City of Love, Sorrow, Comfort, and Happiness
Summary: Dealing with grief and loss is hard. Simon trying to get his memories back, Isabelle struggling with her love life, Clace, Malec, Sizzy,and more!
Chapter One Part One
Clary looked at herself in Isabelle's mirror. She'd grown a bit more comfortable with short attire. She was trying on the dress she'd worn when Valentine died, it was Amatis's dress, and Luke thought that she might want it. Isabelle stared at her through the mirror.
"You look beautiful and amazing, sure, but Jace has already seen that," she commented.
"Izzy, I don't have any other dress, and I'm definitely not wearing that shirt you have with tights. That's awful," Clary protested.
"Okay, fine. No Izzy clothes," Clary had a wave of relief, but that was short lived. "We're going emergency shopping. Let's go!"
Clary and Isabelle were stuck in Forever 21, well, Isabelle thought she was in heaven, Clary thought she was hell, but to think about it, hell was probably a lot worse than being in a clothing shop with Isabelle. Izzy picked a dress out.
"Try this on," she ordered. Clary did, and complained, too.
"Ugh! This shows too much," she said.
"Okay, let's see," Isabelle held out a dress around the exact same size as the shirt-dress she'd made Clary wear (Reference: City of Bones) except it wasn't really a shirt, it was really a dress. It was dark blue, so dark it was almost black, and it had a floral design that wasn't printed, instead it was made out of lace material, and it had a brown belt with a gold clasp. (What do you call that thing on the belt?) "I love it!" Izzy gushed after Clary had put it on. Clary 'loved' it too and the purchase was made. They went to another shop but this time for shoes and she got choco-brown slippers with gold straps. Isabelle gave her a pink headband with a red rose on it, and much to Clary's protest got her an expensive Michael Kors handbag and a pair of sunglasses, which she both later ditched while Izzy was in the bathroom. She got her hair styled and some makeup on. She was ready.
They returned to the Institute in time for Luke's second wedding reception, since the first one had been "most rudely interrupted", not that he meant it. Jocelyn had agreed for her reception to be there, much to everybody's relief.
Magnus Bane leaned in the doorway of Alec's room, amused by two facts: One, the little Shadowhunter hadn't even noticed he was there, and another, Alec was muttering about what Magnus would think of his new suit and 'perfectly' shined shoes, and Magnus would point out, had a speck of dust on them. He spoke up.
"I think it's wonderful. The warlock's cat eyes glowed. Alec whirled.
"How long have you been standing there?" He blurted.
"Long enough," said Magnus. Alec blushed a tomato red color.
"You didn't he-" he was cut off.
"Hear? I heard every word. And you're welcome for the generous thanking," said Magnus sarcastically. Alec hung his head, and for a fleeting moment Magnus contemplated how cute he was.
"Sorry."
"Oh, it's perfectly alright," said Magnus, pleased. The warlock was also wearing a suit, and a yellow necktie. His shoes had no dust on them- no, not even a speck! "Come, Alexander Lightwood, let us go to the party."
Simon fiddled with his necktie as he entered the Institute function room. (Yes, there is one! Created by Yours Truly in the World of FanFiction) There were already a lot of people: Maryse, Robert, Clary, Jace, Magnus, Alec, and his heart stopped- Isabelle-. It was so long since he'd seen her, almost a month. Isabelle glanced at him and flashed a smile, approaching him with a drink.
"You want?" she looked wistfully past him. "Once, you took a drink at one of Magnus Bane's parties and turned in to a rat," she laughed a beautiful laugh. Then her expression darkened. "Clary and Jace walked into Dumort, the vampire hotel, to save you. Pretty risky, but it was worth it." She smiled again. "I guess you don't remember?" Simon frowned.
"A hazy memory. Magnus is doing memory therapy on me, remember?" Isabelle snorted.
"And you're telling ME to remember..." Simon grinned.
"Can we dance?"
Alec was in a bad mood. The moment he'd turned his back a girl had asked Magnus to dance, and of course Alec had to let Magnus go. He furiously wanted to tell the girl that the men did the asking, not the women! He saw the girl giggling and flirting with Magnus and felt a bit of jealousy. Then he saw the unbelievable
(Hi, so I'll get back to Clace now!)
Clary stood there,with no partner, feeling miserable. She didn't want to join Alec's Pity Party, he'd sent her an 'invite'. Where was Jace? Then she saw him, in a white shirt, leather jacket, black pants, and black Converse shoes.
"Do you have to be so casual?" Was her first comment. Jace raised an eyebrow.
"What a happy welcome. And I don't like suits."
Clary grinned and kissed him quickly. He held out his arm.
"Let's dance?" They joined Magnus and some flirty girl, Simon&Isabelle, Jocelyn&Luke and others on the dance floor.
(I'm guessing you're excited to see what Alec saw)
The girl kissed Magnus after pushing him to the bathroom (No Gender) . Alec gasped and stood up as the girl (very strong) pushed Magnus to the bathroom. Magnus finally managed to get himself free. Then Alec appeared and pummeled the girl to pieces.
"Disgusting,"said the warlock. Alec glared at him.
"What was THAT?" His voice rose, "I thought- I thought-"
"Look, Alec, don't overreact. Trust me, it was not my wanting."
Alec took a deep breath.
"Right. Sorry."
Second time he'd said sorry today
Thanks for reading! This is not a one shot just so telling you. Sorry to end it so abruptly. Let's call this Chapter 1 Part 1? LOL!
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