Chapter three and I hope you all like it! :)


"So where do we start?" Clary had followed Isabelle as she'd shimmied down the drainpipe and exited the Lightwood residence through the back garden.
Izzy rummaged through her pocket and emerged with a crumpled flyer. "This is the party we crashed last night, I found it under my bed while you were taking up my shower time."
She handed it over and Clary scanned it, "Some frat guy had a loft party? Doesn't sound like it would normally be on our radar."
"That's why I thought, but look on the back."
In a black marker pen someone had scrawled the address of another residence on the street of the party advertised on the flyer with an extra added note underneath detailing that they were only admitted without a plus one, "I'm getting a flashback of a boy with green hair and too many buckles on his jacket," Clary said.
"Yep, he invited us as we left the restaurant. We got handed this flyer by some frat boys and he chased them off and said we could make an appearance at this exclusive thrash he wouldn't shut up about."
"You're fairly clear on the details."
"I hadn't had a bottle of red wine over dinner, not including the pre-dinner cocktails."
"Okay so this is where we start," Clary said, ignoring her, "What's the plan, we just show up at this place and hope they let us in to search for clues like we're part of the fucking Mystery Inc gang?"
"Maybe if you were in a nice tight Daphne costume… it'd go real nice with your hair."
Clary shoved her arm hard, "That would make you Velma, I'm not sure you can pull off intelligent. This plan of yours certainly stinks."
"We're going to break in," Isabelle said decidedly. "If of course our obvious charms don't do the trick of letting us flirt our way in the door."
Clary shook her head, the strange feeling still in her stomach. "I gotta bad feeling Lightwood, you might want to prepare yourself for a shit storm, especially if the cops catch us."
"I'm in my running heels."
She hitched her backpack higher and wished she'd brought more than one hipflask. "If this party was so hard for us to get into you really think that Max would have managed it?"
"I just don't know Clary, some of the people we've come across on our nights out would probably find it amusing to let an innocent little kid into a crazy party just to see what happened. God what if they drugged him?"
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Come on it'll take forever to walk, let's grab a cab."
"I'm starting to get your weird feeling Fray, it's contagious."
"Let's hope it's the worst thing you've caught this weekend."
They rode the rest of the cab ride in silence until it pulled up at the address on the back of the flyer, "Well," Isabelle said, "Now is our chance to find out."

"It looks like a crack den," Clary said, wrinkling her nose.
"It probably looks much better when we're less sober," Isabelle retorted, pressing the buzzer a third time. "It doesn't look like anyone is home."
Clary shoved her hands in her pockets and shifted her weight between her feet, it was cold in the evening air. "How much exactly do you remember from last night?"
Isabelle shrugged, "It wasn't the kind of weekend we normally partake in. It was all a blur of colours and weird little drinks in tiny bottles and pills."
"I can barely remember anything from the moment we arrived and I don't remember leaving," Clary admitted. "I have a memory of standing in front of a make shift bar, staring in this massive mirror and thinking I could see a rabbit-" Isabelle scoffed, "Hey I was fucked up and so were you! But after that it's nothing, nothing at all just blankness."
"You're right Fray you were fucked up."
"Well so is this idea- no one is in so stop ringing the freakin' buzzer my head is killing me!" She grabbed the other girl's wrist. "I'm not saying give up," she added when Isabelle glowered at her, "I'm saying there's got to be a better way."
She sighed, "Well then, we're going to have to get creative."
"I hate it when you say things like that."
From her hair Isabelle removed a pin and started to fiddle with the lock on the door, Clary sighed but made not move to stop her. The lock clicked and Isabelle shouldered open the door, pulling on her leather gloves, "How many times have you done this?"
"There are so many things you don't want to know about me Clarissa."
They ascended the stairs which were covered in layers of grime and emerged in an open, empty and deserted loft. The floorboards were stripped clear and the windows blacked out with smears of paint and soot. "Well this is… depressing."
"What exactly were you expecting?"
"Something a little less… bare?"
Isabelle started rifling through a dump of rags and rubbish that had been piled like a bonfire in the corner while Clary swept the rest of the loft, "I don't think there's anything here Izzy."
A massive woven sheet was covering what looked like a painting that was leaning against the back wall. Curious, Clary reached out and pulled, revealing an elegant and ornate mirror with an amazing golden frame. It was almost the height of the loft and several arms lengths wider than her. Mesmerised Clary stared in the reflective surface, seeing past her own image… something else was there. She glanced over her shoulder but the room behind her was empty. "Hey Isabelle… I think, I think I've found something."
Her friend appeared at her shoulder, "This thing is fucking massive, but unless your telling me Max is hiding behind it…"
"Look closer," Clary said, leaning forward. Isabelle grabbed her wrist with an impatient noise. "I think- I can see… something…" Her free hand made contact with the cool surface and it swirled beneath her fingers the images that had been faint before suddenly became much sharper.
"What the fuck?!" Isabelle exclaimed and the two of them were jolted forwards, disappearing from the dark loft and falling into something beyond their world.