A/N: Haha… oops… here's the next chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just the plot
~~~ Chapter 2 ~~~
Idris was set up much like Paris: The center was the home of the most important building, the governmental house of the Clave. Surrounding it was a spiraling pattern of housing and shop districts that were designed to go from rich to poor. The rich wizards and familiars were able to afford housing closer to the Clave while others, Clary's mom included, lived further out on the rings. Artists like Clary's mother resided in the 5th of 7 rings of the city. This district was made up of a large number of members of the fine arts and outcasts.
Clary's next door neighbor, for example, was an old, haggard woman named Dorothea who specialized in fortune telling. She had made quite a lot of money in her younger days but now spent most of her time pointing a laser at the wall and laughing maniacally as her cat jumped to get it.
On their way out of town, Clary and Simon were stopped by said woman as they crossed the road to the portal station a few blocks from their house. Dorothea stood before them, a black cloak covering her bony shoulders as she gazed up at them through a pair of glasses much larger than her face.
"Ah Clary, just who I wanted to see! I need your help washing the upstairs window panes of my house. My magic isn't strong enough anymore to scrub all of that grime off."
Clary and Simon both shuddered at the thought of Madame Dorothea's (that is what she required to be called) windows. Covered with layers of gunk and goo, those windows were impossible to see through. They didn't even give off a gleam in the sunlight.
Madame Dorothea had a habit of asking Clary, Simon, Luke, or Jocelyn to complete a multitude of odd jobs around her house over the years. As though she weren't a witch herself, she had requested Clary's help many, many times. Clary, however, didn't mind as she and Madame Dorothea had a secret.
Back in the day, Madame Dorothea had been a spectacular witch. Her magic was quite powerful and her fortune telling was always spot on. Whenever Clary had come over to help out, Madame Dorothea would teach Clary a spell. Most often they were small spells, simple fortune telling enchantments or casual spells; however, as Clary had grown older, Madame Dorothea had begun to teach her rare, powerful spells, certainly spells that were not good in the hands of a child. Madame Dorothea, hidden deep in her nasty house under heavy enchantments and provisions, kept one of five copies of the ancient Gray Book, a spell book long lost to the wizards of Idris. Clary had only the chance to read three spells from it, but this is where things got interesting. The ancient text of the Gray Book made it near impossible to read the spells printed on its old pages. However, for some unknown reason, Clary's eyes were able to read the words, her brain able to comprehend.
Although crazy, Madame Dorothea had become an important person in Clary's life. Within Clary resided a permanent kindness and admiring to the woman before her.
"Um Madame Dorothea, I would love to help out, I really would, but Simon and I are off to school today. If any other day I would say yes but I think being late on the first day might leave a bad impression on the professors." Clary let out a nervous giggle, glancing quickly at her watch to see that the entrance ceremony began in 20 minutes.
"Oh back to that old jail cell. I was never one for school you know. Why back in my day-"
"You used to skip school and tell fake fortunes as you pickpocketed rich people," Simon finished for her. They had heard this story a couple hundred times throughout their life and if they weren't in such a rush, they would have listened out of politeness to Dorothea.
"Okay, okay I get it you're in a hurry. So here, a parting gift before you go."
Suddenly, Madame Dorothea's hand snatched Clary's and held her hand between her own bony ones. Her eyes closed behind her giant glasses and her mouth began to move as a spell began to spill from her lips. Clary could feel a slight tingling throughout her body and she squirmed from Dorothea's cold hands.
"I see great trials in your future, my dear. Hardship awaits you at Idris Academy along with great strain physically and mentally." Clary heard the words in her brain, the voice of Madame Dorothea echoing instead inside her head as the physical Dorothea continued to chant the spell. Clary could see Madame Dorothea's eyes moving behind her lids, darting back and forth as the visions bombarded her.
Her spell had reached a low shout as the visions came more quickly. "Be careful my dear and watch who you trust. They may just bring you a lot of pain." At last the spell finished and Madame Dorothea's eyes opened again to rest on Clary.
"Oh dear, sounds like you've got quite the predicament coming up!" Madame Dorothea let out a shrieking cackle as she dropped Clary's hand and began to walk away, her cloak billowing out behind her. Simon and Clary exchanged a rather confused look as they watched her walk away.
When she got only a bit away from Clary and Simon she turned, her glasses glinting in the sun.
"Oh and Clary," her voice called out. "Stay away from cats."
With that Dorothea let out a thunderous laugh as she hobbled down the street, her black cloak disappearing into the scenery.
Idris Academy was the second largest building within the Idris area, but it was much further out of the way. Fields lay vast over different parts of the landscape and among the rolling hills of the country lie Idris Academy, stop number 8 in the portal directory.
The tall spires of Idris Academy rose above them from the portal stop as they stared up at the tall spires of the building. The front lawn was crawling with students and teachers. Some were running towards the gymnasium, where they held the opening ceremony, while others lounged about on the green. Clary and Simon stuck closely together as they made their way to the gym.
