Simon's leg shook uncontrollably and his fingers wouldn't stop tapping on the table, which caused Nora to roll her eyes and glance away from her best friend before she felt the urge to smack him hard. If there was one thing she had come to realize over the years of knowing Simon, it was the fact that his love for her twin sister was never going to be reciprocal, which was an absolute shame. "Would you quit doing that, please? You're starting to annoy me, Simon." The poor boy was starting to go mad while they waited for news from Clary. "Look, I know you love her, but you need to calm down, alright? She's going to be fine, you know her. She'll get in with ease."

Somehow, he stopped listening to her after she mentioned the love part and gave her a blank look. "I don't love Clary, okay? Stop saying that, Nora."

Nora smiled sweetly before taking a sip of her own coffee, but he knew better than to buy that, especially from her. "Oh, Simon, Simon... and you still think you can fool me. You're cute." Simon offered her a nervous grin and shrugged it off. "Look, there's no point in lying to me, you should know that by now. Come on, we've known each other our whole lives! Did you honestly think that I wouldn't notice it?"

"Okay, you know about that, but so what? It's never going to work between Clary and I. We've been best friends since forever, remember? I've been buried deep inside the friendzone. I'll never make it out." Simon fixed his glasses and glanced down at his restless hands. He needed to do something to calm those nerves of his, or at least to distract himself.

For the first time in her life, Nora had no valid argument to present him with, and it nearly hurt her. "I don't know how to respond to that, I'm sorry."

"It's true, though. You know it. She will never see me as anything more than her best friend."

Nora looked away from him, closing her blue eyes for a short moment. She was somewhat torn between crushing his hopes and dreams, and encouraging him to pursue her twin sister. Still, she knew that if he tried to win Clary's heart, he would break his own, and she didn't want to watch him suffer through that, plus ruining his friendship with her redhead sister. "I'm sorry, honey. I wish things were different between you two. I guess it must be hard to be in love with your best friend."

"Speaking of said best friend, zip it. Clary's arrived and she's coming over here right now."

"Duly noted, my friend."

Nora looked over her shoulder and saw her twin sister making her way towards them, her sketch book in hands and a sad frown on her pretty face. Knowing Clary, she was quite aware that she was faking that sadness, so she remained silent and watched her sister as she took a seat next to Simon. "Give me the professors' names and I will end them..." Simon trailed off once he noticed the pointed look on Clary's face. "You know, with a scathing e-mail to the dean!"

"Don't bother."

Clary threw a letter onto the table and Simon picked it up while Nora watched the scene through amused eyes. It was actually funny to see how he still fell for that. After all, it was obvious that Clary had been accepted into the art academy. "What?" Simon exclaimed, almost dazed. Clary and Nora chuckled together before they hugged each other. "Sad face, really? Well played, well played!"

"Seriously, Simon! I can't believe you actually fell for that. I knew Clary had gotten in from the second she walked into Java Jones." Nora commented, leaning back against her chair with a satisfied smile. "Shame on you."

"You knew it because you guys are twins, it's your thing! I couldn't have guessed it." Simon shot back, taking a sip of his own coffee before turning to look at Clary. "Anyway, congrats, friend! I knew you would get in."

"Thank you." Clary smiled, clearly proud of herself. "You know, it's weird. They kind of liked my assigned work, but they flipped out over the drawings for our graphic novel."

"Well, they look pretty cool, if you ask me." Nora countered as her bright, blue eyes studied the drawings with great care.

"I know, right? You're welcome." Simon laughed, a beaming smile on his handsome face.

It made Nora so proud and happy to see the radiant grin on her twin sister's face. She knew how talented she was, and she deserved it more than anyone. "This day will go down in history as the greatest eighteenth birthday we have ever had!"

"Which is why we are celebrating tonight!" Simon stated, never taking his eyes off of Clary. Maybe she didn't notice it, but it was practically evident - at least to Nora, it was - that the boy was head over heels for the redhead twin and there was no way he could deny it. "Yes, with Maureen, after our show. And Nora, you are obviously invited. Not like it wasn't implied before, but you know-"

"Absolutely." Nora cut him off, patting his shoulder to make sure he kept his mouth shut before something daft poured out.

