Uriel's Aristocrats
Disclaimer: I definitely don't own Mortal Instruments or any of Cassandra Clare's interesting characters.
He is skipping class in the library which is empty except for the ancient librarian and that strange kid who knew all the answers in history class. His aunt would probably hang him by his thumbs if she found out he was ditching a mandatory class. Luckily, he was not going to be seeing her until the holidays so the worst she could do was send a threatening letter warning him not to skip Runes. He has a legitimate reason for despising the course; he keeps seeing his father convulsing violently, covered in Marks that were bleeding and the normally composed man screaming for it to just end, to kill him…
Try to make him attend the stupid class that encouraged an addiction that slowly kills you one way or another. He walks over to the section of the library that was written in Ancient Greek which would be a lot easier to read than English which had to be the most difficult language to understand. Who invented homophones anyway? He is browsing the section when he felt someone coming up behind him. He whirls around, an excuse for the librarian at his lips but it is just that weird kid-Starkweather?
"You read Ancient Greek?"Starkweather asks skeptically. He almost snorts but he hears his mother's voice reprimanding him on proper behavior and restrains himself.
"I am Greek." And they call you the smart one? He turns back to the bookshelf, trying to ignore the other boy. He is not at this school to make friends especially not with kids with short-small family trees. His efforts are wasted when Starkweather continues to talk to him.
"Aren't you in my history class?"
"Vαι," he says. Starkweather looks bewildered. "I mean, yes, I am." Stupid English.
"Hodge Starkweather." The other boy offers his hand. He stares at the hand like it has some kind of infectious disease.
"Robert," he says, proud he refrains from the sneering this new Anglican name. "Robert Lightwood." Starkweather widens his eyes comically and drops his hand from the air.
"Oh," Starkweather sounds awkward. "Nice meeting you." The boy scurries off and he turns back to Sophocles' Electra.