Magnus, standing by the door, snapped his fingers impatiently. "Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self." "Canoodle?" repeated Clary, never having heard the word before. "Magnificent?" repeated Jace, who was just being nasty. Magnus growled. The growl sounded like "Get out.
Cassandra ClareHe produced a handkerchiefโcrisply foldedโand handed it to her. She took it with silent astonishment. Sheโd never before known anyone who carried a handkerchief.
Cassandra ClareAnd then she said nothing else, for Henry put his arms around her and kissed her. Kissed her in such a way that she no longer felt plain, or conscious of her hair or the ink spot on her dress or anything but Henry, whom she had always loved. Tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks, and when he drew away, he touched her wet face wonderingly. "Really," he said. "You love me, too, Lottie?
Cassandra ClareHello, hello.โ Magnus swept toward them..."Alec, my darling, Clary. And rat-boy." He swept a bow toward Simon, who looked annoyed. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" "We came to see Jace," Clary said. "Is he all right?" "I donโt know," Magnus said. "Does he normally just lie on the floor like that without moving?" "What โ," Alec began, and broke off as Magnus laughed. "Thatโs not funny." "Youโre so easy to tease. And yes, your friend is just fine. Well, except that he keeps putting all my things away and trying to clean up. Now I canโt find anything. Heโs compulsive.
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