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Magnus wished he knew the first thing about baseball.
He had always been grateful that his father had been so accepting of him pursuing his creative interests, but as he stood behind the fencing separating him from the field snapping pictures for photography club, he really wished his father had insisted that he stay in little league. Or, you know, literally any sport. Because as he watched the players running around the pitch and people calling out numbers and cheering, he had no idea what he was watching other than a bunch of guys in black and white outfits getting dirtied up as they ran around and skidded along the ground trying to catch balls. Not that he minded that part.
He recognized some of the guys that ran out, like Jace Herondale, who pantsed him in Freshman year when Magnus was still trying to at least pretend to look straight and in his baggy pants phase. Dark days, he thought. Raj was out there as well, the first guy to turn a dumpster over his head after he joined the drama club. Or literally how any of them treated him after...whatever. All in all, most of the guys he was watching were all absolute tools in his book.
All except the stupidly good looking Alexander Lightwood.
He was literally the only reason he had even volunteered for the assignment at all. That, and Clary was the only one who would usually come to these things and she was out sick. If only I wasn’t such a good friend…
He focused his lens in on Alec as he stepped up to the pitch. According to the board, it was the second inning, and Alec still hadn’t gotten to get out and really get dirtied up like the rest of them, so his black and white uniform that marked him as part of the Idris Hunters wasn’t covered in dust yet. Already on first base was Sebastian, a recent transfer and a Junior but a capable enough player from what Magnus could tell.
If I time it just right, this shot could make Yearbook.
Or it could just be one for his own personal collection. Not that he had a bunch of pictures of Alec, but photography club did afford him certain shots of Alec’s backside that he wouldn’t otherwise be privy to. And it was a backside that deserved much more admiration than it did.
The flyers for William Herondale High School, somewhat derogatorily called ‘The Institute’ by the student body, loved advertising the fact that a descendent of the man the school took its name for was a star athlete. Jace Herondale graced the front of leaflets for the swim team, the baseball team, and the weightlifting club, as well as he had been particularly prevalent in pictures in the past three yearbooks. Magnus had taken note of how always behind him, or beside him, or in the background, or barely just out of frame, you could almost always spot Alexander Lightwood. The two had been friends since basically forever, but it seemed like no one had noticed Alec next to the school’s golden child. At least, no one but Magnus.
He lined up the shot and just as Alec cracked his bat against the ball being hurled at him by the Queens Seels’ pitcher he heard the lens shuttering as he took the pictures. He refocused his aim, snapping and hoping the pictures turned out good, as Alec began sprinting, making it all the way to second base before the ball was finally retrieved and he stopped. Safe .
The intrusive thought of I’d take him to second base went through Magnus’ head before he shook it off.
Jace stepped up to the plate next, the small crowd around letting out a few cheers as he did so. The crowd wasn’t so big as it would become later in the season, since this was the first game of the season. Magnus lined up the shot, just as he had for Alec, and began snapping as Jace hit the ball. He could hear a cheer of “ Homerun! ” and people shouting excitedly as Jace began running. Magnus didn’t follow him down with his camera like he had for Alec, instead keeping it focused on home and snapping pictures as the three players out on the field jogged across the diamond to home base. It was certainly a strong start for the Hunters, since the Seels hadn’t even gotten one player across during their part of the first half of the inning.
The game continued on much like that, ending in a very sound win and a fortuitous start to the Hunters’ season.
They’ll be strong contenders, if not THE ones to beat, Magnus thought.
Magnus snapped pictures of the team celebrating their victory, all the players clapping Jace on the back in congratulations for securing two good home runs during the game before they shook hands with the losing team. Magnus watched as people began to disperse, either meeting with family watching along the sidelines or walking off to their respective rides home. Alec, he noticed, had separated from the rest of the team to collect something from the dugout. Magnus bit his lip, and decided it was now or never.
We graduate this year, he thought. And it’s barely four months until I might never see him again.