Clary chuckled at the interaction between them before she mumbled a 'thank you' to the waitress who brought her latte and the biscotti she had ordered before joining her twin sister and their best friend. "So, what's the deal with you and Maureen?"

"What deal? No deal! We sing together." Simon answered, clearly nervous and confused.

Clary appeared to be astounded by his response, while Nora just shrugged it off. Even if it was true, he wouldn't be able to notice any other girl while he was crushing so incredibly hard on Clary Fray. "You seriously don't know she's been crushing on you this whole time?"

"What? No! No."

"You men truly are blind, aren't you?" Nora inquired, arching her delicate eyebrows in wonder.

"I know, right?" Clary agreed with her twin sister, never tearing her eyes away from Simon. "I mean, how can someone as smart and perceptive as you not realize that the person sitting right there is in love with you?"

Simon snorted at that. Clary obviously had no idea of what she was talking about, that much he could tell only by the way she looked at him. She truly didn't have a clue. "I guarantee you I'm not the only smart, perceptive person to make that mistake."

"Shots fired." Nora mumbled to herself, rolling her eyes rather dramatically. Clary didn't take the hint, but Nora immediately understood what he meant by saying that. It almost broke her heart to see that Clary was so oblivious to Simon's feelings towards her. The redhead glanced down and frowned, appearing to be perplexed by the fact that her biscotti had disappeared. "That's a latte." Simon pointed out, more than happy to find a change of subject.

"But I could have sworn I had a biscotti."

"Maybe you ate it really fast and didn't even notice." Simon suggested, raising both his hands to show her that he truly had no idea.

"Is that really a thing? Does it happen?" Nora asked him, placing her hand beneath her chin with a bored huff.

"Well, it happens to me all the time. When I'm happy, when I'm sad..." Simon grinned genuinely when he saw that he was able to make the two girls laugh because of him. Despite the fact that they had come into this world together and were still considered twins, Nora and Clary had nothing to do with each other. Maybe their facial expressions and some other features were indubitably alike, but where Nora had bright, blonde hair and deep blue eyes, Clary had long red curls and green orbs. Still, no one questioned them about being twins because, even though they were utterly different, they could always feel each other. When one was in pain, the other was in affliction and aching to help the troubled twin. When one was beaming with joy, the other was just the same. No one could ever deny their evident sisterly bond. "Anyway, I will replace your mythical biscotti with an actual one!"

"Thank you!"

"You know what? Here's to you two!" Simon raised his cup and the twins did the same thing, the sound of their cups clinking together making Nora smile softly.

"L'chaim!"

After having lunch with Simon, the two girls headed out to go to the antique shop that their mother owned. It was placed right underneath their apartment. Nora and Clary were both turning eighteen in that day, but the blonde twin couldn't help but harbor a strange feeling, as if something bad was going to happen soon. Whether it was to her or her family, she didn't know, but she could sense it, unlike Clary, who was overflowing with pure happiness. Despite carrying that strange feeling inside her, Nora decided to remain silent about it, so she wouldn't ruin it for them. After all, it was supposed to be their happy day.

Nora and Clary stepped into the antique shop and found Dot leaning against the counter, her dark brown eyes glued to her tarot cards. "Well, hi, Dot!" Nora greeted cheerfully, rushing towards the older woman to give her a quick hug. "Can you tell me how my future's looking? Is it too bright? How rich am I going to be? Do you see me with a handsome gentleman?"

"As if you needed the tarot cards to know that the last one is granted." Clary countered, laughing at her twin sister.

"Well, one might never know!" Nora shot back, rolling her eyes. Then, she turned around to look at Dot and smiled kindly. "I was joking anyway. How's your day, Dot?"

"My day? It's not as good as yours and Clary's, now is it?" Dot winked at the blonde twin and both shared a proud smile. "You see, the tarot cards tell me you got into the advanced programme."

"And by 'the tarot cards' you mean Simon's twitter account?" Clary guessed, putting on a thoughtful expression.

