Chapter2

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Simon hung up on Clary who was apparently in 'deep trouble' with her boyfriend. Simon wondered how she had persuaded him. Not that it mattered any more, Jace was done and Simon had other people he needed to talk to.

"Did he say yes?" Simon looked up at Izzy's dark eyes and nodded, "I knew he'd say yes if Clary asked him."

Simon watched the dark haired girl as she inspected her golden whip that was coiled around her arm. They sat across from each other at Taki's, Isabelle with a milkshake in front of her, Simon hadn't ordered anything.

"Hey Izzy?" Despite Clary and Jorden's encouragement this whole thing felt like it wouldn't work. "Do you really think this a good idea?"

She took a long sip of her drink before smiling at him. "Sure I do! Now you just need a few more people and you're all good."

Simon was thinking, "We would need a manager and I've never been good at writing lyrics."

"I think I know who would make a great manager. As for the lyrics, you can't do much worse than your friend. What was his name…? Erin?" She narrowed her eyes in thought.

"Eric. And yeah, but who is good with words?" Isabelle shrugged as she stood.

"I don't know," She put some cash on the table and smiled at Simon, "but I'm sure you'll figure something out." Isabelle made her way over to Simon and kissed him quickly before grinning. "I'll see you later with everyone else. Okay?"

"Yeah," Simon frowned still thinking, "see you then."

Who was he going to get? Jace played the piano, Jorden could sing, Simon himself was on guitar and Clary had already agreed to design a logo. Something she was very excited about, going off about how she never got to draw anymore. But out of everyone there was no one he could think of that fit who could put words together and create something decent.

Sighing about his dilemma, Simon stood and pushed his chair in before walking out of the restaurant.

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"How dare you?!" The young man looked over to his friend and shook his head in exasperation, "They were your brethren, your brothers!" The dark haired boy yelled with in an over dramatic manner; waving his hands about and pacing back and forth along the water's edge. "Filthy, carnivorous, bloodthirsty little beasts!"

"Will," The young man's gaze shifted to the poor undeserving birds, "leave the ducks alone."

The boy spun on his heels to face his companion, his face full of fury and his blue eyes blazing. "Did they leave those pies alone Jem?" Will turned back to the water and glared at the ducks. He brought two fingers to his eyes then pointed at the confused birds, "I'm watching you."

Jem sighed. He knew central park probably wasn't the best place to come, but there had been a slight issue regarding a pixie who was feeding mundane children faerie food. Since they were already there Jem and Will decided it was their duty as shadowhunters to intervene, but it meant they had to inform the New York institute, something Jem hadn't thought they would be doing on a holiday to Tessa's old city. So far though, they had yet to deal with the issue because some poor innocent duck had the misfortune of crossing Will's vision.

"Will, we should deal with this pixie," Jem started.

"You're right." Will reached for his knife, "We don't want any children running around with antlers on their heads. I pity anyone who has experienced such a fate." Will gave the ducks one last cold stare before moving to follow his parabatai.