Will entered the institute unaware of its visitors that night; he was too busy being pleased with himself at the revenge he'd got on Six-Fingered-Nigel. He went through to the kitchen ready to recount the nights events to anyone who'd listen, only to find an unfamiliar face sat at the table with her hands wrapped round an empty mug or which, Will assumed, she must have just finished drinking. Though he'd never met the young woman before her sharp features, tousled brown hair and watchful expression that had observed him entering the room made her easy to place.

"Are you a Lightwood?" Will drawled.

"Yes I am, Elizabeth." She replied, standing up and smoothing her crimson gown as if she was preparing to leave. "You must be William Herondale."

"Why yes I am." Will said as she passed him, she obviously had been preparing to leave, but Will caught her arm, unable to resist causing a bit of trouble, "I believe I know your sister."

Anger flashed in Elizabeth's eyes as she turned to Will and forced her arm from his grip. "I do believe I know your reputation, William" she countered, before slapping Will across the cheek and storming from the room.

"Bloody Lightwoods," Will groaned, whilst rubbing his red cheek.