Hey again guys :)

I have another chapter for your enjoyment, however it seems to be a bit more of a filler I'm sorry! But it's necessary. I felt I needed to show Clary's relationship with all the other Institute tutees, but I also needed to include something from outside of the Institute. So here we go.

Please help me out with some reviews? -pulls pleading face- I'm ready for the bad and the good, as I want to improve so please go ahead and tell me what you think!

It should be obvious - but I do not own any of the works of Cassandra Clare. The characters, places, and races mentioned within this fiction, are all her work.

Yes, Clarissa had grown up amongst the race that Shadowhunters call 'Mundane', and she was considered one of them within New York, but she had a feeling that the only reason people hadn't come looking for her, was because they probably thought her to be missing or even worse, dead. So how could she go strolling through the streets, without causing mayhem? It was obvious that she would need to use a glamour, and it was not a rune she had yet tried, she didn't even have her own stele, so she was at a loss of what to do... Maybe for now, she'll simply use disguise to get around. But first she would need a simple test, Luke. Surely, he would still have to be working? He would have been the only one left to mourn for her and her mother, to answer the questions police had; and sure enough, he could now answer the questions she had.

Now, the next problem Clarissa had, was that she didn't have many clothes at the Institute, and none of them were disguise worthy. There had to be some kind of lost and found within these many walls, and she was going to find it. Clarissa had come accustomed to getting around the place causing as little sound as she humanly could, she was at a disadvantage to everyone who could rune themselves at their own leisure, so had to use caution and sense to get past her tormentors. Of course, it's not like she had never been runed.

On the night of her mother's death, Luke had pulled her into a cab, supporting her heavily, as her injuries left her vision blurred and limbs pulsing. At one point she was certain she could see a treacle like substance oozing from the marks along her arm, and that Luke had been urging her to stay with him, but now it seemed far too surreal for her to be confident in what had been real, and what had been shock induced. There couldn't have really been a Ravener demon in her mundane home, could there? In her memories, she could see herself fending the beast off with whatever she could grab, which turned out to be a chair and kitchen knife, swiping at it whenever it got to close to her, however as she was herding it into her room, Luke ran into the room pushing the remainder of the door in with him, distracting Clarissa long enough to let the Ravener sink it's many teeth into the soft tissues of her arm, at which point it dislodged it's fangs as she had stabbed it and threw it behind the locked door of her bedroom. Luke had cursed heavily, urging her to leave, insisting that a Hospital wouldn't help, she needed different help, the help of her people, and that she couldn't stay with him. She was runed for the first time, at the brink of death within the vestibule of the Institute, with an Iratze that took her consciousness with it's pain. When she woke several days after the events of that night, she had another rune, Voyance, stark against the pale skin of her right hand.

Since then, she'd only seen runes on other Shadowhunters and within the Gray book, she only used them when sketching and practising with her 'practice stele', unable to get her own Adamas tool. However whilst looking at these marks, she also got the niggling feeling that she remembered seeing certain ones somewhere within her childhood. It still confused her, she felt like she could remember seeing certain things throughout her younger years, and yet her memories were all fuzzy. Clarissa could pinpoint no real elements of the Shadow world within her childhood, almost as if there was something blocking her from recalling such things, but it was no longer blocking them completely, and the edges of her memory blurred. This was obviously something she would have to ask Hodge about, as it might lead to developing an explanation of why her mother was dead. But now, she needed to focus on getting her break from here. She continued on her way, edging past the kitchen, after having checked the rooms around the training room, greenhouse and library.

"Have you seen little red these days...? Hahaha, she's got little spindly muscles now! How proud do you think she is? Hahaha" She heard Aline's distinctive tones, flowing out of the room in which her tormentors loved to occupy, along with their herd-like laughter, irking her greatly. Crud, how had she not thought of the fact that the others might actually notice. Plus it was hurtful to think that they could laugh at all of her efforts so easily, they would have been like her in the past, as all people had to start somewhere. "Pschh. Mundanes shouldn't try so hard to fit in, they will never match up to us." Came Alec's sombre tones. She was astounded at how pigheaded they could be. Yes, she'd grown up amongst the Mundanes, but she was still all Shadowhunter, if not a better version, as she didn't see herself as something so above another race. They were going to see. She was going to become the best she could be, and take them all on, at their own jobs. Then she will be the one laughing. Clarissa couldn't allow this onslaught to delay her plans though, so pushed on past.

She checked within the confines of all the rooms lining the corridor, and then just as she started to doubt the plan she had formulated, she came upon a crumpled cardboard box inside a cramped cupboard, in which she found a varied amount of junk – Clarissa couldn't formulate a logical explanation for where these lost items came from, but took joy in having found them. She picked out a scarf and some ridiculous sunglasses, glad that the autumn weather allowed for such apparel to go unnoticed within the city, with it's chilly winds and dazzling sunlight. However, she felt this would not be a successful disguise without a coat, and maybe even a hat, so got to thinking of where to find these items, when it suddenly struck her that the other residents of the Institute were nonchalant about where they left their jackets, so knew she'd find something to borrow around the bottom of the lift Shadowhunters used to get in and out of the building.

When Clarissa came upon the clothing left in piles along the benches lining the walls of the corridor, she huffed. This plan had taken a lot longer to carry out then she had anticipated, and she now had to sort through these. The day was slipping past her. Making an exec decision Clarissa decided to pull anything out from under a random pile, and hope for the best; the first time she tried she produced a woolly hat that smelt musty – she tried to imagine who it belonged to but failed miserably, the second time she came across a holey parka and shrugged it on to her small frame. It smothered her, but she felt that worked all the better. She took it off again to allow herself to tame her red locks under the scarf, before replacing the jacket and applying her hat and glasses, feeling confident with her work before running out of the door. The sweeping winds rushed to meet her, as her feet landed on the paving stones leading towards the Institute's gates and her heart thumped against her ribs with excitement and the feeling of freedom.

After hailing a cab and getting out within the streets of Manhattan, she had often haunted as a youth, Clarissa's feet took off, of their own accord taking her towards her destination, through muscle memory alone. She felt conflicted about what she was doing, this could be risky, she was only in a disguise that could be easily uncovered, she wouldn't be able to give any real answers to anyone who recognised her, and Clarissa had no idea what anyone had been told – so Luke could get in serious trouble here. But she had to see him, even if that was all she got to do. She missed him dearly, and wondered how he'd been. Clarissa knew Luke had loved her mother deeply, and for some unknown reason, he had kept his feelings from Jocelyn and they'd never gone past being close friends; and now her mother was gone from this world. He must be in ruins. She stopped in her tracks, realising that she had no real plan for this trip, and yet here she was already a few mere steps from the man she'd considered her father. Her heart was once again thumping against her ribs, but now it was with apprehension, longing and worry.

What is going to happen now...?

Author's Question: has anyone else read the Iron Trial yet? Ohgosh ! Brilliant read - so compelling I finished it in two nights, meep!