelic magic. Warlocks, like Sawyer, have demonic magic, and I have faerie magic, and you are the only person who has angelic magic, so you're the only one who can help us. So you are going to come with me.'
'Okay, where? To the Institute?' she asked.
Christabel nodded. 'Wait a second, I have to tell Simon and leave a note,' she said, knowing her mother wouldn't be happy if she just left. 'Who is it?' Simon asked.
'Christabel,' she said, 'She wants me to come with her, because they need my rune power to cure Magnus and the other animals. I'll continue the drawing later.'
Clary quickly wrote a note for her mother that she was at the Institute, helping Sawyer and Christabel with their cure. Simon left, to go to Jordan. He had shortly told her about the praetor lupus and Jordan, but Clary hadn't seen him yet. She was planning to, though. She needed to know if he was to be trusted. But now she was needed at the Institute, and she went with Christabel. Christabel released some magic.
'Wait, how are we traveling?' Clary asked.
'Soap bubble,' Christabel said, 'I can't fly, but I can travel with soap bubbles.'
Christabel created a giant soap bubble around them, which was very weird to Clary. It felt as if she'd gone to the magical land Oz in those stories. Didn't Glinda travel in soap bubbles? They appeared in a soap bubble at the Institute, and then the bubble spat, and Clary felt some soap wetting her. Clary opened the door into the institute, only shadowhunters could. Inside, Christabel led her to Sawyer's room.
'Good,' Sawyer said, 'You're here. We need you to use your rune power. We're not sure yet which rune you need to invent, but we know that my magic must give Magnus his magic back, and that Christabel must give him his human form back, and that you somehow need to assist in everything.'
'Uhm,' Clary said, 'Maybe you should look for spells to give things magic? I don't know if that sort of thing happens...'
'You are born with magic, or not,' Sawyer said, 'Maybe spells exist to give ifrits magic, but I don't think so. In this case, we have to give people who are supposed to have magic the magic back. It's a bit complicated, I think. Some people should have magic, like Magnus, and some people shouldn't, like mundanes. Valentine, he did things with magic he shouldn't have done. There have been mundanes in the past, mixing in the shadow world. Unless you become a werewolf or a vampire, that never ends well. And even that depends if you call ending up as a werewolf or vampire well. No, this is different. And I'm not sure if anyone has ever lost his or her magic before. I would ask Magnus if he knew... Maybe we can ask him, but first we'll have to find spells as well.'
'I already know what spell to use,' Christabel said, 'The spell I just used. But you need to give his magic back first, to make it work.'
'Yes, I know,' Sawyer said, 'And we somehow need runes to make it work. Runes you can create.'
'Okay,' Clary said, 'I don't know yet what rune. Sawyer, I think you have to find the right spell first, then I can visualize what I have to complete.'