Johnathan's hand laid on the door as he threw a lazy smile towards Clary, "Ready for the interrogation sis?" Clary just rolled her eyes and pushed her brothers shoulder, "Just open the door already." He shook his head and slowly opened the door letting it creek open so that everyone would know that they were home. The door shut loudly behind them as their boots squeaked against the reflective marbel floor.
"Clarissa and Johnathan Morgenstern so help me! Take off your shoes because you come tracking that muck onto that floor, I just mopped!" Clary and her brothers heads turned up to the second floor. Their was a balcony of sorts on both sides of the elegant staircase and their mother stood there in all of her fury. Jocelyn's red hair was thrown up into its usual messy ponytail and was the same color of Clary's. People always told Clary that she looked exactly like her Mother when she was her age. As Jocelyn stood looking down at her and her brother she looked closer to her mothers features. They had the same color hair, yes, but besides that she couldn't see much else. Even at the age her mother was Clary always thought her mother was much more beautiful than herself. Even in the state her mother was in now, with paint splattered like freckles across her face and in old overalls. Clary chuckled before throwing her hands up in defense and slipping off her black boots. Their mother looked at Johnathan expectantly, "Johnathan Sebastian Morgenstern, if you value your life take off your boots!" Her mother tried to keep a menacing look on her face but slowly a smile started to form and he pulled off his boots shoving them showingly up into the air for her.
Their mother sighed and began to walk down the staircase taking two steps at a time. She glided effortlessly and with such grace that it made Clary a bit jealous of her mother. She may have been the best shadowhunter of her time but she was still clumsy at times and as Clary looked at her mother with admiration she wondered why she couldn't of gotten that grace from her. Finally, Jocelyn reached her two children and looked at both of them with a face that Clary couldn't quite place. It looked almost pained which was weird Clary thought but it quickly vanished and their mother then pointed at Johnathan's hair, "Both of you are filthy!" She then hesitated and sighed, "Go clean up for dinner but before you do your father wants to talk to both of you and Clary dear..." The sound of her name made her alert and her eyes go wide. "...don't egg your father on too much today he's not in the best of moods," Her mother placed her hand on Clary's cheek and gave her that sad and pained look, and then just like that it was gone again and she walked back up the staircase to probably finish her painting.
Once she was out of earshot her brother leaned over to her and whispered, "Maybe you should let me do most of the talking if Dad's in such a bad mood." Clary silently agreed. Whenever their father was in a bad mood her immediate thought was to go to her usual wit and sarcasm and usually that ended up making him angrier, and her getting a whole lot of yelling. They walked silently to the other end of the house having to pass through the living room where one of their maids were vacuuming the rug. Startled by the sudden presence in the room the maid looked up and saw the two children in front of her. She wasn't much older than Clary she had thought and had magnificent almost black hair and eyes that gave a real notice to her flawless pale skin. Clary couldn't quite put a name to this maid but she couldn't help but notice the beauty of her even though she was mundane. The girl silently nodded to the two siblings and they passed by and went back to the carpet. Clary mused in her mind what it was like to be a mundane, especially a servant one. Her and her brother were always raised to think of themselves somewhat above mundanes, but Clary always held a soft spot for them and often observed them quietly imagining what it was like to be one.
Clary reached for the door to their father's study and knocked three times before hearing a muffled, "Come in!" Taking a deep breath she gently pushed the door open allowing just enough room for her and her brother to pass through. Their father was looking down at some paper work on his desk and barely even acknowledged their presence, he probably thought they were one of the maids calling him to dinner. Clary cleared her throat as to get his attention and his eyes slowly left the paper in front of him and once his eyes met Clary's she felt the same coldness that came over her whenever they came to tell him about the attack on demons they had just done. She could never shake a reason why that always came over her but maybe it was the way his dark eyes always assessed Clary in an almost business like way. She loved her father sure, but sometimes he did actually scare her with how cold her could take them fighting demons. Even still after he assessed them a smile formed on his face almost warming his features, "So how was it? Any problems?" Johnathan then went into all of the details of the fight with how many demons there were, what happened, any problems they had. Which they actually had some at first. The demons were hiding in an abandoned and old building the did not seem stable at all and the worse thing was that they seemed to be hiding in the basement. Once going down there they had no way of easy escape in case they encountered more than bargained for, but once they had found them they had been lowly demons and easy to kill. Nothing Clary could not handle.
