• Chapter 10 • Sharp edges •

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-Good night, friends!

Instantly, she caught the attention of the body guards, both approached.

-Sorry, lady, the museum is closed.

-Really? I was wondering if we could enter... We have been waiting the whole day for this... -And she wasn't lying, but her horrid abilities for flirting gave Magnus the creeps.

-She's gonna screw everything... -Muttered Jace, already rubbing his forehead quite desperate. -We should do something...

-We can't deglamour ourselves just like that! It would be rare... And scary, very scary.

Magnus could hear Jace and Simon, Ten's terrifying attemps of flirting and he was running out of patience.

-Good night, gentleman.

Out of the blue, Magnus said that with a grin and just by snapping his fingers, the guards fell to the ground like puppets.

-Oh, come on! I almost got it! -Ten frowned, crossing her arms.

-It... Wasn't that bad... -Even Harry knew it had been terrible, but he showed a kind smile.

-It was awful. -Magnus was not that sweet, he rolled his eyes and then, looked at the Shadowhunters.

They deglamoured and Isabelle used and opening rune, which the gate didn't resist.

-That was... Easy? -Clary didn't know exactly what to say, as they entered to the place, being careful with not stepping on the unconscious guards.

-We make a good team, I must admit you're cool.

Ten, brightly smiling, watched her surroundings, even more motivated than before.
Still, Isabelle couldn't trust her, but she was there for her family, not for the faerie.

While walking around the square of the museum, Magnus and Harry kept following the magic traces, kept trying to search for an entrance.

-Do you think that we could trick this magic? -Harry touched the cold and wet wall in front of them, thoughtfully. -Maybe, we could use it on our favour...

"You control your power", Matt's words were the ones Harry always remembered when doubting his abilities.
Magnus cat eyes gazed his brother, tilting his head.

-Actually... -He proudly smiled. -It could work...

He had made Edom obey him, he could trick that magic. He was Magnus Bane, his power wasn't a joke.
Both twins shared complicit smiles, Magnus placed his hand on the wall next to Harry's and the two of them nodded.

Blue, red and green mixed, illuminating the dark night, involving everyone with that vibrating energy, even the ground seemed to shake under their feet.
Those ancient spells were powerful, but the passing years were obvious, they couldn't resist two warlocks, two twins sharing and combining their strength, their power.

Harry's magic wasn't as potent as Magnus', it had limits, and as the older twin, Magnus found enough strength inside him yo put a hand on Harry's back and balance him.
He would always have endless force hidden, ready to ignite every time his little brother needed, that instinct of protection lead people beyond their limits, love did.

With the blink of an eye, a huge triangular-shaped hollow appeared on the wall, showing purple, pink, blue colors in all their tonalities.
From it, a freezing cold wind came out, a kind of gelid sensation bathed the atmosphete and the slight sound of crystals collading against each other could be heard.

Due to the draining effort, Magnus fell to his knees and Harry directly to the ground, yet, Matt was already squatting behind him, his hands preventing the other boy's back from touching the ground. His hazel eyes focused on that door, reflecting the holographic-like colors.

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