Hello guys,

I've recently just moved and I've been getting used to life in my new town. As such here's a bit of a shorter chapter that I've written on my phone, so please excuse any errors!

I will try to continue writing like this and maybe I can try to update more frequently this way, it's just a bit harder to review my efforts lol

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See you soon.

You're a danger to us all.

The last few things Clary remembered were the seething rage and agitation she felt towards her aggressor, the panic she felt for her friend, and the pain searing into the back of her arm as she was restrained in the dark alleyway they all found themselves in. Clary knew she had put in a good amount of effort to knock out Jace, she had so badly wanted to get Simon away from the Shadowhunter, who so obviously followed her, that she had to. But now she had no knowledge, of how she had ended up here, in the Institute's infirmary, or where her beloved Simon was now. The panic she so clearly remembered before waking up in the uncomfortable bed she lay in, plagued her once again, forcing her to finally push herself into a seated position, where she came face to face with a very angered Hodge.

"Clarissa... I know you have only just gained awareness for the world we both live in... But I also thought you had intelligence. In our tutoring sessions, have I not, taught you that Mundanes cannot, in any case, be informed of the wars we wage to protect us all from the harm Demons wish to deal our world? Pray tell child, what did you aim to gain from involving this, inadequated Mundane, in your new life?" Hodge's eyes bore into her own, as she sat with her brain whirring to find an answer. However telling the truth seemed like the best option.

"Hodge... I.. I didn't leave the Institute yesterday with the intention of telling my best friend the truth of this world. It just happened... You know I was brought here the night I was attacked, and I was looking to make contact with that Mundane, not Simon. I don't know why, I thought it would be okay - going out amongst the Mundane, amongst my people, after all of the time I've been hidden away I just wanted to see him! But then he wasn't home and the questions I wanted answers for were still screaming within me. I went to the remnants of my home, Hodge... I've seen that my Mom's body has been moved, did you do something to her? Has she been buried? Why wasn't I allowed to go to her funeral?! Why was I followed?!" An angry sob wracked through her causing her pain at the back of her throat, as she fought to breathe calmly. All emotion that had been pushed to the back of her mind, when confronted by her best friend, was now forcing their way out and were now mixed together with the panic rising within her at the thought of what she had done to Simon, or what they could be doing to him; and the anger of being followed. Each heartbeat passed with pain and she was biting back her tears, waiting for an answer. Hodge's expression gave her no relief.

"...Clarissa. I don't know what to say... If your Mother's body has been moved, it had nothing to do with myself or the Institute... Unfortunately that may be another question for your mystery Mundane, who already knows too much about our world. But this Simon child? You were silly to tell him anything, even more senseless to have even been discovered in the first place, were you not Runed? My word Clarissa you are a danger to us all - and yet you were so promising!" Hodge finally changed from the angered tutor to his usual exasperated self. But they were both interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

Isabel Lightwood stood at the doorway to the Infirmary giving Clary judgemental glances as she came to report on Simon. He had been taken to a different part of the Infirmary and was treated for his slight concussion with the herbs and ointments they had to hand, but they needed Hodge's expertise as their limited knowledge of healing without the use of Runes had come to an end. With one last hateful glare at Clary, Isabel left to continue watching Simon. They were holding him here until they could decide what to do with him, knowledge that caused Clary much dismay.

"Clarissa... This conversation isn't over, but I need you to consider what you have done. You haven't only put your own life at risk with this act, but your friends' as well. You should know better... But don't think this gets you out of your lessons, I still expect you to be joining the others in their training by tomorrow at the latest. As you learnt last night you still have a way to go so prepare yourself. Put the questions of your old life to the back of your mind... You have a purpose now." With the last syllable Hodge was exiting the room ready to see to Simon's care, and Clary was left alone with her thoughts from yesterday and her tears fell freely now.