Mortal Instruments Preferences (**And personal imagines**)

**Magnus Catchup Part Two**

A/N: I have Magnus doing magic in here that I'm not entirely sure he can actually do, but in order to make this awesome it must happen.

They Ask You Out:
You'd become a "regular" at Magnus' parties. You two spent more and more time together, and you could confidently say the two of you were friends. Though you knew that's not all you longed to be. The night went on, and soon it was only you and Magnus.

"You can go you know," he said as the two of you started to clean up. "I can handle this."

"I don't doubt that," you said grinning. "But I want to help."

So, the two of you cleaned. Then, you got a brilliant idea. You picked up a pillow off the floor and tossed it at Magnus. It hit him right on the side of his head.

Magnus looked up at you, "Ow."

"It was a pillow you wimp," you said rolling your eyes.

"Really?" The pillow hit you in the face. "How do you like it?"

Cleaning quickly turned into a pillow war. Pillows were flying around the room, and hitting both people and objects.

When you finally stopped the two of you were laughing in a complete state of disarray. Your hair was a disaster, and you were covered in feathers. You finally stopped laughing long enough to breathe.

"We just made more of a mess for ourselves, didn't we?" you asked.

Magnus grinned a little then snapped his fingers. The room was quickly back to a clean, pre-party state.

You glared at him. "If you could've done that the whole time why did start cleaning?"

"Because," Magnus said picking a feather from his hair. "I wouldn't pass up an opportunity to spend more time with you."

You grinned like an idiot, but quickly covered it with a trademark smirk. "Why thank you."

He smiled. There was a moment of silence. "Go out with me," he suddenly said.

"What?" your eyebrows shot up.

"Go out with me, (Y/N)," Magnus repeated.

"You're serious?" you asked.

"Yes."

You felt a burst of joy. "Of course, Magnus," you agreed.

He grinned, then plucked a feather from your hair.

First Date:
You never knew what to expect from Magnus Bane, and your first date was no exception. You were more flustered then you'd ever been when it came to him.

There was a sudden knock on your door. After doing a quick check of your hair you went to open the door. To your surprise there was no one there. You wrinkled your brow when you notice a note on the floor.

Greetings (Y/N),
I will absolutely not allow you to have a boring night. So I have orchestrated something positively fantastic, if I do say so myself. Please come to the location on the back of this paper.

Yours truly,
Magnus Bane

You laughed. Never a dull moment. You gathered your coat flipped the note over and headed to this "location". You hailed a taxi.