Hey! I didn't think I was going to post another chapter but… here I am! Enjoy, I hope.

Clary's POV

I couldn't concentrate all through my art class. We were doing painted studies, which I hated because I could never make them as good as my mom's. I preferred to sketch – to cover pages in lines that formed themselves into pictures. That is what amazed me.

I idly sketched a scene that I felt I should remember, but it was so surreal, it must have been from a film. I just couldn't place it. The only problem was: I watched loads of these films with Simon. Fantasies, sci-fi, adventure, and action films were our type.

"You can see the colours of these abstracts do not reflect the scene itself, but the painters emotions…" the lady who was taking the class droned on while the rest of us painted the still life sets in front of us.

We only had red, yellow, and blue in our pallets so colours were completely up to us. I stared at the set, my mind wondering again.

I took the blue and only added specs of red and yellow to tone down the brightness of the blue hue. It resulted in a dark, spiralling grey – like a stormy mist rolling over a clear lake. The colour radiated my confusion and frustration perfectly so I painted in the shades of the African vase in front of me. Red and blue then created a stunning lilac to contrast it by running zig-zags through the pattern.

Next, yellow with a tint of red made gold to underscore the lilac slashes. The art room door was slammed shut which made me jump and knock the water pot over. I ran to mop it up before it ruined my work. Only then did I notice that the gold had dripped onto my idle sketch, just over the one exposed pupil.

I put the sketch into my bag so that I don't destroy it any more than I already have and settle back down to painting.

I carefully mixed a sandy, striking blonde colour and started to apply it to my page in front of me. With my paintbrush hovering above the page, I stopped suddenly. I reached under the desk to my bag and found the sketch I had started earlier.

Finally, I could start trying to reach the full picture with tiny blocks of texture and colour. I moved the paintbrush swiftly over the exposed hair in my sketch and another piece falls into place.

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