Magnus adjusted his scarf and the camera strap on his neck before walking out around the fencing and past the remaining players to where Alec was. He watched Alec as he was leaning down and gathering up items that the other players had left behind, giving him an excellent view of Alec’s ass, now thoroughly dusty from the dirt out on the pitch.
“Hey,” Magnus said as a way to announce his presence.
Alec spun around so he was facing him. His brow was still sweaty from the game, even against the chilly early spring night.
“You played a really good game,” Magnus complimented him. “Really great...form.”
Alec’s face brightened up at that. “Thank you. Yeah, I think that was the strongest start the Hunters have had in a long time.”
Magnus smirked, and said, “Clearly they’ve got great players this year.”
“Yeah,” Alec said, “Jace really killed it.”
“I was talking about you,” he told him. “Jace played a great game, but it wouldn’t have been as good if you weren’t out there.”
Alec blushed, looking down at his feet for a moment before meeting Magnus’ eyes again.
“Thank you,” he said.
Magnus gave him a grin, then shook his head as he held out his hand, “I didn’t even introduce myself! I’m Magnus, by the way. Magnus Bane.”
Alec returned the smile, taking the offered hand. “Alec Lightwood, team co-captain. Nice to meet you, Magnus. Formally, at least, I’ve seen you around school.”
“I realize I can be hard to miss,” Magnus said with a laugh as he gestured to himself.
While Magnus was by no means wearing neon signs around school, he was self-conscious enough to know that glitter and nail polish was a little fashion-forward for the Institute.
He pointed down at the camera Magnus had still hanging on him. “You were snapping pictures of the game, right? For...journalism club or something?”
Magnus was about to correct him, that he was in photography and not journalism, then he had an excellent idea. Well, maybe not excellent, but he hoped it would turn out excellently.
“Yeah, journalism club,” Magnus agreed. “I was actually thinking about doing a piece, hopefully get it into the school paper. And I was wondering if maybe you would be interested in doing an...interview?”
The lie came much easier than Magnus had anticipated. He hoped that the amount of possibility that he had thrown in would make Alec less suspicious when there was never an interview in the school newspaper. Because he absolutely was not on the journalism club.
At last, all the years of high school theater have finally paid off. I’m sure Dad would be over the moon that I would use all that time to try to get into Alexander Lightwood’s pants.
“You sure you don’t want to ask Jace? I mean, he was the one who really scored us the game, and if you hurry out to the parking lot I’m sure you could still catch him,” Alec stated.
I wonder how often he’s said something just like this before.
“You’re just as much a part of the team as he is. And why wouldn’t I want to interview the team co-captain?” Magnus asked teasingly.
Alec observed him curiously for a moment before he put his hands on his hips and gave a curt nod. “Sure.”
Magnus thought fast. He had never actually given an interview before, so he had no clue where he should even start.
“Well, I don’t have all of the stuff I need right now. Maybe we could meet up sometime? I can give you my number and arrange something?” Magnus asked.
Alec nodded, and Magnus reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Alec stepped up close to him, taking Magnus by surprise as he took his phone out of his hands. He typed something really quickly before handing it back to him.
“I left my phone in my car,” Alec explained. “I sent myself a text, so now I’ve got your number.”
“Perfect!” Magnus said as he slipped his phone back into his pocket.
They stood there for a moment before Alec gestured behind him.
“I have to…” Alec trailed off and Magnus nodded.
“Right!” he exclaimed. “I’ll let you get back to...all that. It was really nice finally getting to meet you. And I hope we can see each other again soon.”
“For the interview,” Alec said. “Yeah. I’ll see you around.”
Magnus turned and tried to look as casual as possible as he walked quickly off of the field and back to his car. He carefully packed his equipment up, making a mental note to pull out the SD card to look at the pictures later when he got back. Once he hopped into the driver’s seat, he finally looked at his phone to see the text Alec had sent.
