Jordan's POV
The Silent Brothers were the most unnerving Shadowhunters in all the dimensions, Jordan Herondale thought. She shot a glance at Becca Lewis, one of her best friends that at the other, Max Bane-Lightwood. Becca was twisting a strand of jet black hair between her fingers, her brown eyes darted around the room. Max, even though he was adopted, looked like his parents, Magnus and Alec, with black hair (Although, his hair was originally blonde. He had died it when they were 7. Magnus had wanted to put glitter in it too). His blue eyes were staring at her, reflecting what she was thinking.
Jordan looked back at her mother, Clary Herondale rocked back on her heels, looking uneasy. He father, Jace, went over and wrapped a soothing arm around her. Turning away, Jordan made a face. She heard someone snicker. She glared at her Uncle Simon, who she knew was the culprit. At that he smirked. Her mother was right; Simon was infuriating. Just then, a Silent Brother passed by her shoulder. You're creepy, Jordan thought. Thankfully Magnus, one of her other uncles, announced it was time to leave with his usual flourish. Jordan, Max and Becca all sighed in unison. Jordan, especially, was eager to leave the eerie place of the protectors.
Max's POV
Jocelyn was waiting at the door when Jordan, Max and Becca got there.
"Jordan, sweetie, how are you?" Jocelyn asked. "Hello, Max. Becca. How was your trip to the Silent City?"
"Fine," said Max at the same time Jordan replied" "Creep- tacular!" with her thumbs up and a sarcastic look on the face. Her blonde hair stuck to her face, the tight ringlets dripping with sweat. Her golden eyes wide and happy. Becca wished she could be like Jordan. She was confident and strong. Witty and beautiful. She seemed perfect. Just like her father.
" Well then," Jocelyn said, laughing. "Come in."
Jocelyn and Luke had been the only grandparently figures Max had ever had. Magnus' father was evil and his mother was dead. Alec's father didn't really associate with his family and his mother withdrawn. Being adopted he had never known his own grandparents. Jocelyn and Luke had always been so loving. She enjoys having four "grandchildren," Max thought. She had only had one child she'd taken care of.
Luke's house was in the middle of the country. Max had always thought it would be cool to live in a place with such a large amount of open space. Growing up in the city, though, was probably part of the reason. He visited Jordan and Becca all the time roaming the empty halls of the institute, looking for adventure but more often finding trouble. It was better to have Simon, Jace or Izzy find them. Clary wasn't always as lenient about their "adventures."
Jocelyn had made lunch knowing they would they hungry. They always were and pizza was their Jordan, Becca and his favorite, because when they were training they had to eat a lot more healthy that this. The tree friends gobbled the whole two pizza up all the while joking around. Several times Jocelyn had to remind them not to spill their food.
After eating they went and played on the wide open lands that surrounded the house, pretending to fight demons, pushing and fighting, and laughing the whole time.