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Magnus, Catarina and Ragnor, as immortal Warlocks, know well about the importance to keep an anchor to their humanity. Among the three friends, Magnus is the one whom, sometimes, finds it the hardest to keep himself in balance and the other two know it perfectly, they are possibly the ones who know it the best, except that there is something not even them know, only Camille Belcourt does.
A bit due to his awful childhood, a bit due to being too emotional, his broken heart sometimes brings Magnus to isolate himself, even for whole years.

Warlocks tend to be very busy when working actively in the Invisible World. Especially if they have a name as big as Magnus' and Ragnor's. Catarina being no exception, apart from the fact she dedicates herself, fully, in the mundane world.
And they always knew it would come to that, eventually. Which is why, over 350 years before, the three friends made a deal. One day, one only day, every year to be dedicated entirely to themselves. To make sure to remember and celebrate who they really are, where they come from and also, how they will be together forever, no matter in what circumstances.
They had this idea together, while discussing under the stars of Peru in a warm night, in the garden of their mansion there. They swore, to each others and to themselves, that they will never miss to be there is that one day. And, by Ragnor's insisting claim, they also swore they would keep it secret, everything regarding it.
The day they chose, was not just any random day of the year, but one day with a special meaning for the three: 17th of April. The day in which Magnus and Catarina met Ragnor. The day their trio came to be. The day their friendship reached a new and deeper level.

They didn't set specific rules for that day, as it is meant to be something very solemn in a way, but in which they must stay true to their feelings, instincts and heart.
They just established the basics to coordinate each others. 24 hours completely dedicated for themselves only. Phones off and left behind. Making themselves unreachable from any sort of message and communication, that they was meant to be theirs and theirs only.
From 2 am to 2 am of the next day, to them, the world has to be Catarina, Ragnor, Magnus only. 364 days per year for the world and everyone else, 1 day for themselves. Even Catarina found it a reasonable deal.
The place they picked was mainly symbolic too. Since Magnus can no longer access Peru and Europe had been the fulcrum of their youth and their friendship, it had to be some place there. A place able to incarnate the whole meaning of that day and to also, somewhat, represent their immortality. They picked the Mont Blanc, somewhere near the top, but a totally isolated area of it where not even brave climbers would normally go. But still, very well hidden by powerful spells to avoid any mundane or others to get to their spot.

They don't meet at 2 am, but at Dawn. Ragnor claimed the 24 hours would include preparations time.

At dawn.
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Like every years since that far starry night in Peru, the three open their portals to reach their meeting spot, separatedly.
Catarina is the first to arrive, with some minutes of advance. As every years, she is dressed in a white, light and soft dress, despite the place is snowy and freezing cold, even in April. She is barefoot and the pale light of the last stars softly enveloping her ble skin, shining on her white hair. Magnus is the second one to arrive. He is dressed in a rather old fashioned, black suit and wearing a top hat. The two exchange a soft smile, they had not seen each other since the previous year. Ragnor joins them seconds after, wearing a suit too, very particular, with Celtic decorations and jewelry.
Not a word, not even for a greeting, there is no need. Their smiles and soft gazes are enough, enough to express what they all are feeling, their complicity and love.
Magnus, upon arriving, takes  Catarina and pulls her in a tight and warm hug, lifting her up as if she was a child. Ragnor does the same and then, he and Magnus hug each other as well, as tightly and warmly. In that moment, there is no place for grumpiness, crankiness of fake hate, they all act in the most natural way possible, moved by their feelings only and not by their pride or brain.
After some moment of hesitation, Magnus takes Catarina's and Ragnor's hand and the three start to walk together, through snow and ice, as nimbly as elves. In solemn silence.
Everything around them is like a symbol, reminding a hidden part of their nature, the eternal ice, the cold and even the sharp wind. They never teleport straight to the place, to the destination. They want to walk towards the place, together, in remembrance of how their path is the same and they will walk it together till the end.