+19175552016
8:31PM
Magnus Bane, 3/2.
Alec looked at the text curiously for a moment.
Magnus
8:40PM
what does the 3/2 mean?
Magnus added Alec’s number into his contacts quickly, plugging his phone into his car charger before starting the car and driving back home. During the drive, he heard his phone go off, but didn’t get the chance to stop at any red lights to check it. He pulled up into the driveway, putting it into park and reading the message.
Alexander
8:46PM
It’s the date.
Magnus typed ‘So this is our first date?’ before thinking better of it and retyping the message.
Magnus
8:54PM
do you always send the date in ur texts?
He unloaded his camera and backpack, hauling everything into the house.
His father was in the living room, lounging in one of the armchairs sorting through papers. Even though the college he taught at had students turn everything in digitally, Asmodeus was still too old fashioned and stuck in his ways to convert to grading papers on his laptop. Instead, he put the Bane household printer and a red felt tip pen to work every few weeks and marked up everything by hand. He looked up from his work as Magnus walked into the house.
“Late night rehearsing with Catarina?” he called out.
“Nope,” Magnus responded. “Doing a project for photography, had to go to a school event to take pictures.”
“Sounds fun. Did you eat?”
“Yes, Father.”
“Good. There are leftovers in the fridge if you need more.”
Magnus felt his phone buzz in his pocket and hurried up the stairs to his room, calling out, “Okay, thank you!”
He nearly threw his stuff next to his bed as he plopped down and read the message.
Alexander
8:58PM
Sometimes. It makes it easier to remember when I’ve met someone if I type it out.
Magnus thought for a moment before typing out his reply.
Magnus
8:59PM
so im guessing ur the tactile learner type?
It rode the line of being too flirty, but he wanted to at least put out a feeler just in case.
Alexander
8:59PM
And I guess you’re not the proper punctuation type?
I wasn’t expecting him to be so sassy, Magnus thought, a smirk creeping across his face.
Magnus
9:00PM
are u a stickler for grammar alexander?
Alexander
9:01PM
Maybe a little. My sister says it always makes me seem a robot in texts though.
Magnus typed out ‘At least you’re one of those hot robots’ before erasing that and starting to type ‘Robots aren’t nearly as good at baseball as you’ before deciding that was stupid too.
Magnus
9:01PM
clearly she doesnt understand ur trying to help others w/ their bad texting habits
Alexander
9:02PM
It’s an uphill battle, but somebody has to do it.
Magnus softly chuckled to himself. Even if Alec had such a serious demeanor as he walked around school campus, at least over text messages he could be lighthearted.
Magnus
9:02PM
i should be trying to get on ur good side if im interviewing u. should i fix up my grammar?
Magnus watched his phone and waited. It was a moment before the reply came.
Alexander
9:03PM
A little good grammar goes a long way with me.
Magnus bit his lip, wanting to ask Alec to elaborate. But that text could literally mean anything.
I’m reading into it what I want it to mean.
He went into his settings and changed it so that his texts would auto-capitalize the beginnings of sentences.
Magnus
9:04PM
I guess I can be a “good grammar” type if that’s what it takes.
Magnus regretted it almost as soon as he sent it. While Alec’s text could be interpreted innocently, his was clearly too flirty if that wasn’t what Alec had intended.
Alexander
9:05PM
So when do you want to meet up?
Magnus
9:05PM
I’m free tomorrow after 6 if you want me to stop by your place?
Alexander
9:07PM
That should work for me.
