The next day Clary woke up early determined to get things done. Disentangling herself from Simon, who had volunteered to stay the night, she made her way to the bathroom. After washing her face she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She was shocked at the women staring back at her, gently touching her hair, she realised she looked like Jocelyn, taller now with smooth clear skin, naturally read lips, complemented perfectly by her hair, which had darkened slightly, to an auburn red. The resemblance was startling, finally she felt tears, she had tried so hard for yesterday, sting the back of her eyes and she tried to blink them away. Tears were for yesterday she thought with finality, but regardless they started flowing. She sank to the ground sobbing freely.
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Getting out of the shower Clary ran downstairs, sitting in front of her two year old laptop she opened the lid and hit the on button, resting her head on the desk as she waited, 5 minutes later she heard the beep as it jumped to life. She pulled up Google chrome with she only downloaded to play angry birds, and Googled Magnus Bane her finger hovered over the enter button, what was her mother into? Biting her lip she hit enter, her hesitation proved unnecessary, the search only provided definitions for bane, and old batman references. She pulled out the phone book and finding a few Banes but no Magnus.
She cried out in frustration and felt a pair of arms snake around her, she hadn't even heard Simon come down stairs, he pulled her to a standing position her forehead resting perfectly on his chest. They were so close she could hear his steady heartbeat and feel his breath lightly graze the top of her head. She felt him take a big breath and looked up as he spoke to her. "What where you doing?"
"Trying to find Magnus Bane but I can't even find him on Facebook, yet alone the phone book" She had lifted up the book in question and thrust it at Simon as if he had been arguing with her. He clumsily caught it and flipped through to the page it had previously been open to.
"Well there's only like 5 Banes" without another word he sat down and began dialling.
"Thank you" she whispered and she wasn't sure he had even heard but a small smile grazed his lips.
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Clary had decided to take a walk while Simon called around looking for Magnus, it was nice to get out of the house. She stopped at the bagel place down the street, Jocelyn used to take her there, the thought of her mother made her thought tighten. She sat down in their usual both, by the window and watched the people go by. A women and a small child caught her eye, there was nothing particularly special about the women, average height, dressed down in jeans and a fake leather jacket, wearing running shoes, her dark hair pulled into a pony tail, but her attention immediately fell on the child, her eyes were entirely blue, with no pupils and as Clary watched closely the wings on the child's doll began to flutter, she shook her head as if to shake out the images.
After leaving the bagel shop she caught the L train to Luke's book store, her book store. The familiarity of the place hurt, the books "double parked", two rows on one shelf, the large brown bean bag chairs Luke had added to make the place "more fun", the mural Clary had painted, of a scene from her favourite book, Bitten by Kelly Armstrong, Luke had chuckled when he saw it calling it "ironic" under his breath, Clary hadn't seen the irony. But despite all that the store still felt strange, different, almost as if the books knew, Luke was gone.
After a quick look around Clary let herself into the apartment behind the store, and began cleaning, Luke's place was always a mess. Opening the closet in his study, the one room she was never allowed to enter, Clary almost jumped in surprize, Luke had hundreds of weapons some of them glowing. Cautiously she reached out to touch one, a strange cylinder with no apparent blade. She could feel power radiating from it but as she circled her fingers around it, pain shot up her arm, yelping she dropped the object.
Studying the objects from the mouth of the walk in closet, Clary saw a box marked Jocelyn, biting her lip she slowly walked in remembering the white hot pain the metal cylinder had caused her. She carried the box which was surprisingly light, to the living room and began shifting through it. It mostly consisted of old photographs, Clary had never seen before. Her Mother as a child with two boys about the same age, the first one was recognisability Luke but the second was a man Clary had never seen before, he had white hair and was staring at her Mother with a look of love, or as close as love gets at the age of 10. The strange man with the same white hair appeared in almost all the photos; in some of them they had what Clary could only assume to be temporary tattoos, but as she looked at the photos again their skin was bare.
The last photo tucked away in an envelope at the bottom of the box took Clary's breath away, It was Jocelyn in a golden gown her red hair spilling down her back in elegant ringlets, a huge smile gracing her lips, she stood with her arm out as the same white haired man drew on her with a silver looking pen. Under the envelope Clary found the pen, picking it up, she felt her artistic juices flow. Tucking the pen away in her pocket she closed the box and went home to see if Simon had tracked down Magnus.
So protective productive Simon, weapon owning Luke (what was really behind that plaid shit?) and young Jocelyn. Not to mention Clary's beginning to see things. Oh and Bitten is about werewolves btw just so you know. It's a really good book I suggest you read it! :)