Raziels academy.
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Jace: Really?
Will: If you owned me, would you have made me related to this Lightworm?
Jace: Lightwood.
Will: Do you know why they're called Lightworms? A lightwood contracted demon po-
Me: OK! I OWN NOTHING ACCEPT THE PLOT! WILL DON'T SAY IT! PLEASE! PLEASE? DYLECH?
Will: You speak Welsh?
Me: HELLS YAH! My sister taught it me!
Will: Ok, I'll shut up.
Me: (ok, I asked my sister. She speaks Welsh, not me. Don't tell him!)
Tessa looked out of the window of the taxi she was in as it neared the school.
The new school. St Raziels academy, to be precise.
Tessa was already dreading it. She thought she'd be happy to get back to America, after all the years of rain and fog she'd experienced in Britain. She thought she would be happy to find out she'd been accepted into the world-renowned school. It was incredibly hard to get accepted, let alone get a scholarship. She thought she'd be happy to see her best friend Clary again, after the years of separation and very long phone bills.
Tessa sighed to herself. At least Clary was also attending st Raziels. But she hadn't seen her for eight years. She had talked to her every night on the phone, of course, but it'd never been face-to-face.
Her heart stopped as the taxi turned the corner, and her blood turned cold as St Raziels loomed into view. And the students. Students everywhere, only identifiable by their hair colour, with masses of blond, black, brown and gingers were visible against the sea of the black uniform. Tessa gulped. She hoped Clary had grown taller, otherwise it would be impossible to spot her against the tsunami of students. She handed the cabbie the money and stepped out the taxi gingerly, pulling her trunk out with her.
Her eyes scanned the crowd without much luck for about five minutes.
A tall, black haired boy and a blond, no wait, make that gold haired boy seemed to be arguing about something.
Two black haired girls were watching them with some amusement, before they emerged themselves in conversation.
A blond haired girl was nodding, flipping her blond hair over her shoulder, talking to her friends, who seemed to be admiring a bracelet on her wrist.
Tessa was jerked back to earth by the sound of a voice behind her.
"Excuse me." The voice was polite, and defiantly English, an accent which Tessa had somehow managed to inherit after eight years, even though her American accent made an appearance sometimes.
Tessa turned, and smiled. The girl standing behind her also had a friendly smile on her face, her dark brown hair in a bun. Tessa couldn't help but notice the scar that ran down her cheeks, and couldn't help but open her mouth. Even though she closed it pretty quickly, the girl caught it and her eyes narrowed.
"Sorry." Tessa said, and stepped aside to let her pass.
"I'm guessing you're new?" The girl asked, looking around her.
Tessa sighed. "How did you guess?"
The girl shrugged. "It's kind of easy to tell. The way you were looking around, and at the school. I know it's pretty big, but once all the students are back it seems almost too small."
"This isn't all the students?" Tessa said with shock.
The girl laughed. "Just the dormers. The students who don't dorm come in about a month, for the school term."
Tessa gulped.
The girl stuck out her hand. "I'm Sophie Collins, by the way."
Tessa nodded and smiled. "Theresa Gray, but please call me Tessa."
Sophie returned her smile. "Everyone in this school shortens their names. You're lucky you already have, because otherwise the shadowhunters tend to pick one for you if they think your names too long. Mines Sophia."
"The shadowhunters?"
Sophie rolled her eyes. "The 'cool people.' I'll tell you on the way to reception, you need to get your timetable, uniform and we both need to sign in."
Tessa nodded, and they walked swiftly (as well as one could with a trunk) towards the school entrance.
"Right, well then. The school students are made up of a hierarchy. At the top, there's the shadowhunters. You don't want to mess with them. They can make your life perfect, or they can destroy it in about ten seconds. And I'm not exaggerating any of this. Don't look them in the eye, or ever step in their path. Don't argue with them, just do as they say. Don't even think of speaking to them unless they speak to you first."
Tessa snorted, and Sophie turned to look at her.
"I'm honestly not joking. You'll find out who they all are soon enough, and most of them are genuinely nice people, but they're quick to judge. If you get on their bad side, there's nothing you can do about it. Especially avoid Will and Jace."
"Who?"
"William and Johnathon Herondale. They're cousins, and easily the best looking, and the most popular guys in this school." She pointed towards the two boys Tessa had seen arguing before. "That's them."
Tess raised an eyebrow, as they passed they could hear some of their argument, they weren't exactly keeping their voices low.
"Don't. Don't even think about it, William." The gold one told him, in a dangerous voice.
"Oh really Johnathon? Remind me again why you would even want to be a Lightworm." The one who had been called William laughed.
"Lightwood." Johnathon snarled.
Their conversation faded as Tessa and Sophie kept waking.
"Oh! I forgot!" Sophie exclaimed. "Never, never and not ever call Jace or Will their full names. And if you want to avoid getting into a coma, if you ever have to call Jace by his surname, call him a Lightwood. Jace was adopted, see, and last year he and Will discovered they were related." She laughed. "That must have been a fun conversation. They're just so alike, everyone wondered why they never guessed. But they absolutely hate each other. Herondales and Lightwoods have never really gotten along, and whatever tolerance Will had for Jace evaporated when they found out their relations to each other."
"So are they sort of like the leaders?" Tessa asked curiously.
Sophie nodded. "Yes, something like that. If you're related to those two, you are instantly famous in this school. Jem is like Wills best friend, no, scratch that, he's more than that. Think of the relation you have with your best friend, then double it. Then times it by 1000. They've never had an argument, not once. It's obvious that Will cares more for Jem than for Jace. Then there's Cecily, Wills twin. Because she's related to Will, she's also in the shadowhunters. For Jace, there's Alec, his best mate, and his girlfriend, Clary. They're both in the shadowhunters, as well."
"Wait, Clary?" Tessa asked. She couldn't believe it. She'd spoken to Clary last week, and when Tessa asked, she said there wasn't anyone she was dating or remotely interested in. In fact, Clary had said she'd been single for over three years.
"You know her? But yes, she's been dating Jace for about two years, and they haven't broken up, not once. It's actually odd, Jace must have spent the night in a different girl's bed almost every night before he met Clary. As for Will… I'm convinced he's trying to be with every girl in this year."
Tessa snorted.
"I'm honestly not exaggerating." They reached the desk. "Hello Miss Fairchild." Sophie greeted the receptionist.
"Jocelyn?" Tessa asked. That was Clarys mom in front of her, definitely. Ah well, it explained why Clary went to this school. Wait, Fairchild? Clarys surname was Fray, wasn't it?
"Hello Sophie. I'll print out everything now." Jocelyn said, giving Tessa a look that clearly said just wait.
Handing Sophie a folder, Sophie turned to Tessa. "My dorms F5. Sixth floor, fifth room. Come up when you've put your things away, yes?"
Tessa smiled. "Thanks Sophie."
Sophie waved and smiled, before walking away, stepping out of the path of two boys as she did so.
"Hello Tessa. Did Clary not tell you I worked here?" Jocelyn asked her.
"No…she never said." Tessa said, she too smiling.
Jocelyn started typing something into her computer. "My surnames Fairchild to save Clary the embarrassment of having a parent as a receptionist." She rolled her eyes, before she smiled.
"Is Clary here? I didn't see her." Tessa asked her.
"Oh yes, she's in the same dormitory as you. She insisted." Jocelyn got a folder from her desk and passed it to Tessa, slipping some pages of paper inside. "It's room F9. Just go out of the door behind me, straight across the yard. It's the building on the left."
Tessa nodded and thanked Jocelyn. She set off across the yard, her stomach fluttering.
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