Alec sent him the address and Magnus turned to his equipment. He pulled out the memory card from his camera and set to work sorting through the photos. Some had ended up blurry or out of focus, but he found a dozen or so shots he liked out of the bunch. One in particular was of Alec during one of his last times during the game when he was up to bat, clearly fractions of a second after his bat had made contact with the ball. The whole series of shots from that one were great, showing Alec’s follow through in the hit perfectly, but that one photo was his favorite. The photo capturing the movement held so much motion even in the still frame, the movements he was making clearly telegraphed. The lines of his body were clear, even through the uniform, and he had some dustings and patches of dirt showing how hard he had played during the game. When he zoomed in on his face, he could see a flicker of joy and relief in Alec’s eyes as he sent the ball flying away from him and the barest upturn in his parted lips.
He’s beautiful...I’m screwed.
***
He finished up rehearsals around 5:30 the next day. Catarina and Ragnor had asked him to stay so they could hang out after the meeting, but he insisted that he already had plans.
He arrived a few minutes early in front of Alec’s house. He quickly scarfed down the granola bar he brought with him since he hadn’t had the chance to eat before getting there. He pulled down the visor and looked in the mirror. He took a small tissue from his glove box and fixed where his eye makeup had smudged. He tilted his head to look at his hair to make sure it wasn’t messed up from rehearsals. Under the heat of the stage lights he could get sweaty and make his hair droopy, but for right now he deemed that it looked fine. He took a deep breath, then pulled out his chapstick and applied a quick coat before checking the time.
At least now I’ll be fashionably early, he thought. Rather than pathetically early.
He got out of the car and grabbed his bag before heading up to the door of the Lightwood residence. He knocked and only had to wait about a minute before the door opened. The woman who answered was a few inches shorter than him, somewhere in her mid-forties, and bore a clear resemblance to Alec.
“Hi,” he said. “I’m here to see Alec?”
She smiled pleasantly at him, but eyed him up and down.
“Of course, you must be Magnus,” she said as she pulled the door open. “I’m Maryse, but Alec’s friends all call me ‘Alec’s Mom’. Come on in. Are you hungry?”
“Uhm,” he said, suddenly unsure of himself. “No, I’m okay.”
“If you’re sure. We just finished dinner not too long ago if you change your mind,” she said as he followed her. “Magnus is an unusual name. Is that your real name?”
“Yes,” he answered. “My family has a long tradition of coming up with names from antiquity. Funnily enough, I was actually pretty close to being called Alexander, but my father decided to give me his title in Latin instead, since ‘magnus’ means ‘great’.”
“Maybe that’s just what he thought you were,” she said kindly. “That you’re great.”
Magnus smiled at that.
She guided him through to the dining room, where Alec was sitting with a young boy and some papers. They looked up from what they were doing as they entered the room.
“Magnus,” Alec said as a means of greeting. “Perfect timing, we were just finishing up.”
He helped the boy gather up the papers.
“We’ll leave you boys to it,” Maryse said as she gently guided the boy, presumably Alec’s brother, out of the dining room.
Magnus sat down across from Alec and put his bag on the chair next to him, pulling out a notepad and a pen.
“So,” Alec said, “how was your day?”
“Pretty good. I’m doing the school play in a few weeks, so I came here straight from rehearsals.”
“Cool,” he said. “What’s the play?”
“A classic, Midsummer Night’s Dream. I’m playing Bottom, though usually I’m more of a top.”
Magnus winced as soon as he said it. Alec’s eyes went wide.
“Sorry,” he said. “Bad joke we make. Truly a sign that theater rots your brain.”
Thankfully Alec laughed it off and Magnus felt his chest unclench.
“Enough about me though,” Magnus said as he lifted up his pen and put it to paper. “We’re here to talk about you.”
Alec shifted uncomfortably in his chair at that.
“Getting straight to business,” Alec said stiffly.
“We don’t have to,” Magnus said hurriedly, setting down the notepad. “We can just talk.”
Alec shook his head and said, “No! It’s okay. I guess I’m just not used to this kind of thing. People usually go to Jace for this kind of thing. He’s the big star after all.”
Magnus shrugged.
