Tessa was startled when she first saw Alec and Isabelle Lightwood.

Will... Cecily... She bit the inside of her cheek to hold back the tears. A manicured hand appeared in her shoulder. Turning to the owner of the hand, she saw Magnus Bane. His once tamed hair was gone, now wild and glittery. He was wearing that coat that he used to wear, back in the Victorian era.

"It looks like them, does it not?" He asked, a slight British accent in his voice. Decades in America had washed most of it away.

"Yes... It does. I now see why you like Alec. He looks like my-" Tessa cut herself off, correcting what she was about to say. "Like Will."

"Yea he does." Magnus replied. "Isabelle even has Cecily's necklace. The same one that Camille gave her."

"Yes, she does." Tessa looked back at the siblings. "Will would be mock-disgusted that his sister's descendants look like him and his sister, but they hold the Lightwood name. Lightworms, he would say."

Magnus took his hand off his shoulder and looked up thoughtfully.

"Your many greats-grandson. Jace is his name, has James' eyes. And hates ducks for some reason."

Before Tessa could sob, she laughed. "Herondales will be Herondales. Them and their hatred for ducks."

"Yes, he had a nightmare about cannibalistic ducks one night when he was young. Alec told me that." The spiky-haired warlock smiled.

"So, are Alec and Isabelle anything like Will and Cecy?"

"Alec, he's a more passionate and fiery version of Jem. Keeps the Herondale tamed. And Isabelle is a modern day version of our dear Cecily."

"And Jace?"

"A reincarnation of Will. He thinks he will destroy the things he holds dear to his heart." Tessa let out one sob. Magnus awkwardly patted her shoulder and walked away, going to his boyfriend.

Tessa cast a look to the Lightwood siblings. I wonder if they are anything like Gabriel and Gideon. She looked at Clary. Henry's hair and Charlotte's attitude. She finally landed her eyes on Jace. Herondales will be Herondales. She repeated in her mind. Memories of Will went through her mind. When they met, their first kiss, their fight on the rooftop of the Institute, Pornographic gibberish. A small, happy smile appeared on her face. She missed those times, back when life was simpler.

Brother Zachariah looked at his love, his Tessa from a distance. I miss her... He thought. It wasn't time to talk to her. Not now, during all this madness. I still love you... Wǒ fēicháng ài nǐ