The constant pounding at the door drew Will away from his dream, his eyes opening slowly as his muscles screamed out in discomfort. He had fallen asleep by the main door in a relatively comfortable armchair, he could only remember going out and walking along the streets, hopping from pub to pb before coming back to the institute. He stretched and got up, curiosity building as he noticed that it was barely 6 in the morning and that the person behind the door sounded very desperate. Just as he reached the door the person outside must have finally noticed the doorbell and the shrill sound made Will cringe. Will put on his signature smirk before throwing the door open, and then he stared in shock at the person behind the door. He must still be dreaming for the person in front of him was actually Will himself, same brilliant blue eyes, sharp cheekbones, tousled hair, and identical height. They both stood there, Will's reflection blushing and shuffling around, making his discomfort clear.
" What did I consume last night ?" Will wondered aloud and was rewarded with a frown from his reflection, "Of course you wouldn't know, your simply a fathom of my imagination."
Just as Will said this Sophie rushed out from the servants wing, a night robe wrapped around her and her hair softly bouncing in the air as she newared Will.
" That's a first, never before have I dreamed of you." Will mused out loud bringing Sophie to a stop her face pulling up to form a scowl. She turned from him, ready to greet their guest when she noticed who it was. A gasp escaped her mouth before she stepped back, as if afraid the reflection would reach out and touch her. Before Will could once again question the logic behind this particular dream Charlotte marched in to the room, followed by a very disgruntled looking Henry who was playing with a match as he walked .
"Where are your manners, both of you ." Charlotte chastised them putting one hand on her waist, the perfect picture of a disappointed mother. She moved closer to the door an easy smile across her lips, but she froze as soon as she neared the door and saw Will's reflection. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Tessa walked gingerly into the room, her eyes shining behind her eyelashes. Will stared at her, mesmerized by her beauty, the way her hair floated around her head and her hand grasped her clockwork angel. They were all quiet everyone looking at Will's reflection except Will, who was still looking at Tessa. It was while he looked at her and as Charlotte was starting to speak that Henry caught fire. Their response was immediate, Tessa and Charlotte jumped forward and tried to pat down the fire, while Sophie picked up a flower base and threw its contents at Henry, Will was busy laughing and his reflection look mortified as he watched the spectacle. Suddenly Jem ran into the room, his cane split in two a seraph blade extending from one end, in complete shadowhunter mode. Will couldn't help laughing harder and decided that this was the most bizarre dream he had ever had, perhaps even the most creative. His reflection seemed to agree on the bizarre part as it started to slowly edge away from the door, his eyes locked on Jem who still had his blade drawn.
"Enough !" Charlotte rarely raised her voice but when she did, people listened. Everyone stopped talking and they all turned once again to Will's reflection, who was halfway out of view at this point.
"I cannot express how completely mortified I am at our behavior, and I beg for your understanding. We were not expecting anyone at this late, or rather early time of day, and therefore we were noticeably unprepared. However if you would like to come in, we would be pleased to host you. "
Charlotte gave Will's reflection a smile, but Will could tell that underneath the pleasantries Charlotte was worried. The clave already looked down on her leadership, a negative scandal involving her treatment of shadowhunter guest could cause her serious harm. This thought made Will sober up some and he stood straight, making his eyes cold as he looked at his reflection.
" I'm sorry for coming by without letting you know in advance. Yet there is no other place for us to go at the moment so I am requesting shelter as well as food for me and the rest of my group. " The voice from the shadowhunter finally snapped Will out of his imagination and he realized for the first time that night that this was not a dream and that the shadowhunter in front of him was in fact not his reflection.
"You said that the remainder of your team would also be needing shelter, are they nearby ?" Jem had finally returned his split cane into a whole one and he leaned casually against it as his eyes bore into the man at the door.
"Before that, you need to guarantee that all of my companions will be respected, and safe while we stay at the institute." Charlotte immediately agreed to this and from the shadows 3 no 4 figures took shape. A tiny shadowhunter with wild red hair, a golden boy next to her and a stunning black hair shadowhunter, behind them was a skinny boy, his hair falling across his head. It was obvious from their positions that they were trying to protect the middle boy, something that bewildered Will especially since the women were scantily dressed. Will's look a like stepped forward again and the golden boy stepped up next to him.
"We are from the New York Institute. My name is Alexander Lightwood and this are my siblings Jace and Issabel. They are Clary Fray and Simon Lewis. " As he said this the two women and the boy stepped forward, and Will finally realized that Simon was a vampire.