I do not, no will I ever sparkle!

No, I don't think glitter will lighten my mood!

   After a seemingly neverending road, Matthew, Diana and Marcus got to the address that the warlock had mentioned on the phone.

"Should we ring a bell or something? " Marcus was obviously not in the mood to go to some cat's birthday, as his father had described it earlier that day when they were still on the road. He had better things to do, but still, he was here...

"Yes...or something, " replied Diana, her eyes moving quickly from one side of the building to the other. "This place is covered in magic, it looks like this guy really has something to hide".

"Wecome, fellow downworlders and annoying shadowhunters (not you, cupcake!), to Chairman Meow's birthday!" was the indeed very welcoming banner hanged above the actual door that led to the warlock's appartment. After they managed to see through the "very useless glamour spell" as Matthew had called it,  the three of them managed to get to the entrance, just to be welcomed in by that awkward piece of cardboard decorated with way too much glitter and shiny letters. They got inside, where they actually found more glitter in a strangely decorated condo, as Matthew and Marcus knew only Magnus could manage to live in.

"Hello, my guests!" came a shapeless voice. It sounded like a drunk man, and the two vampires knew that was Magnus even before he appeared in front of them out of nowhere, dressed in the most riddiculous stripped suit in pink and yellow that they had ever seen.

"Magnus Bane," replied Matthew atypically. Diana would have expexted him to be a little more reluctant in talking to the warlock, but they seemed to be in pretty good terms.

  "Magnus! How many times have I told you to erase that "not you cupcake" part from your welcoming banner?" The complaint came from a boy who couldn't have been more than eighteen, tatooed all over his body with strange signs. Diana could see black and white strings entangling all around the young boy. A single word, one that she had heard before from Matthew, and then read on that stupid banner, poped into her head: shadowhunter.

  "Ah...c'mon love, now it's not the moment to use a stamina rune, calm down, it's funny!".Magnus carelessly waved his hand in his direction, only to use his magic to unexpectedly drag the boy near him. "Have you met Alec, guys? Alec, say hello to my old friend Mat and his son whose name I cannot remeber right now and this beautiful young lady!" Magnus looked and sounded too happy. "Magnus, what have you been drinking?" inquired Alec. "Oh...this, and that... and that fae Carey has brought some pretty good stuff too!" To emphasize his words, the warlock raised his hand in which he was holding a glass of some kind of blue drink.

All of the time that the two of them had been talking the de Clermonts had been carefully watching them, not having decided yet if that was their cue to leave. After many more usless attempts from Alec to talk Magnus into stopping from drinking that faerie stuff, the boy finnaly adressed the three guests.

"...you'll have to excuse him, he just can't stop ...mh, he calls it "having fun at his parties", I, on the other hand call it "making Alec put Magnus in his bedroom while he is still pretty drunk at about 3 in the morning.""

Diana waved her hand, "no, it's okay, I have seen at least a dozen undergraduates at the university where I teach acting exactly like him when drunk. It's not such a big deal." Alec looked at her funnily "Yup...but I personally have not seen any other older than 800 years warlock acting like that. Well, wait...you are the de Clermonts,  right? Magnus wanted to talk to you, you should stay overnight, he will proably to be sober in the morning!"