Okay so here's another update! Thanks so much for the reviews!

I don't really have an update schedule since its spring break for me and I don't think I will ever have one just because I want to be able to produce the best writing possible and not feel the pressure of time constraints!

Without out further blab, I give you…. drumroll please…. Chapter 3!

Isabelle walked through the Institute shivering. The rain had been unexpected. Just as she was walking home, the sky opened, leaving her to run home in hopes of changing into something warm. As she passed the library, she could hear soft voices talking intensely. When she poked her head around to see who it was, she was surprised to see her parents.

"Mom? Dad? What are you doing home?" asked Isabelle, curiously. She thought they were at an important series of Clave meetings in Idris.

"The Clave sent us home." Maryse replied, shooting her husband a glance as if to ask if they should tell her the whole story. "They want to know how Clary is doing and if there has been any recent interference with the block."

"So Isabelle, what can you tell us?" said Robert, sitting down just as the doorbell rang. "I'll get it. Tell your mother about it." The older man got up and began the walk out the library towards the door.

"Well, Isabelle, go on." Maryse said, firmly.

"This is probably not what you want to hear, but there's something going on. It's like she's trying to break the block now whereas before she was just confused." Isabelle replied, clearly distressed.

"How do you know? Did something happen?" Maryse questioned her daughter as though she had just walked on her carpets with mud on her boots.

"Today, at that stupid mundie school, I accidentally ran into her. When she looked up at me, her eyes flashed brighter. Didn't Magnus say that would happen if she was trying to break the block?" Isabelle said, giving her mother a worried look.

"Oh, by the Angel. Did you tell Simon this yet?" asked Maryse. When Isabelle shook her head, Maryse continued. "He should know. He has to tell Jocelyn, so that Magnus can check her block again. If the Clave found out you were withholding information, Isabelle, they would… they would…" Maryse could bear to choke out the next few words.

"But mom, what if… what if I want her to remember?" Isabelle whispered, as though walls could hear. "When I saw her today, it was so hard to…pretend! I don't want to pretend anymore! I just want my friend back mom!" cried Isabelle, boldly. "I miss her."

I just want my friend back.

Jace paced his room, fiddling with a seraph blade. Why couldn't I just control myself? He thought to himself. His emotions never used to take over before her. Her. Clary. The one person who was his world.

"Damn it!" Jace yelled. "I'm such a goddamned idiot!" He felt like hitting someone. Correction: some ones. The Clave. They did this to him. They did this to her.

Jace stalked out of his room briskly, as if to get away from something foul. With angry thoughts swirling in his head, Jace reached the training room and began punching a bag hanging from the ceiling without even bothering to wrap his knuckles first.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "They think their so high and mighty." Jace muttered angrily. Damn Clave. Even the thought of them made bile rise in his throat. He swallowed, disgusted.

His Clary. His. She hadn't done anything to deserve this. He thought back to their meeting today in the hallway. The tightness in his chest grew. How she looked at him, so confused, her green eyes seeming to reach his very soul. He missed her. Every minute, every hour, every day for the past six months.

The Clave had insisted that everyone had to keep their distance, except Simon, since there was only so much the High Warlock of Brooklyn could block.

With alarming clarity, he still remembered the day the Clave had ordered it to be in place. Clary had looked up at him, hopeless and all he could do was crush her to his chest and pray the moment would last forever.

"Hello, this is…" said the voice through the phone.

"It's me." replied the caller, interrupting the greeting. "It's losing strength, I can tell. She keeps reaching for it almost everyday."

Insistent, the voice replied, "Then I should come over and…"

"No!" the caller interrupted again, leaving the voice to huff in annoyance. " I mean, I just, I hate doing this to her. She deserves to be happy. I'm keeping her away from everything! I'm lying to her again! Now, it's not just me I'm worried about. So many other people are involved. They should be together. You know that as well as I do. Keeping them apart was the worst idea. I am so tired of lying." cried the caller in agony. "She's my daughter. All I've ever wanted was to see her happy. This happiness is not real. This is not what I wanted for her."

"I know, Jocelyn, I know." Replied Magnus, sadly. "But you know I can't allow anything to break that block. They made me swear."

He heard soft crying through the speaker.

"As much as the boy annoys me, he needs her back. So you should know that I think the two of them are just stubborn enough to find each other." Magnus continued. "Eventually, the block is going to break and when it does, the Clave won't know what hit them."

So the chapters are getting longer! Please review!