“I guess I’m not everybody. I noticed you were right away,” Magnus said before he caught himself. “And how good you are. At baseball. Plus you were on the swim team too. And archery, something I didn’t even know we had, so clearly you should have been interviewed way before this.”
Magnus had thoroughly enjoyed what he had seen of pictures he had found of Alec on the swim team. While most pictures were either mainly focused on Jace or group pictures, there were a few solo shots of Alec as well. He liked what he saw.
“You did your homework,” Alec said, eyes catching Magnus’.
Magnus’ breath caught in his throat for a moment.
“Of course,” he said. “I wouldn’t be a very good interviewer if I went in completely blind. Just let me know when you’re ready.”
“I’m ready,” Alec said as he sat up straighter in his chair.
“We’ll start with some basic questions,” Magnus said. “How old are you?”
“Eighteen,” Alec said. “My birthday is right at the start of the school year.”
“When’s your birthday?” Magnus asked as he wrote.
“September twelfth.”
“So you’re the Virgin.”
Alec sputtered for a moment and Magnus realized what he said.
“A Virgo,” Magnus explained. “Sorry, my mom was really into astrology and she always just called it ‘the Virgin’.”
“Right,” Alec said, shoulders still tensed up. “Are you into that kind of stuff?”
Magnus shook his head. “No, but I still remember it because my mom liked it. Like, I’m the Goat, a Capricorn.”
“And what does that mean?” Alec asked.
“Capricorns are supposed to be very business-like and responsible,” Magnus said. “Clearly, that’s exactly how I turned out.”
Alec chuckled, relaxing again.
“And what about Virgos?”
“Practical,” Magnus said. “Methodical and hard-working. Does that sound like you?”
“I guess,” Alec said with a shrug. “At least I try.”
“And trying is half the battle,” Magnus said. “So I know you mentioned a sister, was that your brother?”
“Yeah, I’m the oldest of three. Isabelle is two years younger than me and Max is nine.”
Magnus nodded, writing down the answers.
“And,” Magnus said slowly. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
Alec shifted in his seat and asked, “What kind of question is that?”
“These are just the normal questions we ask everybody, for background information,” Magnus said quickly.
“No,” Alec responded. “I’m totally single.”
Magnus couldn’t help the small smile that found its way onto his face.
“Cool,” he said as he wrote ‘SINGLE’.
The interview went relatively smoothly after that. He even managed to get Alec smiling through a lot of it. He watched Alec’s enthusiasm as he talked about archery and all of the details he didn’t understand about things like bow tension and the various types of arrows. He felt a twinge of sadness that not enough people knew how passionate he could be as he wrote down little details he didn’t really get but would absolutely Google later.
He’s so cute when he’s not stalking around and brooding behind Jace, he thought.
He spoke a lot more with his hands than he had anticipated. The more excited he was about the topic, the more he spoke with his hands, sometimes almost acting out the motions with his whole upper body. He mimed out pulling back an arrow and aiming, as if he could show Magnus right then and there what he was talking about.
“I’d love to get to see you actually do that stuff,” Magnus told him.
“That would be great!” Alec exclaimed. “Sometimes we meet on the weekends and go out to the edge of the city to go shooting. It would be really cool for you to come!”
“I don’t really know anything about how to shoot arrows.”
“I could teach you! I got my level two instructor certification last year and I’ve been told I’m a pretty good teacher. It’ll be a lot of fun!”
Magnus felt a twinge of heat rise up to his cheeks.
“I’d like that, Alexander.”
Magnus heard his phone go off. He held up a finger and checked the screen to see a text from his father asking when he was coming home as well as the time.
“Woah,” Magnus said. “Time flies! We’ve been talking for like two and a half hours.”
“Has it been that long?” Alec asked incredulously. “I shouldn’t really keep you any longer then. Did you get everything you needed?”
Magnus swallowed and said, “Yeah, I think so. We can always pick back up the interview later though.”
Alec nodded, his eyes locked with Magnus’. “Yeah, we could do that.”
