A.N. Thank you for the reviews! Here is the next chapter
Clary was sitting in her room in the Institute, trying to draw this really pretty bird sitting on the window. She wanted to get down the outline and patterns before it flew away so she was going pretty quickly, her sketches slightly scribbled.
She smiled at the bird, glad it was being cooperative and not leaving. If it could just stay for a couple more minutes while she got the shape of its wings…
Of course, her concentration was ruined when Jace slammed her door open. "Hey Clary!" he said cheerfully.
To Clary's horror, the bird was startled by the loud sound and flew away. Clary groaned in irritation, and flung her sketchbook at Jace. "Thanks a lot!" she said angrily.
He looked confused. "What did I do?"
She sighed. "Nothing. Never mind. What has you in such a good mood?" she asked.
He smiled, and came and plopped down on the bed next to her. He opened his mouth to respond, but Clary cut him off. "Wait. Don't tell me. Did you get a new weapon of some sort?"
Jace laughed. "You know me so well."
Clary grinned. "I knew it!" She said, picking up her sketchbook again.
Jace took it from hey, earning him a "Hey!", and looked at the picture of the bird.
"Not to be mean, Clare, but this isn't your best work…" He said, looking down at the scribbled picture.
She laughed. "I know," she said bemusedly. "I just wanted to get the outline down so I…" Jace cut her off.
"Clary, your artist talk confuses me just as much as my weapons talk confuses you." He said, flipping through other pictures in her sketchbook.
She laughed, and he smiled, and they sat and talked like that for a while.
Sometimes it was the little moments.