AN: I came up with this while looking through Charlotte fanfics and I realized that there aren't enough stories about her. I just love her character, and so I thought that I would write one about her. Enjoy! Disclaimer: TID isn't mine. In fact, if it was, it would probably be awful since Cassandra Clare and no one can write TMI or TID like her. PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT I AM NOT THAT FAR INTO THE SERIES, SO IF I GET ANYTHING WRONG, I DO APPOLOGIZE. THINGS MIGHT GET CHANGED UP. DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT! I AM ONLY LIKE 100 PAGES INTO THE SECOND BOOK!

Jessamine

Charlotte knew her family was odd and a little bit. . . Dysfunctional, but she loved them all. Even the bitter Jessamine whom she felt couldn't stand her. Jessamine wasn't happy here. That was obvious to everyone. She didn't want to be a Shadowhunter, yet she stayed. This was probably because like everyone else in the Institute, Jessamine had no where else to go.

"Charlotte!" Charlotte looked up from her desk to see an red-faced Jessamine in her doorway.

"Yes, Jessamine? What is it?" Charlotte asked, dreading the answer that was soon to come.

"WILL!" Jessamine spat out the one name, and marched over to the desk Charlotte was sitting at. Charlotte understood instantly. I should have guessed.

"What about Will?" Charlotte asked.

"He's sneaking off again!" She complained. "If we can't sneak off at night, why can will?"

Charlotte put the pen she was using down. "I did not know that he was sneaking off," she told Jessamine honestly. "Do you have any idea where he is headed off to?"

"Probably to escape this dreadful place!" Jessamine said as if it were obvious.

Charlotte glared at her. "Just what do you mean by that?"

Jessamine glared right back, her eyes blazing like fire. "You know exactly what I mean! This place is a prison! I can't imagine why everyone likes staying here so much! It's just dreadful! We train to kill, and when we are not training or killing, we are in the dinning room arguing about the most preposterous things!"

Charlotte thought about it. "Well, to be honest Jessamine, it seems you and Will are the ones always starting the arguments."

"That's because he is a foul human being!" She spat. "I can't stand it here! I wish there was some way to leave and never come back!"

"By all means, be my guest," Charlotte said, motioning to the doorway of the room.

Jessamine looked as though Charlotte had hit her. "But. . . I-" She stammered. "You know I can't leave!"

Charlotte regretted her action immediately. "Jessie-"

Jessamine held up her hand. "You're trying too hard, Charlotte. You're trying to create a perfect family without having any clue as to what you are doing."

"Sit down," Charlotte instructed, gesturing toward the chair on the other side of the desk. And to her surprise, Jessamine did so. "What do you want me to do?" Charlotte asked her once she was seated. "I am doing the best I can."

Jessamine glared at her furiously. "I never said that there was something you could do!" She yelled. "I just-" Jessamine stopped and looked down at the floor. It was silent for a good amount of time when all the sudden, quiet sobs began to escape from her. Charlotte jumped up and rushed toward Jessamine.

"Shhh. . . It's okay," she coaxed her. "I'm sorry, Jessie."

"I want to be normal!" Jessamine wailed through sobs. "I want to be able to fall in love with whom I choose and I want to be able to be seen by men without them seeing these hideous scars!"

Charlotte simply put her arm around Jessamine's shoulders and was surprised when she didn't push her away. "I know," Charlotte whispered. Because even though a lot of people would say otherwise, she did know.