Clary sat staring at the wall, willing herself to cry, but no tears would come. She felt like a terrible person. Today she watched the ashes of her Mother and the man who was practically her father being lowered into the ground, she watched with dry eyes as dirt was thrown in covering the dark brown boxes.
Her boyfriend of two years, Simon, knelt in front of her, trying to rouse her. She just stared at him; he's changed so much she thought. Two years ago as he sat next to her in Java Jones, professing his love, he had been a gawky, nerd with glasses and a gamer tee. After they started dating he began getting more confident his dark brown hair was styled in a messy way, he still wore his gamer tees but now they were accompanied but a brown leather jacket and dark jeans. Most noticeable is the way he carries himself, instead of looking down and shuffling his feet he holds his head high and walks with purpose. She smiled a little at the thought. He seemed to notice her smile and raised the left corner of his mouth.
"Clary baby the lawyer's here" She turned away; he rested a hand on her leg. "Hon, we need you to sign some forms"
Taking a shaky breath she stood up "I'm not broken Si, I'll be down in a minuet" she was a little disappointed when her voice came out normal. With a new since of guilt she put her hair in a ponytail and skipped down the stairs to meet the lawyer.
He was a tall man not unkind looking but not particularly friendly, Clary had only dealt with him once before. Shortly after her 16th birthday, Jocelyn had brought Clary to his office to create a will for both of them. This was immediately after her impromptu vacation to Luke's farm, it made Clary a little uneasy but she went along.
"Mr. Kilter" she gave him a curt nod.
"It's Doctor, I got my doctorate in psychology before turning to law"
"Does it matter?" He narrowed his eyes at her but said nothing more on the subject.
"Miss Fray, as you're 18, you will receive all of your mother's assets, as well as Mr. Garraway's, including control of the book store." He meet her eyes, something in them unnerved Clary. "Assuming you meet your Mother's conditions" She raised both eyebrows silently cursing her inability to raise just one. He let the silence drag on another minuet before adding "Which would be Magnus Bane"
Clary waited for more but apparently "Doctor" Kilter wasn't planning on giving it to her. Sighing "Ok I'll bite what's Magnus Bane?"
He smiled "Who's Magnus Bane" he corrected "He's a contact of your Mothers you're to meet with him every two years, that's all I know." He leaned forward "What kind of stuff was your Mother into Clary?" he asked accusingly.
Clary shot him a look of pure disgust and opened her mouth to defend Jocelyn but all that came out was a chocked sound like a wounded animal. Simon who had been silently watching the entire exchange jumped to his feet "Thank you Mr." he put extra emphases on the word mr. "Kilter, we'll look over the forms and get back to you." Kilter looked as though he had more to say but was quickly ushered through the door.
After slamming and locking the door Simon went over to sit next to Clary, "That wasn't necessary, Simon" but she had a small smile on her face. Simon was absently playing with her fingers.
"Yes. It was." His mouth was hard, Clary suspected he was hiding something but was content with just cuddling. Everything else could wait until the morning.