So here's chapter 2... I promise things are going to get so much better from here on. I hope you like Clacd, because there's going to be a ton of it.
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Clary had spent the last half hour trying to find Headmistress Emberbeam's office. From the outside, the academy seemed like any old Idris Manor, but now Clary realized how big this place actually was. She had walked down corridor after corridor, and still couldn't find her way back to the main entrance. Out of instinct, she pulled out her phone and dialed Sebastian's number before she remember cell phones didn't work in Idris.
"Well this is going to be fun" she muttered to herself before stuffing her phone back into her pocket.
"Hey" a small girl with blonde hair and a wide smile approached Clary.
"Hey..." Clary forced rolling her eyes away.
"You must be Clary Morgenstern" the girl insisted still smiling, "my name's Emma. Emma Carstairs". Clary remained silent as she stared at Emma. It wasn't that she didn't like her, she was just too preppy and when Clary was clearly annoyed. "Emberbeam's quarters are just up the stairs, take a left and then go straight to the middle"
"Thanks" Clary said roughly and walked away.
Emma's directions were precise, and now she was back in the main entrance. This time she stared at the foyer from the top of the double stairs. Right in the middle dark wood double doors towers over her slim figure. They had intricate designs and soft golden detailing. This was clearly the headmistress' office, amd not just because it had her name on a plaque.
Clary stood there for a second considering her options. If I leave now, would anyone notice? Normally the answer would be no, but she was no longer dealing with her mother. This was the Clave, of course they'd notice. She lifted her fist slowly but willingly and knocked.
"Come in" a soft but stern voice spoke from the other side and with a deep breath she pushed the door open. "Oh, Clarissa" a tall woman with clear pale blue eyes and bright red lips said from behind her large desk, "I was expecting you 30 minutes ago".
"I got a little caught up" Clary shrugged and sat down.
"Can I ask what was it that kept you from being here on time?"
"It just took me a while to decide whether I should leave now or later" she gave her a fake smile and crossed her arms.
"Well, now that you made your decision" the woman, Headmistress Emberbeam, sighed. "I can't deny I've been waiting to meet you for some time now" she began, "I've heard a lot about you"
"I'd never heard about you until a few days ago" she responded greedily and Emberbeam grinned.
"I was told you had a bit of an attitude problem" Clary's shoulders fell forwards dismissing her intimidatingly confident posture and Emberbeam spoke, "I don't like to judge people based on other people's opinions, so this is your chance to change. Whatever you have done, it doesn't matter to me. This is your chance to show me who you really are".
Clary took a deep breath and stared right into Emberbeam's eyes. She couldn't believe this woman was telling her that she had to change. This was who she was, and nothing would change that. She was waiting for Clary to speak, but that wasn't going to happen. There was a long moment of silence, so silent you could have heard a pin drop. This was going to be torture.
"You wanted to see me?" A girl's voice came from the door behind Clary, but her eyes never left Emberbeam's.
"Yes Isabelle" Emberbeam said still staring at Clary before getting up. "I'm sorry about having to pull you out of training, but I'd like you to meet your new roommate". As soon as she heard the word roommate, Clary rolled her eyes and turned around. She'd never had to share a room before. "Clarissa this is Isabelle". Isabelle was not what Clary expecting. She was tall and slim with long brown hair and had training gear on. A crest hung around her neck, and Clary wondered what her family name was. Clary didn't have her crest anymore. "Isabelle this is Clarissa".
Isabelle's eyes widened slightly and her lips parted with a very soft gasp. "Clarissa" she frowned, " as in Clarissa..."
"Morgenstern?" Clary didn't let her finish, "yeah." Her tone was harsh and cold. Isabelle lowered her head realizing she had apparently touched a sensitive subject.
"Well I trust you to show Clarissa around and get her settled in" Emberbeam spoke to Isabelle and she nodded. "It was nice to meet you Clarissa"
"Which I could say the same thing" Clary said nice a clearly as she followed Isabelle out of the room.
They walked all the way to their room in silence. Isabelle didn't know what to say, and Clary didn't want to talk at all. It wasn't after they were finally in the room that Isabelle finally decided to break the silence.
"So Clarissa" she began nervously.
"Clary" she burst out unexpectedly, "don't call me Clarissa"
"Well then Clary" she took in a deep breath and sat on her bed as Clary looked around the room, "what brings you to the academy?"
"I just decided New York City was too boring, and I wanted to live in the middle of nowhere in Idris" she said sarcastically, but Isabelle didn't react. She turned around and looked at her confused, did she really believe her. "I got in trouble and the council decided to send me here".
"Wow" Isabelle wasn't sure what to think of Clary, "what you do?"
"I don't even remember" she shook her head, "but they had been wanting to send me here for a while now, so when I almost got killed by a Dahak demon they found their reason"
"So you actually fought a demon" Isabelle's said amazed. Clary sometimed forgot that other Shadowhunters her age hadn't faced real demons yet. She on the other hand, had already faced 3. The Dahak, one in a club, and the one from the night her father... She quickly made the thought go away. "What's it like?"
In that same moment someone knocked on th door, saving Clary from having to answer that question. Isabelle jumped up perkily and opened the door.
"Hey" she said smiling and a tall figure appeared on the other side.
"Hey Izzy" he said smiling, "are you ready for dinner?"
"Yeah" she motioned Clary to come. "this is my new roommate, Claris-" she stopped and corrected herself, "Clary".
"Nice to meet you" he held his hand out, "I'm Alec Lightwood, Isabelle's brother". Their faces where so similar, but they had very evident differences like the color of their eyes. Alec had the same necklace with the crest as Isabelle did, The Lightwood crest Clary now realized. "So, dinner?"
They all made their way down the hall and through the maze like corridors, until eventually they found themselves in the dinning room. It was filled with Shadowhunters from ages 10 to 18. Most of them wore regular clothes and some still wore training gear. She looked around the room analyzing it. It was a bit of a habit of hers to always find useful weapons, possible threats and a way out every time she entered a new room. She continued to follow Alec and Isabelle through the room until they both sat down at a table on the far left corner. The first thing she noticed was the small blonde girl sitting a couple of tables away, Emma. Emma noticed Clary too and gave her a sweet smile before Clary turned to look at Isabelle who was calling her name.
"Clary..." Isabelle urged, "you spaced out".
"Yeah sorry" she shook her head, "what'd you say?". She sat down besides Isabelle.
"This is Jace" she motioned to the other side of the table. As soon as she looked up she recognized his eyes. Golden eyes. His golden eyes. This was the same boy who had knocked her down earlier. "Jace Herondale". "Jace, this is Clary"
"Oh we've met" he grinned crossing his arms. Now that she could actually get a good look at him, she realized he was actually pretty good looking. It wasn't just his eyes, but his blonde hair, toned muscles and perfectly proportioned features made him quite the catch.
"He ran into me when I got here" she turned to Jace, "literally"
"Oh" he looks at her with a perfect smile, "sorry about that, by the way".
She stared at him for a few seconds. There was something about him she didn't quite understand. He wore training gear, but he wasn't sweating or tired. He wore two crest necklaces, she knew the Lightwood crest but the other one she didn't recognize. And, he didn't, or couldn't, take his eyes if her.
"No big deal" she smiled back and reached for a some of the food that was placed in the middle of the table.