PLEASE READ THIS SO THAT THERE WON'T BE ANY CONFUSION:
1. Only Hodge and Clary know who was Clary's real father. Everybody else just knows that her father died and that her father was Hodge's friend. They will also think that Clary's last name is Wayland. Clary herself wanted it that way, don't ask why. But they will know that Jace is a Herondale. Because Valentine raised Clary, he continued calling her Clarissa, but he changed her middle name. And because Valentine has this ridiculous habit of naming everyone Jonathan, he chose one of the female versions of Jonathan, which I think could be Joanna.
2. CLARY will have white hair, just like Valentine and Jonathan. There are reasons why. First, it will be harder for Jocelyn to recognize her. Another is that I haven't read any of the fanfics with Clary having the same color as the Morgensterns. And I like to be original. Plus, Jonathan was the broken one in the books, he had white hair, and now Clary's the broken one. The situations are reversed because Clary was the one raised by her father so yeah.. But Jonathan's hair will be the same.
Sorry for bothering you, just had to clear that up.
After Magnus said goodbye, Alec led me inside the Institute, but first, he had to open these massive doors. We stepped inside and then after a while, he lead me down some halls. He switched on the lights and continued to walk for a little while, and I was right behind him. The walls were painted beautifully and every now and then you could see paintings hanging on the walls. One in particular caught my eye and I stopped in front of it. Whoever painted this painting had a very good technique. It was so similar to mine, although I have no idea how.
An angel raised up from the lake, with a cup and a sword in each one of his hands. He was glowing and he was so magnificent, glorious.
"You like it?" Alec asked me. I nodded, without looking at him. There was a sudden urge to touch the painting, but I didn't.
"Do you paint?" I didn't want to answer it at first, because I have this habit of shutting people out of my life, but it was a harmless question.
"I sketch more often and maybe, if I'm satisfied with it I paint it. Or when there's something I really have the urge to paint." I looked at him then, continuing the sentence. "My father always got so angry when he realized that I spent all my free time doing something artistic instead of training or fighting." I softly laughed, which made my throat hurt more.
"You sound really passionate about art." I nod and smile a little. My father never figured that out, but when I paint, I feel like it's the only time that my true self comes out of the shell. It's wonderful. Then we continue the way and Alec stops in front of the doors, where we could hear voices.
"This is the dining room where everyone is having dinner. And I imagine you're at least a little hungry, now come on and let's meet everybody." The door creaks when Alec opens it and I can see the people sitting behind the table having a very amusing conversation because everybody's laughing or smiling at least. A small boy is sitting on the chair trying to eat a big piece of meat, but the he seems to have trouble cutting it, so he asks a girl, I think she's his sister, to change the knives with him. She does and a boy at the side laughs at them. His hair is kind of golden, unlike my completely white hair. The girl looks at Alec who clears his throat. Suddenly, everybody looks up, first at Alec and then at me. An older man stands up from the table and his smile is so wide, it could light up the whole world.
"Ah, Clarissa Joanna Wayland. It's so nice to finally meet you. I have heard so many great things about you." I raised my eyebrow. There's a funny story. I have always envied people who could do that and until recently, I still didn't know how to do it. "You already met Alec, but that's Isabelle, Jace and the little boy is called Max."
We all greet each other and Hodge asks me to sit down and eat with them. I hesitate, but my stomach convinced me to get something in my system.
"What kind of things?" I ask quietly with a hint of curiosity in my voice.
"Excuse me?" Hodge asked.
"You said you heard things about me. What kind of things?" Hodge laughed the tension away with grace and replied to my question.
"Well, you're one of the most known Shadowhunters. You did destroy Valentine's ship, didn't you?" Oh yes. I almost paid with my life for that one. I really got into trouble for it and my father was furious, but I did the right thing.
"Well, yes. But I had no idea people would know it was me."
"We wouldn't have known it either, if it weren't for Magnus. I believe you met him. That warlock is a miracle himself. Your father also said that you received intense training and that he's never seen a better fighter. Ever."
"I doubt that." I say and believe it, too. My hair is bothering me and I use my tie my hair into a ponytail.
"Is this your natural hair color?" Isabelle asks.
"Yes." I reply, not asking why because I don't want to discuss this. Many people know Valentine had white hair.
After dinner, Jace escorts me to my room. "Well, here's your room." I open the door and before I go inside, Jace grabs my arm.
"Wait. Before you go, I might give you a warning. I'll come and wake you up tomorrow morning for training so get a good night sleep because you'll need it."
And with that, he was gone.
And I was left in my room, with all my things that portaled in yesterday.