R&R, tell me what you hate. What you like. I'm in a creative writing class right now and I can't function without feedback :P

Jusssss sayin… Here's Chapter 7 though.

Charlotte and Henry were gone before Tessa or Will had opened their eyes.

Will awoke in his own room, hearing Jessamine running through the halls calling out for attention.

His door flung inward, and he sat up with a groan to see what she wanted.

"Charlotte and Henry left a note with instructions. They won't be back for at least a week," suddenly she lit up, good news to come, "But they are sending me to a castle in the countryside. Isn't that wonderful?"

Will let his head hit the pillow, resting an arm over his eyes. He was too tired to listen to her ranting.

"Oh, and you and Tessa are going to be here, alone. The staff are getting a week off too. Everyone's gone. But they needed someone to stay just in case," she mused, "therefore the two of you will have to do."

Pulling the blankets over his head, he pretended not to listen, but the gears in his head were beginning to turn. Alone with Tessa for an entire week; she'd have him murdered in his sleep.

"Goodbye William. I am very much going to enjoy this week without you in it."

He waited until her staccato footsteps ceased, and then clambered out of bed, on a mission to find this note.

Will stopped at Tessa's door, wondering if he should wake her to tell her the news, but decided against it. He hadn't left her room the night before until she'd fallen asleep cradled in his arms. He'd carried her to bed around two. She needed her rest.

He checked the library first, finding nothing went to the dining room. A scroll, rolled open, still wet with ink, sat held open on the table with a book on each end.

"We will be gone for at least a week, as will the others of the house…"

Skipping over a large section addressed to Jessie, he found his name and read.

"…We have received permission from the Clave to keep you in the institute until further notice. Will, you are a great shadowhunter, and we both know how much you care about Jem's well being, but Magnus has instructed us to leave you to watch over Tessa. We will be in contact upon any findings…"

He let the note flutter to the ground, flying from the room to the nearest door. Lightly, he pulled at the handle, and when it didn't budge, pried at it. Pulling his stele from his trousers he tried drawing runes that would unbind the door, but each time he was sent skidding backwards with a shock. He went to a window next, doing much the same.

Tessa strolled into the hall, laughing at Will's distraught. "What are you trying to do? Practice hurting yourself?"

Will smiled charmingly, glad to hear her laugh. "We're trapped actually, can't seem to find a way out."

"Trapped?"

Will yanked on the door in confirmation, "Trapped."

He made her breakfast, and for someone having never made a true meal before in his life, it smelt delicious. "This is amazing!" Tessa exclaimed, pointing with her fork to the mush on her plate.

A scramble of eggs, peppers, and goats cheese sat in a soft clump looking as unappetizing as eating paper. "Really?" he asked, eye brows raised, surprised, but he took a bite and satisfied with himself, took another.

Tessa gazed up at the boy after a bite and grinned, "This will be an interesting week Mr. Herondale."

He bowed, laughing, "Call me Will, I insist."