The Warlock of Notre Dame

The Peace Before the Storm

A/N: So last time I checked this story is #6 (was #8 but moved up) in the Tag #Malecfanfiction, and i'm just like... how?! 

Anyway, hope you like the chapter. Comment and vote if you would like. 

The Warlock of Notre Dame: Chapter Five- The Peace Before the Storm.

Alec Pov- "I think you should dress nice to go see Magnus tonight. Wearing your old sweaters all the time is going to make him think you aren't interested in him. Try for once in your life to look good," Clary criticized, going through my closet. She was trying to get passed my sea of sweaters to see if I had any 'decent clothes'.

"Magnus isn't the kind of person who cares about stuff like that. Besides, I think he likes my sweaters."

Clary sighed, standing up straight and turning around to look at me. "That's only because he doesn't know any better. What does he wear? A dirty T-shirt and some black pants? It's not his fault because that's all my father has given him to wear, but still, I bet he would dress nice if he could."

That sparked an idea in my brain. Maybe I should buy Magnus some nice clothes to wear. Would he be upset if I did? Maybe it will just come off as me being snobby and telling him he needs to be dressed better around me. I hope he doesn't misunderstand. He deserves to have new clothes and not wear the same thing every day.

"Maybe I should get Magnus something to wear... but what would I get him?" I was completely lost when it came to buying clothes. Isabelle used to go clothes shopping for me while I would just find nice sweaters at flea markets.

Clary put her hands up, shaking her head. "Sorry, I'm not the person to talk to when it comes to buying clothes for guys. The closest I have to a guy friend is you and Simon, and he buys weird shirts from America."

I frowned wondering what I should do. I don't want to buy Magnus something and then have him hate it. It's not like he will tell me he hates it. Knowing him, he will say it's nice even though it's stupid.

"You seem to be having a problem. It just so happens, I am the solution," an annoyingly familiar voice came from my bedroom door. I turned toward it, seeing Jace Herondale leaning on my door frame, smirking at me.

"Why are you here? This is the DDS Shelter home. You aren't supposed to be here," Clary growled, making Jace hold up his hands in defense.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a second feisty. If you must know, I was escorting that werewolf girl home safely. She was finally found not guilty for stealing the fruit and Valentine had no choice but to let her go. I wanted to make sure she made it home without any problems."

I couldn't help but smile slightly at that. "If I didn't know any better, I would think you cared about a werewolf's wellbeing."

"Don't look too much into it Lightwood. I was just trying to help a cute girl get home. It had nothing to do with what type of creature she was."

He could say that all he wants, but Jace didn't fool me one bit. I could tell by the way he helped me with Magnus that he was a good guy deep down. He cared about people around him, unlike most Nephilim.

"How are you supposedly going to assist me," I asked, crossing my arms.

He gestured his hand down his body, showing off his tight black T-shirt, and leather pants that, I hate to admit, looked damn good on him. His black combat boots finished off the look.

"I happen to be an expert when it comes to buying nice clothes. If it's a nice outfit you want to get for Magnus, I'm the guy to help you find it."