chapter 5

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"So Magnus, what do u want to do," asked Pheonix while grabbing herself a cocktail.

"I was thinking drinks and party," Magnus said with a smile. Right now in his head, he's thinking of the blue eyed shadowhunter at the Institute. He just loved everything about Alec, his eyes, his smile, his black hair. He just wants Alec to realize that he like him and that they should be together.

"Magnus," Pheonix said snapping her fingers to get his attention.

"Hmm?" Magnus said snapping back into reality.

"I said do you want to watch a movie," Pheonix says grabbing another drink.

"Um sure," Magnus said also grabbing another drink. "But please not The Notebook or Titanic. I hate those movie,"

"Ok how about Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire?" Pheonix asked.

"That would work," Magnus said drinking his drink of I  don't know what.

"Great," Pheonix said putting the movie and pushing play.

About halfway through the movie Pheonix was drunk and tired. 

"My dear lets get you to bed," Magnus says picking Pheonix up and carrying her to a spare room in his loft.

"Night Pheonix," Magnus said.

He can hear a light "Goodnight Magnus" coming from her lips. And with that he closed the door thinking of a plan for tomorrow. 

'I'm going to let her sleep in and I'm going to go crash the wedding and get my Alec' "Perfect" Magnus said with a smile. Happy with his plan.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

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