Once Johnathan was done telling the details their father gave them a studying look and then clapped his hands together making a loud smack, "Good, good! But it sounds like Clary you might have to practice your defensive moves a little more, perhaps tomorrow we can do that." He didn't make it as a question more as a way of telling Clary that she had no choice in the matter and that she was going to get a whole new set of bruises tomorrow. She just nodded her head taking her mother's advice instead of telling her father off for practically insulting her fighting abilities. She could feel her body going tense with anger and just wished he would let them go off to clean themselves off soon. "Now, I do believe that dinner is soon so you two should go wash up," He waved his hand gesturing us to leave so he can go back to his papers. Clary held another comment that held a couple of not nice words and silently shuffled out of the room. She forgot about her brother and walked faster than him to get to her room. She could not believe that their father said nothing ever about Johnathan's techniques but always critiqued hers. It was absolutely unfair.
She pushed the door to her room open and instantly was filled with the familiar and homey smell of her room. Hints of vanilla and other perfumes swarmed her noise welcoming her back to her sanctuary. Sure she loved her family but she found she was always happiest alone in her room. The walls were covered with drawings of whatever had come to her mind, another thing she had inherited from her mother was her artistic ability. Most of the pictures were of lakes and some of angels that were so detailed that it looked like they might come out of the pictures and smite her right then and there. Although there was a small section of a stranger that usually came to her mind, she had no idea how she had imagined him but he was truly beautiful. With blond hair that was slightly darker than her brothers making him almost look like a lion and golden eyes that shone with such determination that she was often motivated by just looking at them. From her mind though he was a shadowhunter like her and she felt like she knew him but she had never met him before. Clary walked up to that section of the wall and let her fingers gently caress one of the drawings cheek. A feeling came into her almost like an electric shock and she saw a flower blooming in the dead of night. Confused, Clary shook her head and went over to her bathroom to assess the damage she had taken while fighting the demons. Luckily, there were no bruises on her face at least, something she always hated to get. But a small cut had formed right above her left eyebrow and her hair was matted down with sweat and some blood that came from a mystery spot. Clary figured she might as well shower since it was roughly five and dinner wouldn't be ready for another hour or so.
Once the warm water hit Clary's body she felt a warm smile hit her face and hugged her body. This was her favorite part of after a fight. The shower after wards always warmed her and she always felt a sense of wonder as she watched the dirt and blood wash off of her. Once she thoroughly cleaned her body and hair she stepped out of the shower and wrapped one of the fluffy towels around her body. Clary took another towel and wrapped it expertly on top of her head so that it stayed and walked back into her room. She went over to her bed and sat on top of it and took the towel on top of her head and wiped most of the water off of her hair. Clary looked over to her left to the two french doors which beyond them a balcony was there. She often stayed out there late at night to either read a book or paint or draw and often found peace out there with the sounds of nature to soothe her.
Clary had dried her hair and found a dress and heels suitable enough for dinner since her family always dressed up around the house. Her father always said they had the money for it so they should wear the best clothes, except when they were training or her or her mother were painting. The dress she was wearing was soft almost silk material or maybe it was silk, Clary was never really that much into fashion or clothes. But the dress had a nice sweetheart cut and went down to her mid thighs in a flowy way and she was very tempted to spin to let it swirl around her. But instead she looked at herself in the mirror once more that was on her dresser. Her red hair had eventually dried fully and soft curls formed and went down to her breasts and her cheeks had a tint of pink to them giving her face a full look. Her hand found her cheek as she propped her elbow on the dresser and stared deeper into the mirror losing herself in thought. She thought back to before the shower when she had been looking at her mystery shadowhunter and that shock hit her. The flower she saw blooming seemed familiar like she knew what it was but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. It had been beautiful though the way it slowly bloomed and allowed its color to be shown. Her focus went to behind her in the mirror to the way that held the drawings of the mystery boy and she thought about who he might be and where he came from and why she had a slight obsession with drawing him when she never even met him or even knew if he existed.
A knock on the door made Clary straighten with attention and she told the person to come in. It was the same beautiful girl who was vacuuming downstairs and she looked to the ground in a submissive way. Her hands folded nervously as she almost in a whisper told Clary dinner was ready. The girl was about to turn around and go out the door when Clary yelled stop. The girl almost frightened turned around and gave Clary a nervous look and bit her lip. Clary stood up and attempted to look the girl in the eye but she kept looking around the room. "What's your name?" Clary asked as sweetly as she could. The girl looked at Clary dumbfounded sure that she had misheard but when Clary gave the girl a pushing glance the girl managed to mutter a response.
"...Is – Is...Isabelle Lightwood ma'am," And with that she gave Clary a pleading look to see if she could leave now. She gave the girl a nod and watched as she scattered out of the room and closed the door softly. Somehow Clary felt like she knew the girl before but that was impossible since she was a mundane and Clary would never seriously put in enough time to get to know the girl. But still she looked at the door as she wondered how she had known the girl. Sighing Clary started to walk towards the door to go to dinner but once more she looked at her mystery shadowhunter and asked herself, who are you?
I told you guys that this chapter would be longer! I really hope you guys liked this chapter and if you did it would be super cool if you commented or favorited it! Thank you!
xoxo Kirsten