Magnus packed up his stuff and Alec walked him out to his car.
“Gosh,” Alec said, looking up into the night sky. “I didn’t even realize how dark it got.”
“Yeah, the time really got away from us,” Magnus agreed.
“Hey,” Alec said turning to Magnus. “Do you know the constellations?”
Magnus nodded, and Alec asked, “So where’s Capricorn?”
“Well,” Magnus said, stepping closer to Alec. “You can’t really see either of our signs right now. You should be able to see Cancer, but it’s kind of faint and there’s too much light pollution to see it in the city. But, if you look up over there, you can just make out Canus Minor.”
He put his hand on Alec’s shoulder to orient him correctly and pointed up toward where the constellation was.
“I don’t see anything,” Alec said, his voice barely more than a whisper.
Magnus got closer so he could see exactly where he was pointing. He was close enough that he could smell the faint whiff of Alec’s shampoo and the way it played off of his natural aroma.
He smells warm, like a campfire. Woodsy.
“Just there,” Magnus said softly near Alec’s ear. “Do you see those really bright stars? How they almost make a perfect triangle?”
“Yeah,” Alec said under his breath.
“And then just there,” Magnus said, pointing a little farther down. “That star there? They make up Canus Minor. It’s supposed to be one of Orion’s dogs.”
“Four stars?” Alec said incredulously. “Four stars make a dog?”
“It’s a very small dog,” Magnus joked. “Though considering how far apart those stars actually are, it’s probably a huge dog.”
Alec laughed and turned to face Magnus. They were still standing close, but Magnus didn’t want to move farther away. Alec’s eyes were locked onto his and he took in a deep breath. Suddenly, he raised up his hand to Magnus, as if to shake it. Magnus broke the eye contact to look down at his hand before reaching to take it.
‘Thank you, Magnus,” Alec said. “For the great interview. And for showing me the silliest constellation.”
“They’re all silly constellations,” Magnus told him. “I have no clue why the Greeks thought my constellation even looks like a goat. It just kind of looks like a big wonky triangle to me. But I had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you for letting me interview you.”
Alec smiled, their hands still joined. “I’m not sure if you got anything out of it, but I’ll keep an eye out for it in the school paper.”
Magnus’ throat went dry for a second before he squeaked out, ”Yeah, I hope it makes the cut.”
Alec gently let go of Magnus’ hand and licked his lips.
“Text me to let me know you got home safe, okay?” Alec said.
“Yeah,” Magnus whispered, before saying more assuredly, “Yes, I will.”
Magnus got in his car and watched as Alec walked back inside his house. Magnus bit his lip, then pulled out his phone.
Magnus
8:59PM
Do u know any1 on the school newspaper??
Magnus started his car and drove home, controlling his breath. He heard his phone go off just as he pulled into his driveway back home.
Biscuit
9:08PM
Yea my friend Simon. Whats up
Magnus sighed happily.
Magnus
9:09PM
Can I ask u a big favor???
***
Magnus
3:12PM
So I just got ahold of my editor. looks like they’ll let me have 250words + a pic I took from the game
Alexander
3:13PM
That’s still super cool!! Thank you so much, Magnus!
Magnus smiled at the text. It had been about two weeks since the interview and he finally was able to get in good enough with Clary’s friend Simon to secure a small spot on the school’s newspaper. It had also been about two weeks of daily texting between him and Alec. Not about anything in particular, but whatever had caught their attentions at the time or just about their days or their lives. He got to hear all the latest baseball gossip, his sister’s current secret crush that he was super annoyed she wouldn’t tell him about, and about the small things he had observed throughout the day. One thing that he’d learned about Alec over the time they had been texting was that he liked animals. He now had a plethora of pictures Alec had taken of various wildlife and sent to him.
Clary watched him out of the corner of her eye. She was sitting rather pointedly in front of her computer, sorting through pictures she had taken through the week.
