Disclaimer: The story belongs to Cassandra Clare th best author EVER!
Ah London sing the praises of the fair city. From the Thames River to the Devil Tavern to the famous institute. A place where anything can happen and if you close your eyes for a second you can miss everything. And a sight to be seen was occurring….at Camille's house to be exact. You see an odd visitor happened along by the name of William Herondale. Yes London's very own William Herondale the annoying, self-absorbed shadow hunter. Anyone who knew anything at all knew not to get involved with Will. Lies, deceit did anyone know anything about this shadow hunter? The answer is no but that would all change because of a strange and obscure twist of fate. Ah the irony the calm, cool, collected shadow hunter was wrecked inside and out. That leads me to the current situation.
Will was in a hurry and anyone could see that. He walked briskly to the mansion owned by Camille and started knocking. Imagine the surprise etched on to Magnus' face when he opened the door to find Will standing there. I mean who wouldn't be surprised in his place. Will was known for being emotionless, sarcastic and trouble making, was standing there looking like the world was about to end.
"I need your help." Magnus blinked back surprise and stepped over to let him in. Will stumbled in and followed Magnus to the parlour.
"Well come on tell me what's wrong."
"It's about Jem."