Catarina sends very wide smiles to Magnus and Ragnor and even the latter can not help but return her a soft smile. If someone could see them, they could realize how deeply involved they are, how they walk together through the blizzard, aware that their bond can't break, no matter how hard things csn get.
The growling wind being the only sound accompanying them, the pale and shy dawn sun being the only light to guide their path, themselves being the only source of warmth. Their feelings naked and exposed without shame, no glamour to hide their demonic marks, no fashion rule to obey, no worry, no expectation, only Magnus, Catarina and Ragnor. Not another moment can be as pure and honest as this one.
After a time, that feels to them like an eternity, flying through them at an exponential speed, they reach the location of their destination. To mundane's eye, just a rocky wall encased in ice and covered in snow.
Ragnor raises his hand and with a few fast movements, his magic envelops the whole wall, slowly exposing a crystalline entrance to what would appear like a cave, digged in thick ice.
The three remain in front of the entrance, still holding hands, Magnus standing in the middle between his friends. They exchange a gaze, as to ask "ready?", before slowly walking inside.

The cave is small and as cold as it is outside. Barely the size of an half room. Nothing inside except from three small tables, like simple and tiny altairs, shiny white and smooth like ice itself, built by simply wedging in 3 marble blocks, two to form the supports and one, horizontally placed on top, to form the base.
On each Altair, stands one framed picture as to tell whom that specific one belongs to.
All the three pictures were taken from their memories by themselves, not with cameras. And they all depict a child, or better, them, when children. Their picture from a specific moment of their childhood.
On Ragnor's Altair, the one on the left side, the picture portrays a small, green child with white hair, dressed like an ancient Celt, in the arns on his smiling parents, in s moment of pure love and harmony.
On Catarina's Altair, the picture in the frame is that of a smiling, blue little girl with white hair, pretending to be asleep, but awake to enjoy that moment, in the arms of her mom, softly cradling her and singing her a sweet lullaby.
On Magnus' Altair, instead, tbe picture depicts him alone. His cat eyes glowing in an expression of unclear feelings, but clearly hiding great sorrow. Unlike his friends, he did not have a memory of childhood looking as happy or harmonic. He was a sad child and those few moments he didn't suffer as much, could still not be called moment of happiness. But he didn't have to feel any shame in this, his friends knew and showed him the most felt understanding, like always.
The pictures were on those Altairs ever since the place was creates by them and they are not the only thing on them.
Each Altair also sustains a huge book and some items belonging to different historical ages. Small items, in big numbers on each Altair, even though all very different. Those items symbolizing the friends they lost in the centuries, like small mementos to commemorate those people they held dear and weren't even granted a burial. A grave.

Each one respecting their own feelings and times, kneel in front of the respective Altair, Catarina, then Ragnor and finally Magnus, who kept his gaze on the picture and then the items on his Altair for the longest before kneeling as well. Among the three, he is the most sensitive, even more than Catarina and without doubt, the one who suffered the most, throughout his life.
Like his friends did shortly before, after meditating for some minutes, letting his mind wander like a castaway among the waves of his ocean of memories, he too takes the big book, opening it at the new page. With magic, he engraves a "351" in big and clear characters on the top right left side of the page.
Unlike the others though, he doesn't have to ponder for long. He knows, exactly, what moment, what memory of the past year he wants to add to his Book of Memories. His lips curving in a soft smile while approaching his hand to his head and snapping his fingers once. Where the blue magic came out, a picture now is.
A picture of Alec, but not a random one. In the specific, he decided to immortalize the smile he made, the first day they met, when Jace thought Magnus was complimenting him and the Warlock corrected him, saying he was speaking to Alec.
The surprised and innocent smile of a shy person who is so not used to shine, to be noticed, always hiding in the shadow of others, that a little compliment was enough to bring a ray of new light in his eyes. Something Magnus had never seen, something that struck him with a power he himself would never have thought, while just giving a random compliment to a person he found handsome, as he did with probably millions of women and men in his whole life.
He adds the new picture to the new page of the book, then just as his friends, he moves to the first page of his heavy book and starts to turn every page, giving each picture, each memory in each page, a rightful and solemn time of meditation.

As easy to guess, those books contain their best memories, in the specific, the picture of the best memory they choose from all the memories of each year. And with this year, they indeed contain 351 pictures.
For the three Warlock, this occasion is, mainly, a way to prove to themselves that despite all the bad, there is always some good, something worth living for. Through those books they can stay connected with their own lives, with their memories and with each others. A way to always remember where they come from and who they are.
An anchor, to not let time simply carry them away, like feathers in the wind.