"What are you thinking about?"
Alec added an idea to the list titled "Devious deeds to be done." "I had a near death experience with balloons."
Magnus smiled. "Not the worst way to go."
Alec bit his bottom lip and crossed his idea out. "Not the best."
Magnus grabbed the list and looked at what Alec had crossed out. "All I can see is the word ducks."
Alec sighed and flopped onto the floor. "I'm no good at this."
Magnus flopped next to him and crossed his legs. "Let out your inner prankster. I know it's in you."
Alec huffed. "Ducks." His brow furrowed in intense concentration. "Ducks. Ducksducksducks. Duck's doing….things. Duck's being…somewhere…"
Magnus watched Alec patiently with a growing smile.
"Duuuuuckssss." Alec sighed. "I got nothing."
"Ah, my young shadowhunter, I will teach you the ways." He grabbed a new sheet of paper and wrote ducks on top of it. "Now put something. Anything. It doesn't have to make sense."
Alec hesitantly took the paper and wrote the first thing he thought of. Ducks in tuxedos.
"Oooh, fashionable ducks." Ducks that won't stop quacking.
Alec smirked. Ducks that imprint on Jace.
Magnus threw his head back and laughed. "Good. Now, help me think of something for Simon."
"Simon." Alec said and looked down at the paper.
"Simon." Izzy growled from where she was sitting on the couch.
Alec jumped a little and Magnus's eyes widened. They had forgotten she was there.
"Jace." Izzy growled even more menacingly.
Magnus twirled a pen around his fingers. "Lover's spat?"
"And she couldn't catch Jace." Alec explained.
A picture of Will Herondale running after the demon who he believed had cursed him flashed through Magnus's mind. "Yes. I imagine he's fast." He looked toward Izzy. "Two star-crossed lovers, fighting on opposite sides-"
Izzy sat up and threw a couch cushion at him. "Shut up Magnus."
Magnus lazily rolled out of the way. "How romantic!" When a second cushion came flying his way he couldn't dodge it completely. "Ahhhh! Protect me Alec!"
Alec shuffled over so he was sitting in front of Magnus. A pillow from a nearby couch promptly hit him in the face. "Izzy! What is it with you throwing things at my face?" Another pillow flew at him and he pushed it away.
"My hero!" Magnus fluttered his eyelashes.
Alec growled when Izzy continued to find ammunition. "Can't you just magic the pillows away?"
"Then what would she throw?" Magnus mused. "I prefer the pillows. Besides we have a nice pile going to retaliate."
Jace crossed his arms. "You guys were no help."
"Well." Simon said. "We were eventually. Besides, I thought you were a fierce warrior who wasn't afraid of anything."
"I'm afraid of Izzy when she's angry."
Clary nodded. "Damn straight." Girl power.
"And her cooking." Jace added.
Clary and Simon nodded. It was terrifying.
"But not much else." Jace titled his chair back. "Now, we must get Magnus. Good."
Clary, Simon, and Jace thought hard.
"He doesn't get embarrassed easy." Clary said.
"And he's a powerful warlock. High Warlock of Brooklyn." Simon stated.
"We should talk to one of his friends. Someone who's known him for a long time." Clary said.
Catarina looked at the three shadowhunters in front of her. "I have people to save." She gestured around the hospital. "I think that's more important then a prank."
"He cast a spell so I would randomly dance." Jace protested.
Catarina's lips twitched. "I remember when he did that to Ragnor. He was even more upset then you."
"He glued a stele to my hand." Clary argued.
Catarina was definitely smiling now. "That's pretty tame."
"I think he's going to turn me into an animal." Simon said with a calm air of someone who has accepted their fate.
"He might." Catarina shrugged.
Clary, Simon, and Jace stoof their ground. Catarina noticed they weren't leaving and sighed. "He dislikes Nickelback."
"That's it?" Jace asked, raising an eyebrow.
Catarina picked up a stethoscope. "That's all your getting from me. Now, if you'll excuse me. I have patients."
I'm thinking about doing a one-shot with Izzy, Magnus, and Alec shopping so look out for that. Pranks next chapter. :)
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