"Lovely. Just lovely." Isabelle stormed out of the library in the New York Institute, nearly hitting a shocked Clary. Alec followed close behind his sister, blue eyes narrowed as he stared at her leaning against a wall.
"What's your problem?" Clary asked.
"There's some big Clave meeting in Washington, D.C., and we all have to go. There are these kids who live in the Harrisburg Institute that we don't get along with in the slightest. The hideous little things hate me," Isabelle snapped.
"They're not hideous," said Alec.
Isabelle blinked at him. "What?"
"The Harrisburg kids," said Alec. "They're really quite good looking, not hideous at all."
"I spoke," said Isabelle in sepulchral tones, "of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls."
Alec snorted. "And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Isabelle Lightwood?"
"Mauve," said Isabelle.
Clary looked confused. Alec grinned at her. "If you'd like, I'll tell you about these 'hideous' Harrisburg kids."
Clary shrugged agreement.
"So there's seven of them. Three boys, four girls. Nicholas Kennedy, Jacob Bass, Theodore Rosweld, Katharine Grey, Evangeline Sheare, Ariana Davis, and Ilia Esperer."
Isabelle broke in. "Katharine is by far the worst. She hates me, and the feeling's mutual. And she's got issues. She's crazy, and, I heard, dying."
"Iasbelle!" Maryse Lightwood broke in, her voice shocked. "Be polite." To Clary she said, "I must admit that I do not approve of the way Madigan and Augy Moore run their Institute, nor how they raise those children, but that is no reason to be rude."
A.N. Yes, I know this was very short, and yes, the discussion of souls was stolen from Clockwork Prince. Deal with it. Sorry for any discrepancies, due to an unfortunate situation with overdue library books I have only been able to read City of Bones, and none of the others. :(. If anything is blaringly wrong, just let me know. ~Pippin.