There was a loud knock at the main door of the London institute,Charlotte was surprised since is was 11:30pm and she wasn't expecting anyone until tomorrow,there was a small enclave 's probably Benedict Lightwood she thought he was always trying to catch her out but it would even be unusual for him to show up at this knocking grew louder and more impatient she warily opened the large wooden doors and stared out into the empty courtyard. Looking down she saw a young Herondale she remembered visiting him and his sisters the week before however he had seemed insistent to stay with his parents in the mudane world. He now was crouch in the heavy rain with nothing but a small dagger.
Charlotte rushed him inside and questioned whether he was lost, he simply shook his head.