𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 [𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧]: 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲.
Myrcella Fairchild wasn't even born when her father started experimenting on her. The same experiments were reason...
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After 4 clubs and an afterparty in SOHO, Myrcella drunkenly portalled herself to Melbourne to keep the party going. She had been going back and forth with nourishment and endurance runes and mixing a little magic here and there to keep herself from blacking out. The strawberry blonde was currently at a dark light party and the white dress she had on her was glowing up. The minute she felt like her head was clearing a little, she downed another shot drinking more than her body weight. The party she was at ended around 2 am so she opened a Portal to London. Myrcella stumbled out of the Portal, resting her head against the concrete wall to catch her breath from jumping at the party. She quickly fished her stele from her purse and activated her runes. She checked the local time on her phone and smiled knowing she had a lot of time to continue drinking. The half warlock stumbled in a pub and ordered whatever was their hardest liquor. She silently thanked Magnus for teaching her how to snap her fingers and get any amount of money she wished or this would have been really hard.
By the time it was almost midnight, Myrcella had completely blacked out from the amount of alcohol she had consumed and felt like she was about to pass out any minute so on pure instinct to go back home, she had managed to open a Portal to her bedroom. The young Shadowhunter took one step out of the Portal to crash on her fluffy carpet.
"Get up!" Myrcella heard someone say but it was like she was underwater and she couldn't hear them clearly. "I said get up!" The same voice yelled again, their voice coming clearer this time but she paid no attention as she felt the world around her spin, making her nauseous. She then felt something soft hit her head pretty hard and she moaned in annoyance, hoping she was just imagining things. Then, all of a sudden, something unexpected happened as she heard a horn go off next to her ear, making her jump up and crash back down.
"Am I dead?" She mumbled, not being able to keep her head up and not even bothering to open her eyes.
"No but you will be if you don't get up this second." The voice from earlier said in annoyance.
"Magnus?" She asked as she slowly peaked one eye open. "Am I dreaming? Maybe you're dead too and you don't know it. How do you know we're alive?" Myrcella drunkenly questioned and rolled back down to the floor. She didn't expect to be yanked up by the collar of her dress.
"Drink this. We're going to a wedding and I need you sober for that." Magnus stated as he forced a glass to her lips. Myrcella was too drunk to question his actions and gulped down the drink because her throat was on fire.
"Magnus? Why did you cut my party short?" Myrcella asked confused as her mind cleared up in an instant from Magnus' special concoction.
"Because I will not stand by and let you two ruin your chances at happiness. Neither of you deserve it." Magnus explained making Myrcella groan in annoyance. "Shush, now get up. We're going." He added with a pointed look.