Clary and Simon certainly didn't dislike everyone in their grade. They liked a couple of people like Eric, Simon's familiar friend who had convinced Simon to join a band that was currently called "Directory of the Plaid Familiars." It was subject to change often, thank goodness.
Clary happened to like a witch who had been in her Using Magic in the Arts class named Helen Blackthorn.
However a large portion of the class was too infatuated with a particular student to give Clary or Simon the time of day.
In fact, this very student sat lounged on the grass surrounded by witches, wizards, and familiars alike as they all listened to the apparently hilarious story leaving the students mouth.
Jace Wayland, the bane of Clary's existence, had made freshman year of Idris Academy hell for anyone who didn't like him. After being paired together in their potions class, Clary had decided that she didn't like him, when he had left her no choice but to do their entire final project of the year alone as he was "too busy going to parties and hooking up to bother making an invisibility potion." That wasn't all, however. It was at a party when Jace had come up to her and from that moment on, Clary's dislike began to grow rapidly for Jace Wayland.
Clary stood with her back to the corner, a red solo cup grasped carefully between her hands. She gazed out at the gyrating bodies and strobe lights of the dance floor as she sipped the cranberry juice in her cup. Clary loved parties, the nonsensical music and bright lights allowing her to let loose and forget about life for a short while.
For some reason or another, however, Clary didn't feel like partying tonight. In fact, she wanted to leave but had already lost Simon in the crowd, his poor thin body carried easily away by the mass of people. It was in this corner, that Jace Wayland appeared before her.
"Hey baby, you look lonely. Want the honor of sharing my company tonight?"
A beyond annoying smirk graced the boys arguably perfect features as his golden eyes drilled into Clary's green ones.
"Hey babe, nice offer but I'll pass. I've already got someone I'm waiting for." Sarcasm dripped from her words she pushed a hand against his chest in order to escape the confines of his arm cage.
"Who are you waiting for? Rat boy?" He laughed. "That little rodent has already scurried off. In fact, if you look to the opposite wall you'll see him attempting to hit on my sister."
Clary ducked under his arm, her small stature fitting easily under his rather large and muscular one, and gazed to the opposite wall.
Simon was indeed there with a gorgeous girl, her long black hair and pale skin shining under the lights. Simon was clearly very drunk and was struggling to hold himself up as Isabelle, Jace's sister, taunted him with a cheese cracker pulled from a snack bowl on the bar, clearly making fun of him.
Clary boiled with rage.
"Don't talk about Simon that way!" She yelled at him. His grin remained as he held up his hands in surrender.
"Look missy, I'm sorry for insulting your little pet. Now why don't we forget about that and you can show me a good time."
"Look mister, you and I both know that we have much better places to be. Now if you'll excuse me, I would like to never talk to you or your family again."
She started through the crowd towards Simon when Jace caught her arm.
"Hey look, no one says no to me. I've got a record of getting every girl." His cocky grin was back and oozed confidence.
Clary rolled her eyes and puller her arm from his grasp.
"Well looks like you just lost it."
As she slipped through the crowd, she felt his glare burn into her back.
It looked like their hatred was now mutual.
"Would you look at that, Rat Boy and Fire Engine have returned to school." His mocking tone called out to them from across the green and his little group turned to look at Clary and Simon, cruel smiles adorning their faces.
Clary dipped her head lower and walked a little faster, pulling Simon's sleeve to follow suit.
"What's up Little Red? Out of those witty remarks? Or just too intimidated by me to think of anything good?"
Simon turned to him and Clary grabbed his shoulder but it was too late.
"She just doesn't want to waste breath on trash like you."
It was quite comical to hear the collective gasp from their group.
"Hey listen Rat Boy," Jace rose to his feet.
Simon was tall, almost a foot taller than Clary's five foot stature. Jace however, had beaten him by two inches. Add muscles and confidence and Jace outnumbered Simon easily.
"I like to eat rodents like you for breakfast, so I'd watch it." Jace licked his lips as a girl from the crowd, Aline, grabbed his arm from a slight swoon. This only made his smirk grow bigger.
Clary pulled Simon away, knowing that this was a fight that they most likely would never win.
"Come on Si," she whispered. "We'll just let them be late to opening." They both turned their backs and walked away as a laugh rose from the group.
Jace Wayland the familiar was infuriatingly lucky. Exuding confidence and graced with intelligence and power, Jace and his animal sure shared a lot of traits.
Very powerful and extremely rare, Jace had been gifted with the lion.
A/N: This update came way later then I wanted it too but I'm pretty happy with the outcome. To make up here is a little bit of a longer chapter. Though, I don't really like the Jace I wrote. BUT DON'T WORRY HE'LL CHANGE! Please leave your thoughts and suggestions in a review! Thank you to everyone who reviewed to my last chapter. We must all be on the same wavelengths cause a lot of you guessed where I was going. It was pretty obvious though, huh? Oh well thank you for the lovely reviews and leave your feedback please! See you next time!