“So what would you like me to do? Magic myself popular? Conjure myself into a new house? Transfigure myself into a better student? Just cast a spell, Dad, and change me into what you want me to be, okay? It’ll work better for both of us.”
The thing about the official New York
Downworlder-Shadowhunter alliance talks that Magnus was particularly grateful
for, aside from the fact they were happening at all, was that the
representatives for all races were reasonable, professional men, men Magnus
knew. It also helped that Magnus’ personal relationships with each of them was
at the lowest level an acquaintance, and at the highest… well. His hand had
spent the entire meeting stroking the thigh of the representative he considered
closest to him.
Alec was in leader mode, and embodied the role with the ease
of someone slipping into their most comfortable clothes. Since he’d been
officially named as Head, Magnus had noticed a calmer air about him, as if some
of the burden on his shoulders had been… not removed, but validated. Seeing him
like this, not radiating power as Magnus did, but rather quietly control it,
made Magnus’ heart fill with pride. And maybe it also made Alec even more
attractive to him, the Jay-Z to Magnus’ Beyoncé.