"Okay, I follow him!" Dot confessed, looking almost guilty. "Turns out, predicting the future with tarot cards is very complicated. But, I do see birthday presents in both your futures, young ladies." Having said that, Dot bent down and picked up two bags. She placed them in front of the twins and clapped her hands. "Open them!"

"Dot, you didn't have to!" Nora exclaimed after she let out a surprised gasp.

"But I wanted to, so open it!"

"Wow!" The twins sighed nearly at the same time. Nora pulled out her new black leather jacket and choked on her own words. She was somewhere between being utterly amazed by the fantastic piece of clothing and horrified by the amount of money Dot must have spent in that jacket. Clary's new blouse was black as well, and from what Nora had gathered, it appeared to be quite revealing. Of course she would have to borrow it from time to time, she thought to herself with a sly smirk.

"Okay, guys, you might wanna keep that on the DL, because your mom's my boss and I don't want her to flip out."

"Yeah, but that's how we know it's cool." Clary pointed out. "You know, you're way better at gift-giving than magically predicting the future."

"Nothing magical about it. I just buy the things I wanna wear."

"And then you give them to us. How kind!" Nora chuckled, hugging Dot close to her once again. "Thank you for this. I love it."

"Happy birthday, girls."

"Thank you!" The twins replied at the same time, which caused the both of them to look at each other with evident fondness.

"I love you, girls."

"Dot, we love you too." Nora answered, patting the older woman's back with obvious gentleness to make sure she understood that. "But are you okay?"

"Yeah, Dot, you don't seem very well." Clary pointed out, lifting a delicate eyebrow in preoccupation.

"I'm fine, girls, seriously! Now, go up and see your mom!"

"And so we shall, my lady." Nora saluted in a joking manner, letting out a soft chuckle. "Thank you, again."

Dot nodded reassuringly and smiled brightly, her dark brown eyes following the girls as they went upstairs. When they disappeared from view, the brunette woman sighed deeply and eyed the tarot cards, especially the one with the Cup in it. Their lives would take a very different turn after that day, and it scared her immensely. Dot was not sure if Nora and Clary were ready to know the whole truth about their family's true identity. Unfortunately, she had grown very fond of the twins and their mother, and she would certainly put her life at risk only to protect them.

Jocelyn was standing by the window of their apartment with a basket of laundry in hands, her deep green eyes fixated on a small point, when her children entered the living room, laughing and talking among themselves. Although she was worried sick, she still mustered up an excited grin when she saw her two beautiful daughters. "Mom!" Nora exclaimed, rushing over to her mother to throw her arms around her. Jocelyn laughed and whispered 'happy birthday' before turning to see Clary, who wore a small smile on her pink lips.

"You did it! Yay!"

Clary approached Jocelyn and, much like Nora had done moments earlier, she threw her arms around their mother. "You also follow Simon?"

"He only has ninety-two followers. He needs the retweets!" Jocelyn exclaimed, grinning widely as she saw the amused expressions on both her daughters' faces. "Congratulations!"

"Thank you! Hashtag, stalker mom." Clary countered with a soft chuckle. Nora sank down on their couch and groaned with mere satisfaction. Her feet hurt pretty badly from walking in high heels, and she was simply tired. Nora and Clary weren't different only physically. Their tastes in music, art and clothes were also quite distinct. While Clary enjoyed her regular clothes and actually went unnoticed most of the time, Nora loved tight dresses and leather, high heels and black clothes in general. Jocelyn had always told her blonde daughter how even the cheapest piece of clothing complimented her figure, and she knew it for certain. Clary was very well-built as well, but Nora had more curves on her body, and that had never been a secret to neither of them. It didn't matter how different they were. It seemed that they completed each other like that.

Jocelyn whirled around and picked up their presents, handing them to Nora and Clary before taking a seat between the twins. "Happy birthday, girls." Quickly, the two girls opened their presents, which appeared to be exactly identical. Nora picked up the strange object and eyed it with curious eyes, wondering exactly what it was. "It's called a stele."

