Hi, sorry that I took so long. Exams and friend drama was happening. So, sorry peoples. Commence the story.

Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns MI and Duck life partially owns this story. So I basically own nothing, lovely

Simon struggled to open the clamshell casing. "Who bought me this? It's so hard to open!"

"Guilty," admitted Clary.

"Well, Christmas presents aren't supposed to be this hard to get to. Here, you try to open it!" He handed the case to Clary.

"No problem," she answered, shrugging and pulling out her stele. She quickly scrawled an "Open" rune on it and handed Simon the ipod that had been trapped. "Why didn't you ask me earlier?"