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The first thing Clary saw when she opened her eyes was white, and as she looked around, she noticed everything was white. The walls, floors and bed sheets in that same white that looked so familiar but Clary couldn't recall where she had seen that same shade.
Clary heard the sound of a door creaking open and she quickly look towards the entrance and noticed a young girl, she was a pretty girl, with brown hair and dark eye and she was also quite slender. The only feature that marred her beauty was a think scar running across half of her face. The young girl saw her looking and Clary looked away in embarrassment. She knew it was rude to stare at people.
"I see you are finally awake, I will go get Mrs. Branwell. Please wait here." The girl spoke and Clary felt herself nod.
"Wait! Where am I exactly?" Clary asked quickly before she left.
"London Institute miss", she replied before leaving the room and this left the red haired girl extremely confused.
Clary didn't know how long she waited before the door opened loudly and a group of people hurried into the room.
The first of the group to speak was a very short woman, she had dark hair and eyes and Clary thought she might be Mrs. Branwell.
"Hello, my name is Charlotte Branwell and I am the head of the London Institute. Can you please tell me your name and why we found you covered in blood outside our door?" The woman-Charlotte said.
Blank.
She couldn't remember much. Only that her name was Clary and she was sixteen years old. She couldn't remember why she was covered in blood and that made her panic.
"I-I don't, I don't remember. I only know my name is Clary. Why-Why can't I remember anything!?" Clary started panicking and it was very obvious to the rest of the group.
"Okay, Clary, I need you to calm down. We'll figure this out. Just take a deep breath," Charlotte said, trying to sooth the young teenager.
"She's a Shadowhunter, that's obvious isn't it." A girl said, she had light blonde hair and a pretty face but the scowl marring it made her look unpleasant.
"Brilliant deduction Jessamine, you are a genius. Well done." Clary's eyes immediately sort the boys and she simply stared at him. He was beautiful; there was no other word to describe him. He had deep blue eyes, and black hair, Clary saw that he was taller than nearly everyone in the room. But the way he spoke sounded so familiar and she didn't understand why.
"William, enough. Please do not start. Not today-" Charlotte said, suddenly sounding exhausted"-I think introductions are in order. As you know I am Charlotte Branwell, this is my husband Henry-" she looked over to a red haired man, that's sleeve was half burnt off, "-our servant Sophie Collins,-" Charlotte gestured to the sam girl she met earlier, "-and of course Jessamine Love lace and William Herondale." Charlotte finished by gesturing to the pretty blonde with the brown eyes and the beautiful boy, who she knew now as William.
"We have two other occupants Tessa Grey and James Carstairs but they are currently preoccupied." Charlotte said. "Now, if you really can not remember anything then I suggest we contact Magnus Bane and we'll see if he can help you."
"Thank you Mrs. Branwell" Clary spoke softly looking down at her bandaged hands.
"Charlotte please, now we will leave you to your rest. Have a nice rest Clary." Clary nodded and Charlotte gestured the occupants out of the room, much to their protests. William was the last one to leave and before he did, he told her something that made her have mixed reactions.
"I was the one who found you. Whatever you had been through, it almost killed you. I hope you don't get your memories back, for your own sake." And with that, William Herondale left.