"Well, that just makes so much more sense now, mom." Nora countered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Jocelyn sent her a pointed look and shook her head, still smiling at her. "But thank you so much."

"What is it, like, a paperweight?" Clary inquired, looking somewhat confused.

"No, it's much more than that. They're very ancient. I want you two to have them." Jocelyn explained, watching her two daughters through worried eyes. Clary was too fascinated by her present to even look up at their mother, but Nora noticed something odd about her expression. The way Dot and Jocelyn acted around them made her feel even more suspicious and scared. Something bad was going to happen. "It's a family heirloom."

"We Frays have heirlooms?" Clary laughed, somehow oblivious to her mother's strange behavior.

"A few."

Clary ran her finger across the carving on the stele, frowning in mere confusion. "You know, it's weird. I doodled something that looked like this, this morning. I must have seen this around the house somewhere."

Before Jocelyn could even pronounce another word, Nora's phone beeped, and she checked the message. It was Simon, reminding them about the concert that would take place later that evening. The blonde twin took off her high heels and grabbed her shoes, jumping away from the couch. "It's Simon. He's on his way over."

"But we need to talk." Jocelyn said suddenly, her voice was clearly on edge.

"Mom, we can't right now. I still have to help Clary getting ready, because you know that I have a much better taste than she has."

"Yeah, right, keep dreaming!" Clary rolled her eyes but smiled nevertheless. "Look, we're going to see Champagne Enema tonight." Jocelyn cocked an eyebrow in question, crossing her arms over her chest in an almost authoritarian manner. "Yeah, I know, it's the new band name."

"Besides, Simon and Maureen are taking us out after." Nora added, grabbing her bags to take them to her bedroom.

"But it's your eighteenth birthday, Nora, Clary! Everything's gonna change for you two now."

"Really? How so? I may be eighteen now, but I don't feel any different." Nora shot back, placing her free hand over her hip. "Mom, is this about the talk?"

"Come on, mom, we've had the talk!" Clary whined, throwing her head back and closing her eyes to maintain calm. "We're good here!"

"We need to have a much different and more important talk."

"And we will, we swear! But can it be over breakfast, please?" Nora questioned, offering her mother a very reassuring grin.

Jocelyn tried to smile, but she couldn't. She was too worried about her two daughters to even mask it. Clary planted a small kiss onto the older woman's forehead before turning around to start making her way into her bedroom. "Thank you for the heirloom, I love you!"

"We love you." Nora corrected, following behind her twin sister. "And thank you!"

After the show, Clary and Nora helped Simon and Maureen loading up the truck. Usually, Nora wasn't a big fan of calm songs, but 'Forever Young' had a lovely ring to it, and she actually enjoyed it. Their gig wasn't so bad, she had decided, but they definitely needed to have more presence in stage if they wanted to be recognized. Still, the evening was going smoothly, and Nora was enjoying every single moment of it. While Clary had decided to wear a green jacket over the new blouse that Dot had offered her because she considered it a little too revealing for her own liking, Nora decided to wear a black dress that hugged her curves wonderfully. Of course she was also wearing the black leather jacket that Dot had offered her. She was all in black, which to her, it was simply perfection.

"Guys, thank you for being our roadies." Maureen said, moving to open the truck doors.

"Yeah, and thank you, Clary, for being our artist in residence." Simon added, pulling his shirt over his head before pausing to think about something else. "Nora, thank you for... the encouragement. It was really needed, seriously."

"Of course." The twins replied at the exact same time.

"That was creepy." Maureen commented, frowning in confusion.

"Oh, don't worry. After a while you get used to it." Simon informed her, putting on a clean shirt. "It's their thing."

"Yeah, you could say that."

"So, you went on stage tonight as Champagne Enema?" Clary asked with an amused smirk.

Simon and Maureen glanced at each other and shared a laugh, while Clary and Nora observed them with curious smiles. "What were we thinking, right?"

"But now we're Rock Solid Panda."

"Yeah, we are."

"Oh, God. Please, Maureen, tell me you didn't come up with that name." Nora chuckled, placing both her hands on her hips.

"No, but Simon did."

