#ilikeachallenge

“You know.. I just realized...”

Blinking, Isabelle slowly woke up, confusion hitting her at first of why she was asleep and just where she was sleeping. After a few muddled moments of thinking it over, it hit her and suddenly she sprang from the bed, from Alec’s bed, where he no longer could be found.

The few details she had gotten out of him before he’d gone to sleep cam back to her, and she realized exactly where he had gone, and why he hadn’t woken her up. 

He’d gone to see Magnus. The idiot had really gone to see Magnus after what he had done to her brother.

Slamming the door as she left her brother’s room, she quickly made her way to the door of the institute, but not before Lydia found her, trying to stop her. “Alec went out again, where did he go? What’s going on, Isabelle, where are you going?”

“To bring back my brother,” Isabelle claimed, slipping past Lydia and casting a glamour on herself so the mundanes wouldn’t see her while she mad her way. The last thing she wanted to deal with was any mundanes, or really anyone bt her brother or Magnus Bane.

She’d been to Magnus’s apartment enough times now to know exactly where it was, and she stormed in that direction, her mission clear on her face. She was livid with her brother for going to see the boyfriend who had hurt him so badly, but her anger was only to cover up the fear and worry that Magnus would do worse to him when he got there, and she couldn’t allow for that.

She had no idea how long she had been sleeping, but she hoped she wasn’t too late.

With all the shadowhunter and downworlder craziness, it was hard for any of them to find much, if any, free time to be normal young adults. Or at least normal, mundane young adults, but having lived in their world for so long, they’d learned their ways long ago, and as much as Alec and Jace didn’t care much about constantly fighting and training, Isabelle was a girl, and a girly girl at that, and she wanted to do mundane, girly girl things for once.

While Clary was so constantly stuck in her constantly changing world, Isabelle didn’t have the heart to ask her to go shopping with her.

But Magnus? Magnus was another story. Magnus had time, and Magnus was at least slightly less drowned by problems Clary was facing.

Well, when Alec wasn’t dragged down into them. After all, when Alec was hurting or in pain, who else, besides Isabelle of course, was by his side, and often helping him fight off whatever plagued him.

Oh, she liked Magnus. She was so happy for her brother and his boyfriend, and for him to finally be letting his true self show. After all, she had known ever since he started developing feelings for Jace where his fancy lied. Magnus had been so good for her brother, but what kind of sister would she be if she didn’t check him out for herself?

Plus, his style was only second best to her own.