Chapter 2 - Weird reactions

"Oh, good morning Clary.", Isabelle opened the big old wooden door of the Penhallow's house wearing a pink pajama, while her hair was tied up in a messy bun and some of her black locks framed her pale face. Even if you didn't know them both personally, you would be able to tell that she and Alec were siblings. They had the same eyes, the same skin and hair. The only thing that was different, was Isabelle's temper. She often had mood swings and sometimes Clary just couldn't handle her.
"Morning Izzy, may I come in?"

"Sure, the other's are still asleep though.", The obviously tired girl scratched her forehead and held the door open for Clary, who gladly walked into the big hall that separated the huge living room from the old wooden kitchen. On the inside the Penhallow's house looked like a castle, though it wasn't as big as the Institute it was still decorated in the same style. There were also some Asian sculptures and lamps which belonged to Aline Penhallow's Mother, Jia, who once ran the Institute in Peking.

"Yoohoo, Clary?", Isabelle suddenly shouted from the kitchen. "Um, sorry, did you just say something?". "I asked you if you'd like a coffee, too.", A coffee? Clary used to say 'as long as there is coffee in the world, how bad could things be', but right now she wasn't able to eat anything. Something was wrong with her today, maybe she had caught a cold or something."No thanks,", She walked to the stairs and turned back to the kitchen "I'll go to the bathroom, Kay?"

Izzy didn't reply but Clary figured it would be okay if she went there, so she walked up the fancy stairs and stepped into the long corridor with the doors to everyone's rooms. She passed the library and immediately had to think about the moment, when she caught Aline and Jace in there. Even though nothing really happened between them and at that time she still thought Jace was her brother, it still hurt.

As Clary headed back a while later, she heard noises coming from one of the rooms, and she knew to whom it belonged. Should she knock? Or should she just head back to Isabelle? There wasn't time to answer one of these questions, because in the next moment the door swung open and a stone hard person bumped into her, causing her to fall backwards onto the old Asian carpet.

"Ow..", she felt a sharp pain in her elbows and back, but as she saw the hand in front of her face, she gladly took the offer and was pulled up in the blink of an eye. "What are you doing here?", Alec glared at her with an emotionless face."Hey, what happened to 'sorry for throwing you on the ground'?" "Tsk.", he sighed to himself and let go of Clary's wrist

"So what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk about ye-"

"Shhh!", and again he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his room, then he shut the door behind him and sat down on the other side of the room. As far away from her as possible.

"Why are you acting so weird!", it broke out of her as she looked down at where he had grabbed her and noticed that he held her brutally enough that you could see his fingers on her skin.

"Listen, whatever happened yesterday, just forget about it already.", he hissed and looked away "Nothing of what I told you was the truth and about the...the.."

"Kiss?"

"Shut up, it wasn't a kiss!", he rubbed his temples "If anyone finds out about it, I'll make sure that you're the next one to move into the city of bones. Understood?"

Clary opened her mouth to say something, but nothing except for a loud breath came out. She felt like her insides were being tored apart and ripped out. She just turned around and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her. If she had been in there any longer, she would probably have killed him. So he DID still hate her! But was that so bad? Clary wanted to ask him if they could just forget about what happened, but he didn't plan on being yelled at. She hadn't kissed anyone, right? As she rushed down the stairs, she noticed something dripping down her cheeks. Had she been crying? Oh no, she couldn't let Isabelle see her like that! She quickly wiped the tears away with the sleeve of her purple pullover and tried to smile, though this forced smile must've looked pretty stupid.

Ten minutes later Izzy and her were sitting on the huge couch in the living room and both sipped from their coffees. Clary pushed the thoughts about Alec out of her head, which was difficult because most of them were about him for some reason.

"And then I said: Well, sorry for being an independent woman, you jerk. - And then I rubbed some dirt into his little faerie face and I didn't care if some Mundanes were watching.", She burst out in laughter and Clary forced herself to join her. Though she kind of felt sorry for Meliorn, he wasn't so bad. He seemed a bit shy to Clary, no wonder that he couldn't handle Isabelle's Lightwood-Temper. She definitely had that from her Mum, Clary thought and smiled.
Suddenly they heard the door open and in the next moment, a tall and sparkly warlock with cat's eyes stood right before them. Magnus Bane."Magnus!", they both screamed and jumped grinned and ran a hand through his black hair before he sat down on the coffee table, and Isabelle looked as if she was afraid that the glass table could break under the grown man.

"I've got news for you guys.", he pulled a folded sheet of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Clary, who unfolded it quickly and read out aloud."Invitation to a garden Party?", she frowned "Magnus, why-?""I'm tired of sitting around all day, looking into all your depressed faces and waiting for Valentine's next move. So what do you say?""I don't know..", Izzy said and looked at Clary."And where-?", She asked and gave the sheet back to the warlock. Magnus smiled proudly "I have the perfect place, right behind the city there is the ruin of a castle with a huge courtyard. I already set up everything, so are you guys coming?"