When I woke up I realised that I'd slept in until noon in somebody else's house. Magnus was completely out for the count, even when I shook him. Brilliant.

I felt as though needed him to be with me if I was going to move around the house; like a human ID card. To the people in the house who didn't know me I was just 'Magnus Bane, plus one'. Without him I looked like some kid who broke in.

However, Magnus wasn't waking up. Which would have been much more frightening if he didn't make a groaning noise in his sleep and turn over when I gave him another shove.

I rolled my eyes.

"I'm going to go check on Izzy and the others." I told him, not sure if he could hear me or not.

My head hurt when I stood up, I got a head rush and felt quite dizzy for a second. For one brain dead moment I wondered where they kept the ibuprofen; then remembered that I barely recalled where the bathroom was, much less where Ralf Scott kept medications.

I accidentally walked in on two rooms of groggy, hungover guests before I found the particular hungover guests I was looking for.

"Alec!" Jace groaned dramatically. "Tell me you've come to kill us all mercifully?"

"I've come to wake you up." I told him.

"You are a fiend!" Jace shouted back. Clary hit him in the face with a pillow for being too loud.

"Shut up." Izzy complained. She had opted for the bury-herself-in-the-quilt approach to morning-after management. It didn't appear to be working.

The temptation was to make a lot of noise, but chances were that one would backfire on me, so I refrained.

"Well, I also came to see if you guys were okay-" I began.

"I want to die." Izzy cut me off.

"Me too, sign me up." Simon's voice was muffled. He was completely under the covers.

"Is Magnus ready to go?" Clary asked me, looking doubtful. As she sat up the covers fell from her shoulder, revealing how her freckles travelled down her body. Luckily she was modest enough to cover what was important.

"Actually I think he's in a coma." I informed them all, rubbing my temples. "But life goes on."

Magnus, as it turned out, was not in a coma. When I got back to the room - having convinced my friends to meet us downstairs within the hour - he was heading out of the door. He was dressed haphazardly, his hair was more styled on the side he hadn't slept on, and he appeared confused.

"Alexander, there you are!" He smiled. "For a moment I thought Woolsey had taken you during the night."

"I told you I was going to check on Izzy." I said. I pointed down the hall for emphasis.

As we spoke, more people were emerging from bedrooms along the landing. Ralf Scott's house had a fairly large capacity when people were falling over themselves and willing to squeeze into beds and couches and bathtubs. Now they all milled around, bumping into acquaintances and swapping stories like the party had never ended. I saw a number of starlets I recognised heading down the stairs.

"Oh Magnus, you came!" Cried Caterina before engulfing my boyfriend in one of her hugs. It just goes to show you how many people had attended Woolsey's event that we hadn't seen each other at all at the belated bonfire celebration. Like most people Cat was wearing last night's dress. Like always, it showed off the tattoo work on her arm.

Ragnor came ambling out of the same doorway his band mate had appeared from. He was wearing a vest and carrying his shirt. I didn't know who actually wore vests under their clothes anymore, but it did enable me to see just how much Ragnor shared Caterina's love for abundant body art.

Their outlook on it was that if you cared about expression enough to inject ink into your skin; you shouldn't half-ass it. It would have made a lot more sense if Ragnor seemed like a remotely expressive person. There must have been more to him if he was accepted into that group of eccentrics Magnus liked to keep as company, though.

"Of course Magnus came, Cat." He spoke to Caterina like he was repeating something to a child for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. "Pool parties have water, Woolsey parties have Magnus."

My boyfriend grinned. "I like that one, Ragnor, you ought to print it on a T-Shirt."

"You would be the only idiot to wear it." Ragnor replied. Then he walked right past us down the stairs. I thought it was really antisocial until Magnus and Cat followed.

Breakfast was being served in the dining room, proving that the Scott brothers were a lot more hospitable than I would have expected. The busy table was laid out for the guests, with Woolsey sat at one end where people could find him easily when they were ready to say goodbye.

Magnus pulled out a chair for me while his friends sat down and dug into the food as if they lived there.

"Let me guess, this 'always' happens?" I asked Magnus, who smirked back at me happily and gave me a wink.

"If you need aspirin, just ask for it." He told me, sitting down and pouring himself some orange juice. Seeing it made me think of the bad taste after brushing your teeth. Which reminded me I hadn't brushed my teeth since the morning before. Realistically, I knew almost everybody else here was in the same boat, but I'd didn't make me feel much better.

After about ten minutes of watching models stare at the food longingly and actors falling asleep in their seats; more familiar faces entered the room. Ragnor and a few others sent looks and raised eyebrows to my friends before Magnus got up to greet them. You see what I mean about using him as an ID card? Unknown faces had a way of sticking out among these people.

"Is there some kind of commoners table we're supposed to use?" Jace asked me with the sarcasm he so loved.

"That's ridiculous." Magnus dismissed. He patted my sister on the shoulder and smiled. "Isabelle here is going to be a superstar very soon. She and her friends can eat anywhere she likes."

Izzy seemed to grow embarrassed and sunk down into a seat. Although she did grab a small something to eat. Clary and Simon politely did the same. Jace, meanwhile, was helping himself like a natural. To be fair, I think that was kind of the idea. And even if it wasn't Woolsey would be far too busy voicing his admiration for Jace's eyes to say anything.

"I doubt it." Izzy muttered. "I got slaughtered in front of everybody last night."

"Oh Pet, as I recall, 'everybody' was also fabulously drunk last night." Magnus replied comfortingly.

One of the people who'd been serving drinks the night before handed him a pack of painkillers and he popped two out before offering it around. Sweet relief. I couldn't take them fast enough.

"Did Camille leave already?" Izzy asked, sounding disappointed when she didn't catch sight of that particular blonde at the table.

I imagined that my sister was hoping to apologise for the drunkenness, or just talk more now that she was sobering up. There was no panic, sometimes it was harder to loose Cam than get hold of her.

When it was time to go, we all thanked Woolsey for the evening. It seemed odd to me, seems as it was somebody else's house and we were all suffering as a result of the party, but convention is convention.

"See you again soon Magnus, Alec." Woolsey nodded. He leant against the door frame in a way that was supposed to appear casual but really just looked like he'd fall over without the support.

"Thanks for having us." Jace added. He had been raised with manners, although when he chose to use them was random at best.

"Oh, I haven't had you yet." Woolsey drawled. Clary chuckled to herself as Jace threw an arm around her posessively and whisked them towards their car.

With them traipsing off, Magnus started trying to bargain with me about who would drive home. While I made it very clear that I was under no circumstances going to drive his expensive car along an unknown route while I battled a hangover, Woolsey turned his attention to Izzy.

"I suppose I'll be seeing you again too?" He asked. "Camille seemed quite taken."

"We'll see." Isabelle smiled. "I mean, I really hope so. We'll see."

Hope that you guys liked the chapter, thanks for reading! The next chapter should be 'Somewhere To Turn'.