What is it about Magnus that just makes me want to give him all the power and see what he does? Intriguing... and a bit alarming.

I do not own Magnus nor his story.

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Magnus left the institute feeling absolutely numb. He had kept his heart under lock and key for a century, and now the first time he let someone come even remotely close he had stomped all over it. The world was so... he sighed.

Letting himself be drawn where his instincts - and his magic - guided, he heard the wind whisper of betrayal, and decided to investigate. Anything to not have to feel for just a little while longer.

It was certainly betrayal. The clave themselves had broken the accords, arresting - kidnapping, really - a Seelie knight who came to them in peace, to treaty, at their request. He freed him by effort of pure instinct, pulling the clave's henchmen down quickly so that he could not see their faces, but gently, just in case one of them was his Alexander. No, not his. Never his. Cursing the sudden pain in his heart, Magnus left the Seelie to make his own way back home - he was no doubt endlessly capable - and wandered the streets of Brooklyn aimlessly.

He had time to think that at least his loft was not compromised, his guests still safe, as someone captured him. He wondered at them not even trying to restrain his magic. He was too weary in spirit to fight - these were only errand boys, anyway - did they think they had locked his magic from use?

Doing so was not an easy feat, and for someone of his skill and strength, hardly even feasible. It was not the first time shadowhunters underrestimated a Warlock, though. Not even nearly, and they never seemed to learn.

Magnus was neither afraid, nor surprised, when he soon stood before Valentine.