"I want to go home," I stated firmly outside the library. "I at least want to have some of my own things, I mean. And I want to see what's left."
Jace sighed.
"I suppose. But I'm going with you, and your sister needs to stay here, Just in case."
"Deal."

I didn't have a steele, and Jace didn't want to bother with a glamour, so we spent the entire subway ride being stared at by random little girls. Even though I say we I actually mean Jace; however I must admit that I myself couldn't help but stare.
The apartment complex was completely unscathed. It was as if nothing had ever happened... But that was the shadow world for you.
Using my power to open the door or breaking it down would ruin any wards, if they were up. Luckily, I had a key.
Inside was even more surprising than the exterior. Whatever I'd been expecting, it wasn't emptiness.
"Who could've done this?" I asked aloud.
"There doesn't seem to be any demonic activity..." Jace muttered, examining his sensor.
I abandoned Jace and went back to my room. It was just as messy as I'd left it. Clary's green backpack was under my bed; I snatched up whatever clothing I could and crammed it in.
"So... how'd you wind up here?" Jace asked nonchalantly.
"Excuse me?"
"I mean... you said your father was a warlock, and your mother was one of us. Yet... you end up with more power than I can imagine? And you're living with full out Shadowhunters."
I turned around and leaned against the bed.
"To be honest... I was small. Most of its-"
I was cut off by a thud.
"What was that?" I whispered, jumping to my feet. I darted out to the hall, Jace hot on my heels.
Something hulking, human shaped, was blocking the way. The atmosphere smelled of decaying flesh.
"Forsaken..." was the only thing either of us were able to mutter before it sprung into action.
"Incendiu!" I hissed, clapping my hands together. As they parted, a spray of blue
fire shot directly at the forsaken worrier. Clearly taken off guard, Jace leaped to the side. The warrior was reduced to a pile of foul smelling ashes.
"Let's get out of here, " I panted, "Before more come."
No matter how many I'd killed in my life, I'd never be comfortable with killing a human. By the look on his face, I could tell Jace felt the same.
A slow sarcastic applause broke out behind us.
"I always knew you were different, Jamie," a woman's voice came. It was Madame Dorthea, our "psychic" neighbor.
"We don't have time for this!" I exclaimed exasperated, "Fi plecat de aici!"
Dorthea's eyes began to droop.
"I'm feeling a bit... faint," she whispered.
"Somn ... uita ... suntem, dar fantome," I chanted.
She returned to her chamber and did as I comanded.

Jace seemed rather mesmerized the whole trip back to the Institute. Well, more like, deeply lost in thought.
"Cavaler umbra, vorbesc!" I said, fed up with the silence.
He groaned, "I'm so hungry! I hope Isabelle isn't trying any exotic recipes, I want something edible for once!"
I stopped mid stride.
"That's what you're in a funk about?"
"Yes!" he groaned.
"You Shadowhunters are unbelievable."

Jace
As true as that was, hunger wasn't the only thing on my mind. It'd taken alot to get around that spell, to control it myself, instead of her. She was indeed special, confident in herself and her abilities. She was brave for flaunting her identity like that...
In all reality, Jamie herself had me in a fog.
I had truly met my match.

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1. I'm sorry for the staggering updates. I'm doing the best I can:)
2. The spells are in Romanian, in case you wanted to know, not gibberish. Look them up on google translate if ya wanna;)
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