Jessamine Lovelace

[Timeframe: Tales from the shadowhunter's Academy]

Jessamine was inside the London institute, roaming around as the ghost floats across the institute. She looks as three shadowhunters, who are obviously not from the London institute, marches in.

"Hey George!" Jessamine called out in the corridor in her usual high pitched voice, "someone's here to visit you."

Another ghost appears in front of her. George Lovelace. A distant relative of her. Though not really for he is a mundane.

"Simon." George mumbled.

Jessamine stared at the ghost and smiles, "I have just noticed it now, but youre so gorgeous. And being beautiful, sexy and appealing runs in the blood of Lovelaces."

"I am not a real Lovelace. I am not a Shadowhunter. You know that. I wish I was one."

"I am a Lovelace. I am Shadowhunter. But I wish I was a mundane." Jessamine stated. "You know, you're handsome and you're a mundane and you are absolutely my type."

George scowled in a ghostly manner, then he laughs, "You know, technically you are my distant great great great grandmother. And I'm sorry to tell you, we are both ghosts."

"I know I know. Shut up, Shadowhunters are coming. I want to show myself to them and you will come with me."