A/N: Thanks again, to Mahathi (hugatree9848) and Tegan (Madame-Bovary-was-framed) for reading over and helping me out with the story.

Disclaimer: One thing I've learned in life is those wish forwards never work. I always wish the same exact thing, but that never winds up happening. I still don't own TMI.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - JPOV

"What's with the tweens?" I asked incredulously as Clary, Alec, Isabelle, and I left the two girls in the infirmary. Yea, girls had always been into me, but they rarely ever fainted. Well, except for Clary, and that was because of the demon that attacked her. "And they were mundanes, by the looks of them."

Alec looked just as bewildered as I felt when he answered, "I don't know. They just came in and started shouting things at us. Things they shouldn't know. Like," he quickly added before a sarcastic comment could leave my lips, "that Magnus and I are together."

I thought about this until we reached the kitchen. Everyone had sat down by the time I let them know, "Well, there's only one explanation as far as I can see." When everyone looked up at me, I smirked. "Their father has had their sight erased since they were little, but now their father is in a magical sleep and their sight is coming back. The two of them are also the daughters of the long-feared 'Easter'. Easter's army, the 'Square' is coming after us all right now. The girls will think themselves long lost sisters of Simon before eventually figuring out that that is not true." None of their expressions were amused. Everybody's a critique.

"Come one, Jace. This is serious. Not only do two mundanes see us, but they seem to know all about us too! We have to tell Mom and Dad so that they can find out how they know this information!"

"You always did seem like a teacher's pet, Alec. The girls are only what, twelve? Nothing to get your parents out of Idris for. Let's talk to them, find out some info. They do seem rather fond of us."

The Institute's kitchen was totally silent for a moment before Isabelle chirped in, "I think Jace has a point." I grin triumphantly as Alec glared at his sister. "It couldn't hurt to ask them a couple of questions, they're only kids. We can handle them."

Alec sighed, defeated. But he wasn't particularly grumpy; he was accustomed to being outnumbered. He lived with me and Izzy too long not to be used to it.

"I hope they wake up soon." Clary joined the conversation for the first time. "I want to find out who they are and why they are so interested in you, Jace." Clary was so cute when she was jealous—like I would ever be interested in anyone other than Clary, my angel.

Just five minutes later, we heard a loud crash come from the hallway. I was only half-aware that Alec volunteered to check on it, I was too occupied with my thoughts of Clary.

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These girls are insane. I heard giggles and shuffling from Izzy's bedroom and was immediately terrified for the two mundanes. My sister did not forgive easily.

I burst into the room, trying to spare the room any more damage. I found the girls standing by Isabelle's sideways make up dresser. When they saw me though, it was like before.

Plenty of comments on plenty of things they should not know.

Finally, they remembered the knocked over furniture. "Um… Oops?" offered the taller, brunette girl.

A pang of sympathy ran through me. I had once knocked down some of Izzy's makeup. Let's just say that I didn't go on any demon hunts for a few months after that.

"You girls are so dead. You seem to know all about us, why didn't you know not to mess around with Izzy's stuff?" I wasn't that angry, and it was a rhetorical question, but the shorter girl, the one with the black hair, still answered me, somehow timidly and giggling at the same time.

"Well, we didn't mean to wind up in this room. No matter how well we know the Institute, we don't have a floor plan."

"What were you doing then?"

"Looking for Jace's room." The answer came simultaneously, all nervousness gone, replace by more, yes more, giggling.

Of course. They were even more obsessed with Jace then I used to be, and they were stupid enough to show it. Crazy, giggling mundies.

"Alright, girls, we're having a meeting in the kitchen, you should come." I quickly picked up the dresser and put as much makeup as I could in the right places. It looked nothing like it should. Oh well. "What're your names?" They seemed to know all about us, but we didn't even know something as simple as their names.

"She's Ashley." Said the shorter one, pointing.

"And she's Mahathi." Mahathi? What are mundanes naming their kids these days? I couldn't even pronounce that. I didn't think Shadowhunters were that out of touch with the mundies.

Seeing my puzzled face, the girl with the unpronounceable name grinned understandingly. "No one ever knows how to say my name. My family even says it different ways. But most people say it Ma—ha—thee." Okay, we weren't that distant.

I nodded, bringing on a whole new giggle fit. How will these girls help us at all in this meeting? They couldn't speak without having a giggling fit. Hopefully we could drag some sense out of them. Otherwise figuring out what was happening would be a whole lot harder.

When we reached the kitchen, I took the same seat as before while Ashley and Mahathi just stood at the doorway. For a second, I was afraid they were going to faint again. Thankfully though, they stayed conscious and kept their mouths shut, even if they were staring back and forth between each other and Jace, their eyes telling their own, secret language.

"Our very own sleeping beauties," Jace said with a smirk. The girls giggled to each other something that sounded like "Used that line already", but Jace continued on. "I hope Alec didn't kiss you awake because then you would have Magnus to answer to." Not that I would, anyway.

Lady Luck must not have been too happy with us. That 99% chance that some sane mundies find out about us, instead of these ridiculous tweens seemed to have passed us by. Jace talking to the girls directly was too much. The two of them exploded into a bunch of seemingly meaningless sentences, but already, I knew better. It was our life stories. Again.

Fortunately, Clary decided to step in, "Maybe we should talk to them just a couple of us at a time. They seem slightly overwhelmed." Slightly?

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