Magnus looked up as the four siblings entered through the gate and the crowd suddenly parted to let the legendary siblings through. His eyes were immediately drawn to the two elder Lightwood siblings, both tall and beautiful. Izzy with her beautiful curve hugging dress showcasing her beautiful body and the black Louboutin heels clicking on the hard ground just drawing more attention to her ethereal beauty. Beside her the tall muscled figure of Alec in a dark shirt and messy hair was even more tempting a dish of eye candy. It seems Izzy's fashion sense may be having a good impact on her brother. As soon as Izzy had walked in the yard had fallen silent as all watched to see what the siblings would do in regards to their brothers return to high society. Jace was constantly on the watch for any threat to his brother, even the wrong look at little Max and that person would find themselves answering to him.

"Well if it isn't the legendary Lightwood siblings? To what do we owe this pleasure" drawled Magnus from his lounged position at one of the tables.

"Magnus, as though you could survive a week without going shopping with me. You and I are destined to shop whenever we meet," smirked Izzy as she confidently strode over to embrace and air kiss her best friend, shopping partner and general partner in crime.

"What ever shall we do? There is no shop here at school!"

"Guess we will have to brave the books then, we can go shopping later, I saw that a new collection has come out in Fendi." Sighed Magnus, a note of longing in his voice at the prospect of being able to shop with Izzy.

"Morning Magnus," drawled Jace as he walked over followed closely by Alec and Max, "So what do you know about these Americans that have arrived, Izzy wouldn't shut up about them in the ride over"

"Not much in all honesty, I have heard they are the son and daughter of Valentine Morgenstern, so rich but not noble."

"Only you could be a snob about that, Magnus! Trust you to hold it against them," chipped in Izzy

"Not true, I don't hold it against them, some people are not lucky enough to be from Europe. I will hold it against the that they are Americans though. Everyone knows that European fashion is better. I mean, we practically invented the word," said Magnus as he riffled through his satchel looking for some more gold eyeliner.

"Magnus. We did invent the word," replied Izzy

"Oh yes, Of course, I forget,"

"You don't forget. You probably invented the word yourself, knowing you that is actually quite likely."

"I didn't invent it, but I did choose the word for papaya if you wanted to know. Anyway, we will be late if we stand here any longer" Magnus and Izzy then entwined their arms and sauntered of in a wave of glitter and perfume, followed very closely by their clique of wannabe Queen B's.

Alex just shook his head at the antics of her sister and her warlock best friend knowing full well that those two would easily skip school to shop if they actually wanted to, it was all for show, both had nigh perfect grades as it happened.

"Come on Max, let's get you to class, we wouldn't want you to be late, Mother would kill me if you were." Leading his younger brother through the courtyard thronging with people, subtly dodging Sebastian Verlac, Jace's best friend and in his opinion worst influence, before he could approach his precious little brother. Another great adamas door kept the Academy even safer from any demons that may decide to re-enter their world, now-a-days they just kept the poor out, or so joked Jace.

Of all the things that made the Shadow World in the UK different from that of the USA and elsewhere was that here the Shadow World played openly with the Mundanes in the form of outrageous excess, endless social events and above all their closely guarded noble titles. Obviously, like any school Alicante Academy started with registration, but unlike all but a few schools, registration set the scene for the new hierarchy according to tradition and the new social ladder for the coming year.

"Quieten down! I am your new form tutor and am a new member of the English Department at Alicante. My name is Imogen Reute, I hope to see some of you in my A-Level English class this year. First of all, time for the register, and before any of you try and grill me, I do know about how to do a register here at Alicante, it is actually taught to us, but for both my and your ease, we are going to do name and then titles. Ok?"

"Michael Asherworth, Marquise of Cumberland, Earl of Southhaven"

"Yes," replied a bored looking blond Fae in the back row,

"Magnus Bane, Duke of Buckingham, Marquis of Sunderland"

"Most magnificently here!" sang Magnus. Several others sniggered at the colourful warlock who was busy looking in a mirror redoing his gold and silver spiked hair.

"Camille Belcourt, Comtesse de Provence, Vicomtesse Capet,"

"Here," drawled Camille from her middle seat, already surrounded by adoring friends and fans.

"Raphael Belcourt, Marques de Toledo, Conde de Salamanca"

"Bored but alive," said Raphael from his seat, his feet already up on his desk, swinging back on his chair and playing with his mobile phone.

"I wouldn't be quite so sure about the alive aspect if I were you my darling Raphael," whispered Magnus from his seat next to the pale Vampire. Sniggering at his friend's joke, Raphael looked round the room, of the twenty-one students there some 6 were Shadowhunters, 2 vampires (himself included), and one each of a Fae, a Warlock and a werewolf and four Mundanes. Why do they have to be here? Just a waste of space.

"Zachary Egelton,"

"Here,"

"Zoe Grantham,"

"Present,"

"Simon Lewis,"

"Present," said Simon as he looked through his bag for something.

"Alexander Lightwood, Marquis of Suffolk, Earl of Thetford,"

"It's Alec, not Alexander" sighed Alec, not even looking up from his book.

"Isabel Lightwood, Countess of Ormund, Viscountess Taggerton"

"Here, but Izzy is fine, thanks," Replied Izzy whilst stealing Magnus' mirror to redo her mascara

"Clary Morgenstern, it doesn't seem to have your title in here…"

"I don't have one, our father ditched his title when he became American by naturalisation," answered Clary, looking up from her sketching pad with a look of embarrassment.

"Jonathan Morgenstern, I guess like your sister that you thus have no title?"

"Correct, though not by my choice," his eyes flashing at his father's decisions years earlier that had cost him such an honour.

"Elizabeth Orasia,"

"Just Liz is fine." Replied a simple brunette to the left hand side of their class

"Maia Roberts, Countess of Newnham, Viscountess Severen"

"Here," Maia was busy playing on her phone.

"Sebastian Verlac, Count of Durham, Viscount Madingley"

"Jonathan-Christopher Wayland, Marquis of Dorset, Earl of Surrey,"

"I am called Jace," replied the blond Shadowhunter in an angry growl.

"Well that was painless wasn't it? This year I expect all of you to be present and on time to my classes and to do the work I set. I don't care what you say, or who your father is, in my class you will do the work and you are all equal. I don't tolerate bullies or slackers. Now time for Dickens."