Pen-Pal's.

Chapter 19

{Isabelle}

"-and such beautiful,silk black hair! My God, you should be illegal." Magnus gushed as he styled Isabelle's hair.
She grinned at his reflection in the mirror, already growing to love the flamboyant mans presence already.

"Oh stop, you're making me blush." Isabelle joked, waving her hands at her face. She'd gotten her makeup done by other artists- Magnus was to do her hair and pick out her outfit for her time on the set.

He set a wavy strand of hair in place on the top of her head, pinning it with a bobby pin before repeating it on the other side so that they were identical.
Loose ringlets framed her face, the other portion of her hair that wasn't pinned up was fanned across her back.
She looked elegant and beautiful.

"I get so many actresses coming and going, begging me to fix their hair that's too damaged beyond repair. It's times like these where I get to truly enjoy my job by creating a masterpiece with the fine mane you've provided." Magnus said, tugging on one of her curls playfully.
She swatted his hand away, laughing when he grimaced in fake disgust.

He stepped back, pursing his lips before smiling widely.
" I think we're just about done here, follow me so I can dress you up like a prissy doll." He said, drawing out the word "doll."

Isabelle rolled her eyes, grinning as she stood up.
She looked at her reflection and gasped a bit, delicately touching the curls.
"Masterpiece indeed, Magnus! This is beautiful." She said earnestly.

Magnus smirked as he did a fake bow. "It's what I do best, my dear. Now chop chop, don't have much time! Places to go, people to see."

Isabelle followed him over to a suitcase of gorgeous fabrics. She ran her fingers through the different textures, feeling apart the silks from the velvets.
She looked in awe as Magnus pulled out a blood red dress, basically a scrap of cloth.

"Now- if you're anything like Clary, I know you won't like it-" He began but Isabelle raised a hand, cutting him off.
"Please,Magnus. I'm a big girl." She scoffed, grabbing the dress from him.

He grinned devilishly and clapped his hands together in excitement.
"Oh, this is going to be fun."

                            {Max}
Max watched as his mother hurried around the nightclub, trying to organise things for the night ahead of her.
He was usually told to go home before anyone could come in looking for a drink. Tonight he was cutting it close.

He hopped off of one of the tall stools by the bar,dragging his comic book in one hand while the other straightened his glasses.
"Mom!" He called, waiting for her to pop her head out of the storage room.
Her disheveled head came into view and he didn't notice the tired look that was on her face as he bounded towards her.

He wrapped his thin arms around her middle and relaxed when he inhaled her scent.
"Bye,Mom." He mumbled. She gently ran her fingers through his hair, smiling a bit as she looked down at him. "Bye, Maxie, be careful,alright?" She said, pulling him up into her arms.
Even though he was getting bigger, she still wanted to hold him close.

He nodded reluctantly, wrapping his arms around her neck in a final hug before he slid down her side, walking towards the back exit.
He remembered when he helped smuggle Jace Herondale out of this exact exit and grinned a toothy grin.
He wished he could meet him again, he was cool- maybe even cooler than Alec.

He trudged through the sand, towards the narrow street he knew all too well.
He watched the set as he went by- Alec and Izzy had roles in the movie, and he was extremely jealous.