If I owned the Mortal Instruments, Clary wouldn't be in the books at all. So. I don't.
Clary and Simon walked down the sidewalk, the latter trying to keep up with the other's angry steps. "I cannot believe they thought I was 12!" Clary exclaimed. There were two bright spots of red on her cheeks and her hands were drawn into angry fists. Simon tried to keep himself from bursting into laughter at her expression. "Well, we can always, you know, go to my place and watch Death Note and order Chinese food or something." He said in the most soothing tone he could manage. Clary blew out a long breath, and then shrugged. "Yeah. Okay. I guess so."