Chapter 1: Shadowhunter Academy
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Clarissa Morgenstern walked nervously through the halls of the Shadowhunter Academy, her red hair waving behind her as she walked, her green eyes looked to the ground. She was new here, and she did not know how people would react to her name. Clarissa was the daughter of the famous Valentine Morgenstern, a man who had fiercely fought against the Downworlders and supported the use of the Mortal Cup to restore the Shadowhunter race. She opened her locker, took a few personal things out if it and closed it.
"Hello." a female voice behind her said.
Clarissa turned around, seeing an older girl with long wavy white blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and wearing the same black leather fighting gear as her. "Hi." she said.
"You must be new, I am Angelanna Herondale, but everyone calls me Angie." the girl said. "May I ask who you are?"
"Uh… Clarissa Morgenstern, call me Clary." Clary replied, getting red.
"No need to be nervous, Clary." Angie said, smiling at her.
"I didn't think anyone would like me because of my name." Clary said.
"Names only tell who your parents were, it doesn't say anything about a person's character." Angie said. "Come, I introduce you to my friends."
Clary walked with Angie, still getting some dirty looks from other students.
"Just don't be nervous, they only try to get you down." Angie said.
"That will happen anyways." Clary murmered, but Angie heard that.
"Don't be so negative about yourself, you know the best what you're able of and they don't. By the way, charging someone because of their parents is quietly against the rules of the school." Angie told. "They can't get you down because of your father."
"You don't mind then?" Clary asked in surprise.
"Indeed, I think that every person is different and nothing like their parents." Angie replied.
"What do you think of Downworlders then?" Clary asked.
"Me? I actually know a Downworlder, I'm not afraid of them." Angie told. "I think that the Clave needs to change their ideas about them. They are also living beings who have rights."
"I think exactly like that too!" Clary 'kind of' cheered, but not loud.
"I'm happy you do. My friends also think like that, you would fit in very well." Angie said.
"I hope so." Clary said.
Angie and Clary approached a small group of 3 other Shadowhunters their age. One was girl and the other two were boys. The girl had long black hair and blue eyes, just like the boy who was quiet tall, the other one had gold blonde hair and golden eyes and looked a lot like Angie.
"Hey guys!" Angie said.
"Hey sis!" the gold blonde boy said.
Clary could conclude that that boy was Angie's brother.
"Guys, I would like you to meet Clary, she's new. Clary, meet the Lightwood siblings Alec and Isabelle and my brother Jace." Angie said.
"Hi." Clary said, trying to smile.
"What's your first class?" Isabelle asked.
"History of the Shadow World." Clary replied.
"You're lucky, Alec, Angie and I have that too." Isabelle said.
"That's good to know." Clary said.
"One question, does anyone knows a professor L. Garroway? He's our P.E. teacher." Alec asked.
"No idea, when do you guys have P.E.? Jace asked. "I have that class the 2nd hour."
"Last hour, 4th period." Clary replied.
"Me too!" Angie and Isabelle said.
"I'm in the same P.E. class as Jace." Alec said.
(bell rings)
"Looks like we've got to go." Isabelle said. "Come."
Angie, Alec, Clary and Isabelle walked to the history classroom while Jace went into the other direction.
"What does your brother have the 1st hour?" Clary asked.
"Roman language, not really that has my interest." Angie replied.
"Me neither." Clary said.
They arrived in class, seeing that their teacher was Mr Robert Lightwood, the father of both Isabelle and Alec.
"Hello students, welcome to your first History of the Shadow World class." Mr Lightwood said.
"Dad may talk like you fall asleep…" Alec warned Clary.
"Thanks for the warning." Clary said as she sat down next to Angie on the 3rd row, in front of Alec and Isabelle.
History class was very boring, Mr Lightwood didn't talk about anything else than the war between Shadowhunters and Downworlders, which has been going on since the Uprising.
Clary saw that Angie was clearly annoyed by the bad things Mr Lightwood told about the Down-worlders and was drawing a werewolf in her sketchbook, the same one as Clary had.
"Ms Herondale? Could you please pay some attention?" Mr Lightwood asked, not really in a polite way for a teacher.
Angie looked up before Mr Lightwood snatched her sketchbook away and looked on it. She became very angry when she did. "Give that back!" she angrily said.
Mr Lightwood looked amused. "Why're you drawing Downworlders? And so detailed?" he asked, looking through the sketches of Werewolves, Vampires, Warlocks, Fairies and persons.
