A/N: Sorry if it seemed like I dropped off there for a while. I was debating whether or not to let you guys imagine the encounter or to just write it. I decided to just write it since this is for my friend not me!
Magnus, instead of answering the boy, turned to Grace. "This is kind of your fault you know," he said mildly.
"My fault?!" she asked incredulously. "You're the one who gave me the blasted thing, if it's anyone's fault it's- where is it anyway?" She whirled around in a full circle searching for the object that seemed to have brought them back to this age and place.
"Well, don't mind me!" she exclaimed sounding increasingly worried. "Go, make nice, and catch up with them. I'm going to look for the device," she said while running around the small courtyard, searching through the bushes even going so far as to start checking under the Shadowhunters who were still out cold.
Magnus shook his head at her antics and walked over to Jem, Will, and Tessa. "Hello, William," he said formally, inclining his head toward the Nephilim. "Jem, Tessa," he continued nodding at the two of them in turn.
"What- what's going on? Who are those people?" Will asked utterly flabbergasted.
"Well, Will, the unconscious people are Nephilim from New York in the 21st century. The clearly mentally disturbed girl running about-" he grinned mischievously at Grace as she shot him a venomous glare, "is an old friend of mine. Grace Lombard, she's a warlock who I've known for most of my life, though she is younger than me."
"Wait, 21st century? How is that even possible? I mean it must be true. You've popped up out of nowhere and the clothing you all are wearing…" Tessa said seeming quite confused.
"You sound like Jessamine, Tessa, talking about our clothing," Magnus responded with a teasing smile gracing his lips.
"Well," she started defensively only to be interrupted when Grace joined the conversation having given up on locating the device.
"I can't find it anywhere," Grace cried despondently. "It should be here somewhere, I know it!"
Magnus wrapped his arms around her midsection and drew her closer to his body. "Well, is it possible that it got destroyed in the Portal? It didn't seem a very stable device in the first place," he responded soothingly.
"I suppose," she muttered, still sounding put-out. "Oh, where are my manners?!" she exclaimed, "I'm Grace Lombard, High Warlock of Chicago, or I guess I will be since we don't seem to be in the proper time period. Plus, I'm thinking of moving to Manhattan, so the whole Chicago thing may indeed be inaccurate soon."
"Really?" Magnus asked his eyebrows raised in surprise. "When were you going to tell me?!"
"At the party," Grace said simply narrowing her eyes at him.
"What device?" Jem asked curiously trying to get the conversation back on track.
"It was a device that Magnus had gotten a while ago and just given to me for my birthday. It was something invented by Henry Branwell later in his life. I suppose its purpose was time travel since we were taken back in time when I got it working," she said with a thoughtful look.
"Who are the Nephilim with you?" Tessa inquired, clearly interested in them.
"The red-head is Clarissa Fray- or rather Fairchild, though she goes by Fray- and she prefers to be called Clary. The dark-haired boy is Alexander Lightwood and he goes by Alec and the dark-haired girl is his sister Isabelle," Grace was explaining when Magnus cut in. He had noticed Will, Jem, and Tessa's confused looks when the Lightwoods were mentioned.
"You cannot judge Isabelle and Alec based on your experiences with Benedict and Gabriel. They are nothing like them. In fact, the blonde boy is Jace Lightwood, Alec's parabatai. He is not a Lightwood by blood, but by choice- they are his only family- in blood he is a Herondale," Magnus interjected, carefully watching Will's reaction to this news.
Will's eyes widened comically and he opened and closed his mouth several times, seemingly at a loss for words. This was a first for William Herondale. Magnus smirked at the boy and said, "Times and people change, William. And besides, wasn't it you who started the trouble with the Lightwoods?"
"No! If she had simply chosen to transfer her affections to someone she actually had a chance with then I wouldn't have needed to embarrass her so and break Gabriel's arm!" Will defended stubbornly.
"Spoken like a true Herondale," Grace said laughing good-naturedly.
Will raised his eyebrows and looked at her questioningly before responding. "And what would you know about Herondales?"
"Well, I've come to know Jace here quite well and I associated closely with his grandmother Imogen and even knew your father, William," she said smugly, loving the shocked expression on the young man's face. She then turned to Tessa and said, "I do apologize if in the time we spend here I act like we are grand old friends. I realize that at this point in time, you've no clue who I am, but in the future we become quite close."
Tessa nodded her head, unsure of what else to do. She was still reeling from what she had just learned about the blond boy, Jace, and the time period that the Shadowhunters had come from.
"Come on, we better get them inside before they wake up," Magnus said gesturing to the four Nephilim still sprawled on the ground.
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