[...] He Tasted Like Snowflakes And Wine,

Love Isn't A Weakness.

Not Magnus Himself, Who Was More Of A Cross Between A Panther And A Demented Elf.

Charlotte Slammed The Paper Down Onto Her Desk With An Exclamation Of Rage. “aloysius Starkweather Is The Most Stubborn, Hypocritical, Obstinate, Degenerate—” She Broke Off, Clearly Fighting For Control Of Her Temper. Tessa Had Never Seen Charlotte’s Mouth So Firmly Set Into A Hard Line. “would You Like A Thesaurus?” Will Inquired. “you Seem To Be Running Out Of Words.

I Borrowed This From Kyle. My Other Shirt Was Pretty Filthy." "wow, You're Wearing Each Other's Clothes Now. That's, Like, Best Friend Stuff." "feeling Left Out?" Said Kyle. "i Suppose You Want To Borrow A Black T-shirt Too." "as Long As Everyone's Wearing Their Own Pants." "i See Have Come In On A Fascinating Moment In The Conversation." Eric Poked His Head Through The Curtain.

How Many Times Have I Told You, Magnus? Behave Professionaly In A Professional Setting. Which Means No Being Rude To Nephilim, And Also No Getting Attached To Nephilim." "i Never Get Attached To Nephilim!" Magnus Protested. Ragnor Coughed, And In The Midst Of The Cough Said Something That Sounded Like "blerondale." "well," Said Magnus. "hardly Ever.