Author's note: Hello fellow fanfiction peoples! On to B! Just think, only 48 drabbles to go now!
Disclaimer: I don't own Infernal Devices. I do own these drabbles.
Brandy
A strong smell wafted out of the kitchen. It tickled his nose just enough to make him pause for a moment as he passed the door. He was so unaccustomed to the smell that another moment passed before he recognized it.
And then a light giggle greeted his ears.
He crept up to the slightly ajar door, curiosity winning out over his better judgment. Only a thin line of light spilled out of the kitchen, he pressed an eye closer—and then jerked back. He spun around, desperately wishing he could un-see that brief glimpse of the room's only occupant, and almost ran in his sudden urgency to leave the kitchen far behind. A shudder passed through him as the image flashed in front of his mind's eye.
James Carstairs was absolutely positive that he could have lived the remainder of his life without knowing what he now knew.
Agatha seemed to have a taste for brandy.
As for what she did when it got into her…
Well that was simply too horrific to tell any living soul and expect them to continue living.
Broom
"You expect me to what?"
Charlotte sighed. Sometimes she thought it simply wasn't worth the fight. "Jessamine, it's only—"
"Why should I? It's her job, not mine!"
"Because Sophie is busy enough already. Why can't you help, just on this one occasion?"
The blonde girl turned up her nose. "Unlike you, I am a lady. I refuse to go grubbing around doing what servants are paid to do."
That was it. Charlotte's temper snapped. "Jessamine! You are a Shadowhunter, whether you want to be or not! It is in your blood, it will always be in your blood, and you do not have a choice about that! Now, take the broom and sweep up this mess or I shall do everything within my power to ensure that you will never leave this Institute so long as you live!"
Jessamine stared, an expression of abject horror on her face. Charlotte felt a slight twinge of guilt.
But then Jessie stomped over and snatched the broom from Charlotte's grasp. "Very well," the girl snarled as she stalked off. "But I shan't do any more than this!"
Charlotte stared after her. Did she really just convince Jessamine Lovelace to sweep a room?
No, she decided. I must be dreaming.
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