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Isabelle raced through his door beaming. “ALEC! I may or may not need a ‘date’ to the party, and guess what? I chose you!”
Alec groaned. Isabelle had been going on about this party for a week. ‘Oh Alec, it’s hosted by Magnus Bane.’ ‘It’s going to be amazing, oh what should I wear?’ She’d gotten an invitation from a downworlder she knew, why she needed him as a ‘date’ was beyond him. Why couldn’t she just ask Meliorn? He turned in his chair to face his sister. “Izzy, no. You know I don’t like parties. Why don’t you ask Meliorn?”
The grin on Izzy’s face faded a bit. “Uh, we’re going through a rocky patch right now. And you and I need to spend more time together anyway.“
Alec glared at her. “Izzy—”
“it’ll be fun Alec, I promise." Her pleading expression turned sly, "Who knows you might even meet someone cute.”
Alec flushed slightly. He hadn’t yet told his sister that the only people he found ‘cute’ were guys. “Izzy, I don’t think I would even fit in there.” She’d probably be gone from his side in less than five minutes to dance with whatever cute person she’d met and he’d be left lonely and awkward, a proper fish out of water.
“Oh Alec, but don’t you want to supervise me? Make sure nothing goes wrong? I’ll buy your coffee all next week if you come.” She stretched out her words in a plea.
“Fine,” he sighed, “If you extend that a week you can even decide what I wear. How about that?” She was probably going to do so anyway. Best to get all the free coffee he could.
She squealed and hugged him. “Thank you! I promise you'll have a good time.” As she wandered out the door he could hear her muttering excitedly under her breath about the party. Something called "Magnus" and a cute guy.
It was Friday night and Alec was weirdly nervous. What if there was a cute guy? What if girls flirted with him? A dozen more ‘What ifs’ tumbled around his head. What if, what if, what if—
Izzy burst in before his nervous spiral deepened wearing a short black dress and high heels, with her makeup already done. He was always astounded at how well she walked and ran in heels. They looked precariously unstable.
“Okay big bro, time to get you dressed up.” He did not trust the smile on her face.
He ended up in a black button-up with a sweater over top, some torn black jeans and practical shoes. Izzy had tried her best to tame his hair but it was immediately ruined when he ran his hand through it. She sighed but decided against trying again. "So, ready to go now?"
Magnus's party was going well, all in all. Cat was here, so was Raph. Ragnor couldn’t make it unfortunately, but what can you do? The music was pumping, he had a drink in his hand and was covered in glitter. What better way to spend the night. He checked the time, soon he could stop greeting the party-goers and have some fun himself. Someone knocked on his door so he returned his winning smile to his face and opened the door. Of course it was a bloody shadowhunter. Just in time to ruin his fun.
He sighed. “What does the Clave want? Can’t you see I’m busy?” He gestured behind himself to the bright chaos currently occupying his living room. He didn’t particularly want to miss out on this party because the clave wanted something.
“I’m not here on clave business." She said, "I’m Isabelle Lightwood and I’ve got an invitation. I’m here with my brother.” She flashed her invitation and pulled someone into the doorway with her.
Obviously her brother, the boy was cute, pretty, if not wearing the most extravagant clothes. Magnus looked him up and down, he had found his project for the night: get this man’s number. Here's hoping he’s not painfully straight. He stretched out a ring adorned hand. “Magnus Bane, to whom do I owe the pleasure?”