“What?” he said more than asked.
“You are being weird,” Clary said.
“I’m not being ‘weird’,” Magnus denied. “I’m just eccentric. You of all people should know this by now, Biscuit.”
“No,” she insisted. “You’re being weird. First the texts last night asking to get an interview with Alec Lightwood of all people, and now you’re smiling at your phone like...I don’t know. You’re in love with it or something.”
“I’m eighteen, Biscuit,” Magnus said coyly. “Obviously I’m in love with my phone.”
“I’m pretty sure he’s straight, Magnus,” she said disapprovingly. “He dated Lydia Branwell, like, all the way through middle school till Sophomore year or something.”
“You say that like I don’t also date girls,” Magnus said. “A man can enjoy more than one flavor of ice cream, my dear.”
“Have you met Alec Lightwood?” she asked. “I don’t even think that guy likes ice cream. I think he likes having a big stick up his butt.”
“You say that like that doesn’t work in my favor,” Magnus said, raising his brow suggestively. She rolled her eyes at that.
“I just don’t want you to get hurt,” she said. “Or disappointed when you realize that I’m right”
“I don’t have any ulterior motives,” Magnus blatantly lied. “What, am I not allowed to make new friends?”
“With Alec? Yeah. I’m not even sure why Jace is friends with him. He’s not exactly a people person.”
Just then his phone went off.
Alexander
3:16PM
It’s pretty exciting, we get to stay the night at a motel next Friday for our away game.
Magnus smirked, seeing the direct evidence that Alexander Lightwood could make friends right in front of his face.
Magnus
3:17PM
Oooo, that’s super cool! Do you have to share rooms?
Alexander
3:17PM
Yeah. Unfortunately, I’m bunked up with Jace. Guaranteed no sleep.
Of all people, he had never expected Alec to send him emojis, but the dizzy eyed little yellow icon was proof to the contrary.
Magnus
3:18PM
What, is he one of those people that likes to talk late into the night during sleepovers?
Alexander
3:19PM
No, he has THE LOUDEST snores ever. You can feel the walls shaking when Jace Herondale sleeps.
Magnus let a small laugh through his nose. Clary bit the inside of her cheek.
“I just don’t want to see you hurt again, Magnus.”
Magnus turned to her and looked at her fondly.
“You're too sweet for this world, Biscuit. I’ll be fine, I promise. Alec Lightwood is not going to break my heart. Anyway, I’ve got to get to work on this.”
***
The next week in the school paper on the second page ran a miniaturized version of Magnus’ favorite picture of Alec from the baseball game and the truncated article. Magnus had to share credit on it with Simon since otherwise it wouldn’t have run at all, but it was worth it to see Alec getting a little bit of the spotlight Magnus knew he deserved.
“Alec Lightwood Knocks It Out Of The Park”
by Magnus Bane and Simon Lewis
Alec Lightwood, a senior and co-captain of the baseball team, vice captain of the swim team, and captain of the archery club, sat down with us for an interview to talk about the various clubs he participates in here at the Institute.
Magnus: So what drove you to join so many sports clubs?
Alec: Well, I’ve always enjoyed keeping active. And I’m pretty competitive, so sports is a really great way to go out there and keep healthy and play together on a team. I’m really looking forward to this baseball season. I think we’ve got a pretty good chance to beat the Edom Devils this year. We got pretty close last year, we only lost by one run. This year, we’re going to really give them a run for their money.
M: The swim team is over for the time being, but it seems like the archery team is an ongoing thing.
A: Yeah, right now the archery team is too small to qualify for any competitions, but it is a great hobby and students can still enter individual competitions.
M: How do you balance your schoolwork with all of your activities?
A: It takes a lot of hard-work and dedication, but they’re all things I love doing. When you enjoy something, you find the time to do what you have to do so you can go out and do that thing.
For more information on how to join any of the aforementioned teams, please contact Coach Garroway.