Gideon walked through the spanish streets of Madrid on his way back to the institute, the names a blur and the streets only blurring together, others may have thought him to be lost with the faraway look in his green eyes, though he knew exactly where he was going. His sandy hair was tidy, every hair in place, he was, of course, earning several admiring looks from girls who could only hope that he would give them a second glance. Gideon himself however was sick of all the silly girls he normally would waste his time with, or the many women his father had tried to set him up with in the past, though they were all lovely, and even shadowhunters sometimes, they were often all about as interesting as a plank of wood, and the ones who were not shadowhunters were giddy, giggly, attention seeking and often times, though he never would admit it seeing that he was, after all, a gentleman, were idiots, their heads full of air no matter what little education they had seeing as they all came from wealthy families. Gideon hated all of these qualities and had quite honestly given up on hope to find someone. he made a final turn and walked up to a building no mundane around him could see.

He walked through the door and shut it leaning against it and resting his head pack at the sweet serenity the institute offered. He smiled ever so slightly thinking of his home in London and thought of his foolish, gullible brother whom hung on every word their bastard of a father uttered. Gideons face then twisted into a scowl as his brothers face morphed into his own as Gideon himself used to be no better, believing him when his father told him all shadowhunters lived the same way the Lightwood's had, coming to Madrid was likely the best thing Gideon could have done for himself, and it angered his father making the experience that much more enjoyable. he was pulled from his musings when Esparanza, the maid, handed him a letter marked from his father. He scrunched up his face as if the letter itself were making him sick.

"Gracias." he muttered walking to his room with a stiff back. Once he was in the privacy of his room he slumped on the too large, four-poster bed and slowly, opened the letter.

My Son,
I have officially challenged the Branwells for custody over the London institute. However, with the Mortmain incident there are a few, complications. They have a fortnight to find his whereabouts and in that time I have offered the assistance of you and your brother to train three of the institutes residents. A shadow hunter girl, behind on her studies, Miss Jessamine Lovelace, A warlock girl from America names Miss Tessa Gray, and lastly Sophie Collins, the institutes maid. I may have selflessly offered your assistance along with Gabriels however, it is my wish that the two of you gather information as to why Charlotte is unworthy of running such an esteemed institute. I demand that you return to London at once! You will find a ticket for the next ship home included with this letter. I also do not wish you getting involved with any of the girls, remember, you are a Lightwood and that is where your loyalties lie. Do NOT mess this opportunity up for myself, or your family.

Your Father,
Benedict Lightwood

Gideon crumpled the letter, his frown growing deeper as he had read Further "how dare he!" he fumed, he took aforementioned ticket from the envelope and made to tear it into a hundred little pieces. but paused in thought. He rested the ticket on the nightstand and began to pack his things. "I am doing this for you Gabriel." he muttered "I will save you from going down the same path as father, my little brother, this i promise."

"The nerve of that man!" Sophie shouted pacing around the Library where she had found Miss Tessa with the codex. Tessa looked at Sophie in complete shock at the way she had just spoken of Mr, Lightwood.

"Sophie!" she exclaimed. "I'm surprised you are speaking in such a manner." though Tessa had the same sentiments as her dear friend, she would never have expected Sophie, a maid, to say such things.

"Oh you were thinking it too." Sophie snapped, then her features softened "I am sorry miss Tessa, it is just that, Mir. Lightwood is a stubborn, horrid man, and I would not be surprised if the eldest of his sons were anything less. she knew Gabriel, she could handle Gabriel, but this other son this, Gideon Lightwood, she had no idea what to expect.

"Tomorrow we begin training, Sophie." Tessa said almost giddy at the thought though, she suppressed it, keeping her expression indifferent "And it is up to us to be the bigger person, act like proper ladies" she held her head up high, elongating her neck.

"I am no lady miss I am just..."

"You are a lady by my standards." Tessa insisted cutting the other girl off and, to be honest, quite enjoying the surprised look on her face. Sophie brushed the surprise away and nodded.

"You are right as always miss Tessa, we are going to prove to these Lightwood boys just how amazing miss Branwell truly is through as much propriety a lady can muster while fighting in the shadowhunter outfits. Tessas face grew wide in fear as she remembered the outfits the female shadowhunters preferred when fighting, remembering how revealing it looked.
"Yes, I almost forgot about those." Tessa said in a distant voice.

"Don't you worry about it miss" Sophie said "everything will work out just the way they should."