So sorry for the chapter messing up the other time! Sometimes Fanfiction just adds the code for some reason, and it's SO annoying...

Chapter 6 : The High Warlock of Brooklyn

"This is the High Warlock of Brooklyn's home?" Izzy scoffed, bemused, staring at the red brick warehouse the invitation had led them to. And it was no glamour. Jace rolled his eyes.

"What did you expect? A middle age castle with turrets and damsels in distress? Perhaps a footman to take your jacket, or a butler to give you some iced tea? Oh, wait, of course, an underwater palace with mermen?" Jace scoffed. Izzy stuck her lip out ever so slightly.

"I hate iced tea…" she muttered quietly under her breath, not having an appropriate comeback, to Jace's remark. Jace heard anyway and the corners of his lips tugged upwards, as he banged the brass knocker. The door creaked open and there stood an extremely glittery man, wearing a vibrant blue Armani suit and hair in blue shiny spikes. He had slit, yellow cat eyes. Warlock"s mark.

"Magnus Bane?" Izzy demanded. The warlock cocked his head.

"That is what some call me. And what do I owe the pleasure of being blessed by the presence of Nephilim?" Magnus said. Behind him, they could hear the loud beating of music, and masses of people, short, tall, thick, thin, green, purple, fluro pink.

"We're here for the party," Izzy announced boldly. Magnus creased his forehead.

"Invitation only I'm afraid," the warlock said and began closing the door, but Jace jammed his foot in the narrowing gap and shoved the crumpled invitation in through the space. Slowly the door opened again.

"I don't remember any Nephilim…but come on in…" Magnus said, standing aside to allow them. Grinning triumphantly for no apparent reason, Izzy stepped into the ruckus.

Clare was leaning against the silk drapery that was covering the walls and the roof, studying her chapped nails, head bowed, a drink in her hand that magnus insisted was only water. But she wasn't taking any risks. Her emerald eyes darted around the room, covered by her newly curled red hair. She had found out new things about the high warlock of Brooklyn. Pfft to all powerful warlock magic and blue sparks. That warlock could wield a curling iron like no tomorrow. She sipped her glass and glanced up at the bustling room dully, and glanced back at her nails, stifling a gaping yawn. Her head dipped lower and she began nodding off to sleep. Lowerlower… Until two hands with an iron grip clamped on her thin shoulders , and she jumped about ten metres into the air, her drink slopping down her new dress, stifling a shrill scream, and lucky to, for if she had she would have made the people within ten metres permanently lose their hearing. She spun around to let the attacker know what happens when you try surprise Clare Lightwood. But when she saw the attacker's face, her fist went slack, and her mouth hung open.

Clare POV

"What the heck? What are you doing here?" I spluttered, water soaking into my dress and tickling my skin. Damn, it was cold. Stupid adopted brother.

"Now, now, Clare, dear. Is that really how you greet family?" Jace reprimanded, shaking his head and tutted, mock sad.

"OH MY GOD, CLARY YOU LOOK SO PRETTY!" a high pitched scream came from behind her, and the people… sorry, Downworlders and others moved away from us, with looks of disgust. Hello, parabatai. Dear old Izzy tackled me from the behind, and I would have buckled under the weight, but hey, she's my parabatai. I was expecting it. I patted Izzy's arms affectionately and dragged her into a proper hug.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked as Izzy stepped out of the hug.

"Ahem, missy! You ask us why we are here! Where have you been for the past three days?" Izzy reprimanded. Jace just grinned cockily, that grin that always made her want to punch him in the face.

"First of all, Iz, it wasn't three days. It was technically one day, a half day, and

half a night. So, like, a day and three quarters," I said. Izzy threw her arms in the

air with exasperation. I sigh inwardly. No one cares for technicalities these days.

"Seriously though, what happened after Izzy abandoned you?" Jace piped up.

"She didn't abandon me…" I started, but Izzy interrupted me, grinning wickedly.

"Jace has been so desperately worried about you, you know," Izzy smirked, unable to resist a poke at Jace's annoyance. I rolled my eyes.

"Pfft. Yeah right," I scoffed. Jace rolled his eyes nonchalantly.

"In your own little paradise, little red," he scoffed

I swore there was a glint of annoyance…that was normal…and…guilt? I would've bet my best blade that there was a slight blush creeping onto his golden cheeks. I studied him closer. Well, looks like I just lost my best blade. No way in hell was Jace Wayland blushing. Probably just the cold.

"Seriously though what happened after I…went to gather reinforcements?" Izzy asked.

"Well…"

No Ones POV

"Oh. Okay. So your Valentine's daughter, a dude you have hated since you first heard of him since like three years ago, who basically caused hundreds of Downworlders and Shadowhunter's deaths, plus he basically brainwashed tons of Shadowhunters? And his wife - your mum - ran away from her husband - your dad - because of some reason. And then for some other reason…mum found you in an alleyway with a Behemoth Demon. Well that's totally normal," Izzy said. Clare cocked her head.

"Wow. You could have saved my like ten minutes," she said. Izzy gawked.

"You know, I heard somewhere that children usually get most of their genes from the paternal side…" Jace quipped, grinning wickedly when Izzy smacked his arm with a solid thunk.

"Oh, my god, how do you do it?"Izzy said. Clare stared.

"Do what?"

"Be so…casual about the fact your basically the kid of a psychopath. If you were me, I would be freaking out, shunning everything, screaming, whatever," Izzy said, brow furrowed Clare rolled her eyes. Yeah, been there done that. She thought. She opened her mouth to reply when she saw something that made her jaw go slack, and her eyes widen.

"Um, Clare?" she heard her parabatai's anxious voice in the back of her mind.

"Clare, what"s wrong? Clare? Clare?" Jace said desperately, placing a hand on her arm. Magnus was inviting another guest at the door. The was a lot of talk before the warlock dipped his head and stepped aside and a band of four boys entered the party. Not vampires or faeries or whatnot. Mundanes. But Clare's eyes sought only one. He had mousy brown hair, and looked as if he would be anywhere but there. It was that boy. The boy from the club, that she'd sought familiar.

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