-Isabelle-
Nighthawk.
She remembered helping him choose it, looking through hundreds upon hundreds of names. She hadn't told anybody, but there was one name on the list that she had recognized. Starkweather.
Isabelle had tried to hate Hodge after he had stolen the Mortal Cup and betrayed them she hadn't been able. Because every time she pictured him, she saw the kind, although somewhat irritated, smile on his lips when he'd tried to teach her Latin, or History, or Botany. She heard his voice when he'd lectured her or reprimanded her. This was Hodge. He couldn't be evil.
And when she had seen his family name on the list, it had almost been too much. To know that an ancient Shadowhunter family could be wiped out in the sliver of a second it had taken Hodge to die. And the knowledge that someday, the name Lightwood would be on that list. That they would be forgotten, added on to the endless list of discarded names.
Isabelle shook her head. Way too many dark thoughts on a day like this. This was Simon's day. The day he would finally become a Shadowhunter. One of them.
Raising her head, she looked out over the crowd. A lot of people she knew, and a few she didn't. She saw Clary's mass of red curls, and Magnus glittery spikes. they were all her to witness Simon's ascension.
"Quite a crowd, isn't it?"
Isabelle turned around, and saw the boy who had once been Brother Zachariah smiling at a girl with long brown hair. Tessa,that's what clary had called her. Tessa Gray.
"Oh yes," Tessa said. "But the ceremony is very different from when Sophie ascended."
The boy sighed. "I would have given anything to be there for that. What was that name she chose? Ashgown?"
Tessa laughed. "Ashgown? That's a terrible name! No, it was Ashdown, but she only kept it
for a couple of months."
"Why ever- Ah. Gideon."
"Of course. And I must say, the name Lightwood suited her better."
Isabelle stared. Sophie Lightwood? That was the name of her great-great-grandmother's-aunt-something-or-other. Also, incidentally, one of her namesakes.