"Because of who I am." Angie replied and snatched her sketchbook back. "And you don't need to know a damn thing why I'm drawing them, can't a girl be artistic?"
(bell rings)
Angie picked up her bag and walked out of the classroom with a proud face.
"She's really brave." Clary whispered. "Is she always like this?"
"If she has to defend where she believes in." Isabelle replied.
Clary followed Angie, who was walking to the Art class.
"You're artistic too?" Angie asked.
"Yes, I have a same kind of sketchbook as you have." Clary said.
"Then we apparently share a lot, I wouldn't be surprised if you're my long lost sister or something like that." Angie said and laughed.
They both stepped into the classroom and sat down on a stool.
"What do you like to draw most?" Angie said. "You know I have a preference for Downworlders."
"I like drawing persons like Angels, with those feathery wings, I just like that." Clary replied. "I really don't know why I like it, but I do."
"That doesn't matter in anyway." Angie said.
"But what's your favourite Downworlder race to draw?" Clary asked.
"I can't choose between Warlocks and Werewolves." Angie replied.
Clary smiled, she had really a lot in common with this girl. "Would you like to come to my house after P.E.? Or do you still have classes?" she asked.
"No, I don't have any more classes, so I would like to come over to your house." Angie said.
"Great!" Clary said and she started to paint.
She drew Angie in a white tight knee-long dress with long not so wide sleeves and white knee-high boots, cat-like blue eyes and a pair of white wings in Heaven.
Quickly, she looked at Angie's work, who was painting an ink black Werewolf with one grey stripe on his side, in the dark blue night, howling towards the detailed full moon. The Werewolf, however, looked still somewhat like a human because it was still standing on 2 legs.
"It almost looks real." Clary commented.
"Thanks, what're you painting?" Angie asked.
"Nothing interesting." Clary said.
"Now I'm curious!" Angie said, stood up and looked at Clary's painting.
Clary was slightly nervous for Angie's reaction.
"Whoa, you've even made me skinnier than I am, and that outfit looks really good on me." Angie told. "Are my eyes really that blue? Never knew angel wings would really do me."
"Well, thanks?" Clary said unsure.
"Don't be so unsure!" Angie said. "You've got real talent! Maybe art is really your thing, you should really do something with that in your future."
"Thanks, you should do too." Clary said, pointing at the Werewolf.
Their teacher, a Shadowhunter woman named Mrs J. Penhallow, walked through the class, giving comments about all paintings. Some were good, but most were bad.
"There she comes, the Art Witch." Angie murmered as Mrs Penhallow walked into their direction.
"Why do you call her like that?" Clary asked, a bit confused.
"Because she has a different taste of art, for her, everything has to be abstract and no colour like I always do." Angie replied in a whisper as Mrs Penhallow was looking at Angie's painting.
"Ms Herondale." Mrs Penhallow said in a high raised voice.
"Yes Mrs Penhallow?" Angie asked with an innocent voice.
"How many times do I have to tell you TO NOT DRAW ANY FILTHY DOWNWORLDERS IN MY CLASSROOM!" Mrs Penhallow yelled.
The whole class looked at them, at Mrs Penhallow and Angie.
Clary now feared for Angie, even though she didn't know Mrs Penhallow at all.
But Angie somehow remained calm. She didn't move except for blinking her eyes. "Excuse me Mrs?" she asked on a more braver tone.
"You heard me, get that painting out of my classroom." Mrs Penhallow said.
"Alright, I'll just put it in my locker then." Angie said, took her work from the standard, walked into the hallways to her locker and came back before Mrs Penhallow could inspect Clary's painting.
"I see you have something with heavenly beings, she really looks like Raziel, except for the white blonde hair." Mrs Penhallow said. "Who's hair colour did you use?"
"Uhm…. Angie's, Mrs Penhallow.'' Clary replied, slightly shy.
Mrs Penhallow looked from the painting at Angie and back. "How…" she asked.
"Uhm…. it may be the best you go on with inspecting the paintings." Angie said.
Still stunned, Mrs Penhallow walked away.
"Did she like it or not?" Clary asked.
"She did. C'mon, I don't want to be late for my next class." Angie replied.
"What do you have?" Clary asked.
"Weapon Skills, Alec is in that class too." Angie said.
"Well, seems our timetables are the same on Mondays…" Clary said.
"That's a very curious coincidence." Angie said.
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