Magnus had been sitting on his bed for almost a week now. He called into classes sick and moped around the house. He and Clary lived in a nice apartment a block away from the school. Both his parents, and her's paid for the amenities and rent, which made their lives so much easier.

"Magnus?" He heard his name from behind his closed door. Magnus really didn't want to talk to anyone, so he flipped over on his bed and stuck his face into his pillow. He could hear Clary turn his doorknob and walk in.

"I'm sleeping, can't you tell?" he said, his voice muffled by the pillow.

"But I brought ice cream." she explained. Clary wasn't anything if not smart and devious. Clary seemed to come off as dumb at times, even "blonde" but she was secretly very smart. She got high grades, and she was graduating with a Marketing degree, along with a minor in Art History. Clary, being the smart biscuit she was, knew that Magnus would never turn down ice cream. He raised his head slightly to look over at her. She held up the bowl.

"Fine." he said, sitting up. She shoved the bowl of ice cream into his hands, and took a seat on the edge of his bed.

"You can't lock yourself in here forever." she told him. "I mean, he's out living his life, and you should be doing the same thing."

"I can't just ignore my feelings, Clary." he said with a mouth full of chocolate.

"I didn't say ignore them. Look, you're hot, you're twenty—"

"Nope." he said with a pointed look.

"You're young?"

"Better."

"Fine, you're hot, and young, and single! You are Magnus Bane, go out and find another man, or woman!"

"There isn't going to be another man or woman." he argued. "Malcolm was the one. The only reason he left me was because I didn't fit into his parent's 'TEN STEP TO SUCCESS' plan. He loves me too. I know it."

"Then what are you doing sitting here? Win him back!"

"Weren't you listening to me? I don't fit in. I wouldn't able to win him back because he's going to Harvard Law School. He's going to find someone who—" Magnus cut himself off in a moment of revelation. "That's it!" He jumped off his bed, placing the ceramic bowl on his side table, and racing to his closet. He threw open the double doors, and started to sort through his clothes.

"What are you doing? What's it?" Clary asked confused. Magnus turned to his desk, and reached for a magazine that was laying on it. He flipped through it, and chucked it at her. She looked at the page, and then back at Magnus obviously more confused.

"That's-" he pointed to the magazine page in Clary's hands. "What Malcolm wants." On the page was a female model dressed in a pencil skirt and blouse, with a male model dressed in khaki pants and a white dress shirt and glasses.

"Someone who's...?" she asked.

"Someone who's serious. Someone who's lawyerly. Someone who wears black when nobody's dead!"

"So what you're saying is...?"

"I'M GOING TO HARVARD!" Magnus exclaimed excitedly. "He has everything he wants he just doesn't know it. All he needs to do is see me in a new setting!" Magnus started to go through his closet, pulling out all his black clothing and his "plain" outfits.

"And how are you going to do that?"

"It's easy.

1. Go to Harvard

2. Impress him with my high IQ

3. Throw a big wedding!"

"Nice plan." she said mockingly. "Can we think this through Magnus? Harvard. Law. School?"

"I have a 4.0 average."

"Yeah in Fashion Merchandizing. What makes you think you can do this?"

"Love." he said turning to face her. He looked her in the eyes, and they stayed silent for a moment.

"It's going to be hard. It'll wreck your senior spring. You'll need an LSTATs score over 174. Then you'll need a really good, and I mean really good, essay. You'll need letters of recommendations and—"

"Clary." she stopped talking. "I know it'll be hard. Will you help me or not?"

"Of course I will."