She pulled aside the curtains and cracked open the window. It was foggy and gray outside. And also loud. Tori immediately regretted the decision to open the window and shut it quickly. It was much too early for the nonsense noise of busy London. Tori did her hair up in the mirror, her hazel eyes were still puffy with the remnants of sleep. Her pale skin blended in to her white night gown, contrasted by the dark black marks etched upon her skin. She stood in front of the mirror a little longer. Ever since her ascension she couldn't fully recognize herself. It was like she was plucked out of her mundane body and plopped into a new one. Her Physic was leaner, trimmer, and her skin, stained with the black and silver of angelic runes. After changing into a simple day dress, Tori headed out of her bedroom and to the dining room by the kitchen.

"Ah! Good morning Miss. Rosetower!" beamed Will Herondale. He only glanced at her briefly then returned his gaze to his wife, Tessa. He looked at her with such love it was blinding. Will was the head of the London institute.

"Good Morning, and please, I'd rather you start calling me Tori."

"Of course, Tori," Tessa answered for her husband with a sweet smile. That was the last of the conversation for Tori. The rest of the breakfast was filled in with everyone else's jabber, there was Lucie Herondale, who was younger than her and didn't seem to take much of an interest in Tori, and there was Cordelia Carstairs who was a year older than Tori who was 17. Apparently Will and Tessa had another son, but he had been away in Idris since before Tori had arrived. Cordelia was kindly enough to her, they chatted often, but it was never anything of significance, always polite small talk.

Tori was ascended only very recently, and also isn't from London. Tori is from a small village on the southwest coast of England, and lived alone. She had for quite a while actually. Learned to get by after the death of her mother. This opportunity she was given to become a nephilim welcomed her into a new lifestyle, and very well may have saved her life. Tori had always had the sight, but never knew what it meant. After a trip into London one day, Tori was picked up by Tessa and she insisted that she stay in the institute. It was a short week before they said she was eligible for ascension. Tori had all the talent of a pure blood shadowhunter, even before she was one. The silent brothers put their vote in to ascend Tori. So here Tori was, a month later, and a shadowhunter. Something she hadn't even known existed until a month ago. These past few weeks Tori spent most of her time sitting on the window seat in the library reading the shadowhunter codex rather than making an effort to get to know the few people here.

After breakfast Tori went to the training room to throw around a couple knifes. One after the other glided with strength straight into each target. Her throwing skills were immaculate. She threw and threw until her arm ached, then she would switch to using her left hand, which she was equally as good. Tori practiced for hours a day with each hand so that she could be universal with weapons.

"Uh, Miss…" someone said in a soft tone, Tori jolted back around and held both knifes in a ready position to attack. "Oh I am very sorry to disturb you Miss, but you are wanted downstairs, we have company." The maid scurried off before Tori could even say thank you. She wiped the sweat off her brow with her forearm and tried to smooth some of the stray hairs from her pony tail back. She set the daggers in her belt and headed out of the training room and downstairs.

Tori came to the foyer of the institute and there was a lot of talking, as if people couldn't squeeze the words out fast enough. Will was hugging someone while Tessa looked fondly on, and the rest, including the maids were huddled around someone else whom she also couldn't see. Why would that maid bring her down here? It looked like they were having a party and no one seemed to notice her absence, and frankly, she really didn't mind. Tori turned around to slip back up the stairs when someone shouted her name over all the booming voices.

"Tori! Wait m'dear where are you going?" With a sigh Tori turned around, she sighed because now everyone was quiet and she knew they'd be looking at her. "James, Joseph, this is Victoria Rosetower, she is the newest addition to our institute here and you better be nice to her." She saw someone bump through the small crowd of people, and she took a step back, in mild shock. He was so handsome. He had black wavey hair that sit perfectly atop his head, and his eyes large and sparkling, with the most unusual colour, they looked almost pure gold. His full lips with a sensual cupids bow quirked upright in a short smile then fell altogether. He looked back at her with a very strange look she didn't know what to say about it. It didn't looking welcoming yet it didn't look like he was appalled by her either.

"I'm Joseph Lightwood," said another voice, A brunette haired boy pushed through the crowd and flashed her a dazzling smile. He had dark blue eyes. He as well was handsome, but not in the way the other one was. Joseph moved his way straight up to her and she held out her hand to greet him, but he did not take it. He went straight in for the hug. Tori stood there not quite sure what to do so she just waited until it was over. Joseph flashed her yet another smile, looking completely giddy, it was hard not to smile back. The other boy with the gold eyes stepped forward and cleared his throat.

"And I am, James," he said hastily, "Uh, Herondale." He moved forward and took her hand, held it up like he didn't know quite what to do with it then released her and took a step back looking at Will, who was his father. Will shot him a look that read, "What was that?".

"Alright…" Will dragged on, "it will be lunch soon, so Tori why don't you clean up and change out of you training gear," the he turned to everyone, "we will send someone to fetch each of you once it is ready." Tori looked back at James, who coincidentally seemed to be looking at her as well, she darted her eyes away quickly, and like her eyes, she darted her legs away quickly as well and ran hastily up the steps.