"Always the inventive one, aren't you?"

"What can I say? I have an eye for this kind of thing."

"Clearly you do." Clary chimed in, grabbing a can of paint. "Rock Solid Panda, coming right up! I'm feeling inspired!"

Nora ignored them completely as she took a few steps towards Pandemonium, the night club. It was strange how the lights kept on flashing the 'demon' part, and maybe even a little bit eery, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from it. Nora stopped listening to her friends and focused on the sign, feeling almost drawn to it. It was as if something was begging her to come inside. For a moment there, Nora thought that it was only her desire to be in a wild party, but then she sensed something entirely different. There was danger lurking around them. There were things that most humans couldn't possibly see, no matter how hard they tried.

A blonde guy suddenly bumped against Nora, and that seemed to be more than enough for her to snap out of it and act quickly. "Hey, watch it, you asshole! If you had put a little more strength in it, you would've dragged me with you!"

Her voice clearly made him stop in his tracks. "You can see me?"

Clary saw the interaction between her twin sister and the handsome stranger and decided to join her side, just in case. "What seems to be the problem here?"

"This guy." Nora responded with an arrogant tone. "Goldilocks, or Blondie, over here just crashed against me, that's all."

"Wait, you can see me too?" He asked, apparently not expecting that.

Clary snorted and rolled her eyes at him. "Yeah, that's kind of the point, but you obviously didn't see my sister."

"You two have the Sight." He realized, watching them rather intently.

"Wait, the what?"

"How can I not know who you are?"

Nora chuckled at his question, while Clary appeared to be somewhat offended. "Has that line seriously ever worked for you? Even once?"

Jace Wayland was more confused than ever. How could this be? These two mundane girls could see him, for some unknown reason. If they were like him, then how come he had never even heard about them? Sisters, for that matter! He frowned and took a step back when he heard Alec calling his name. This wasn't over. He was going to find out more about those two. With that in mind, Jace ran after his best friend and left them standing there, their eyes trailing over the path he had taken.

Only then did Nora throw her arms around her sister's neck and let out a loud chuckle, shaking her head in amusement. "Clary, you totally slayed that guy."

The twins approached a very horrified Simon and a somewhat puzzled Maureen. "Can you guys believe that blonde dude?"

"You mean the imaginary dude you were talking to?" Simon inquired, rubbing the back of his head with uncertainty.

"No, the guy right there, running into the club." Clary responded, pointing towards the path that the blonde boy had taken seconds earlier. Nora saw him and two others entering the club, one was a raven-haired boy and the other one appeared to be a girl with platinum hair, almost white. What the hell was going on that night?

"Clary, Nora, there's nobody there." Maureen informed them, deep down thinking that they had definitely gone insane.

"The guy covered in tats, like-"

"What guy are you two talking about?"

"Are you serious about this? How come you didn't see him?" Nora snapped at them, throwing her hands in the air. "We're not crazy, alright?"

"Yeah, I mean, could you stop making me feel insane?" Clary added, also quite frustrated because of the whole situation.

"Could you two stop acting that way?" Maureen shot back.

Simon's eyes widened at that. What was wrong with them? "Clary, what was in your latte? And you, Nora, are you on drugs or something?"

"Excuse me? Drugs?" Nora shouted, clearly offended by his suggestion. "Do I look like someone who's been doing drugs? Wait, don't even answer my question!" She huffed and took off her leather jacket, throwing it inside the truck. She whirled around and ran towards Pandemonium to get some answers. Seconds later, Clary chased after her twin sister and didn't even look back when Simon and Maureen called their names.

"What the hell, guys? Remember, your fake IDs suck!"

Disclaimer: I do not own Shadowhunters, The Mortal Instruments or any of its characters. I only own my OC, Nora Fray, who is portrayed by Indiana Evans.

Author's Note: Hello, everyone! So, this was the first chapter! I hope you guys liked it! Let me know what you think about Nora Fray and her interactions with the other characters, alright? Reviews are more than welcome! By the way, I'm not sure when I will be able to update this story again, but I'll try to make it as soon as possible. Enjoy!