V1S3- That Darn Cat- Psych! It's Magnus Verse

Chapter 1: New Age; Old Issues

Summary:

Magnus begins to put together his Psychic Detective Agency, and has some fallout with his dad

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Flashback- Santa Barbra- 2005

"Magnus!!"

"Well, hey there, biscuit " Magnus laughed as the adorable 8 year old barreled into him, nearly knocking him over with a hug.

"Guess what?"

"What, darling?"

"I drew you a picture today at school" she said, proudly

"You did!"

"Uh huh, look. Oh, wait, just a second.." she said grabbing her backpack from the couch and rummaging through it, finally holding up a piece of paper in triumph

"Ah, ha! Here it is!"

She turned back and held up the picture proudly

It had two figures; a taller one with neon green hair, and a little redheaded girl with freckles, wearing, big, identical grins

Magnus smiled, pushing a bit of his, currently, neon green hair, behind his ear.

"This is really lovely, biscuit, thank you SO much" he said giving her a hug

She beamed

"I'm glad you like it, I wanted to add some sparkly stuff for your makeup and jewelry and stuff, but the teacher wouldn't let me" she said rolling her eyes a bit, face falling slightly

Magnus chuckled at the eye-roll- she was learning well

"That's okay darling, it really is quite pretty; best picture of me I have, and you know I have a LOT of those" he said with a wink

She laughed, then brightened

"Hey, I have my new gel pens; I bet I have some of those that I could use to add the sparklys!"

"That's a wonderful idea, little one"

"Will you draw with me, too?"

"Of course, sweetheart, though, you have to promise not to laugh too much at mine; you know I am not nearly as good at this as you"

"That's okay, I can teach you" she said cheerfully, grabbing his hand and leading him over to the table with her art supplies

"Thank you, sweetheart" Magnus said with a warm smile settling down next to her, beginning to draw

"Magnus?"

"Yes, biscuit?"

"You're the best babysitter ever"

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Present Day

"Well, how about this?" Clary asked, showing Magnus a pretty, prismatic type thing that looked like a crystal ball.

They were in Clarys' shop 'Wiccan Wishes'; it was a new age type store that was a haphazard mishmash of crystals, eclectic jewelry, different items and bric-a-brac featuring power symbols from diverse cultures and regions; along with a variety of dried herbs and, basically, anything else any artistic, wiccan or new age type individual could ever want or need.