“(Y/n)! You will not go out in public like that, I refuse to stand and watch this train wreck anymore.” Magnus said upon seeing you in your ratty sweats and a tank top, “That’s it. We’re going shopping.”
Fighting him on this would be futile, so you just went along for the ride. You hoped it would be quick and painless, but, knowing Magnus, you had at least 20 different stores you were going to go in and close to a hundred different outfits to try on.