Disclaimer: I only own the plotline and OCs. The Shadowhunter world and all their glory, along with the main characters, belong to Cassandra Clair.
Part 1
"I forgot to tell you, Will's coming over later," Jem remarked, cutting another piece of the meat.
"He is?" acknowledged Tessa calmly. "This is a pleasant surprise."
"I received a letter from him earlier today," he explained. "He felt that we haven't sat down together for dinner for far too long. In fact, as far as he can remember – and you know how impeccable his memory is – we haven't sat down together for dinner since his wedding."
Tessa buttered her bread, inquiring, "And when will the Herondales arrive?"
"Early evening, Will wrote," Jem sighed. "But you know him. He shall arrive when it pleases him."
"What shall I tell the cook then?" Tessa took a bite of her bread. "Martha's going to need a specific time, to know how much she can cook and bake and whatnot."
"Let us assume we shall dine around seven," decided Jem. He opened his mouth, as if intending to say more, but was interrupted by the housekeeper, who offered to bring dessert.
Will is coming. Tessa'd always been quite proud of her heart, for it could take much in and stay stable, and yet her heartbeat had been irregular for the past few hours. There had been a reason for her avoiding the Institute all this long while, and that reason had been none other than Will.
Will is coming. She hadn't seen him since his wedding, indeed. It, the wedding, had pained her a great deal, for he seemed to truly love his lovely bride, Katherine. Yet she kept a steady smile on her face for it was his wedding day, and she had never wanted anything but for him to be happy.
Will is coming. True, she had married Jem. But she had always known that her heart would be forever split in two. And to wish Will to be forever in love with her would be cruel, for they could never be together. Especially after the cure for his illness had been discovered, and Jem was married to her, and Mortmain was dead… It seemed too good to be true, and yet it was. All was well.
Will is coming. Will is coming. Will is coming. Will is coming. Like a drum, those words beat in her heart.
It was very nearly seven o'clock when they arrived.