Chapter 5: School For Shadowhunters

ONE WEEK LATER

Alec and Magnus woke up to the sounds of crying babies. One shrill to the ears and one a tad lower, more of a grumble than a wail. In short, the twins were awake. Lily and Nicholas Lightwood-Bane had made their way into the world with a slight struggle and an imprint on everybody's hearts. For Alec and Magnus, the love was instant, seeing their two beautiful faces looking up at them was all they needed; and everyone else felt it too.

Supernatural children grew up surprisingly quicker than mundane children, and with warlock and Shadowhunter blood created a growth spurt frenzy. Already a week old and they were in 4-5 month old clothing. Magnus reassured Alec the first time with Grace that when they hit a year old they grew up at a normal pace after that, Alec was worried that his daughter's childhood would flash by if he even blinked too long. The twins were growing up fast, they were sitting up without support and teeth were beginning to grow. Teething meant pain, and pain meant tears.

Alec was the first one out of bed and shot off down the hall of the loft to the twins' temporary bedroom. Magnus had told his husband that there was more than enough room in the loft to make another bedroom, so the twins wouldn't have to share once they were older. Alec found Lily chewing on her fist with tears flooding down her chubby cheeks, and Nicholas was growling and blowing spit bubbles; a sign that he was hungry. Alec was about to call for Magnus, when Grace arrived, looking like she had been awake for hours.

"Can I help, Papa?" she asked him sweetly, pulling faces at her little sister to stop the tears from flowing.

"Of course princess, can you grab two bibs and a teething ring and meet me in the kitchen please?" he requested, knowing his daughter was determined to be the best big sister ever and was eager to help out. She gave him a sharp "yep" and moved efficiently as Alec carried his babies to the kitchen.

Magnus soon joined once he heard a frustrated yell from Alec, and he found his husband covered in milk that looked like it had been thrown by an innocent looking Lily.

"I swear that warlock blood makes her mean," Alec pouted, shrugging his shirt off in a huff.

"She's not mean Alexander, just… cheeky, that's all," Magnus chuckled, going to make a fresh bottle for his baby girl. Grace proceeded to feed Nicholas easily, supporting the bottle at the base so he wouldn't drop or spill anything, and he supped it all up, all the while flashing his beautiful green eyes at his big sister as if she were the most perfect thing in the world. And in her father's' opinions, she was.

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After breakfast for the twins was over, Alec and Grace went to dress them whilst Magnus whipped up some ordinary food – pancakes, waffles, the like. Magnus knew he could get the babies dressed and some breakfast made with a click of his fingers, but where was the fun in that?

Alec, (who was still shirtless,) and Grace came back with two fully clothed twins and expressions of success on their faces. With a flick of his wrist, Magnus teleported the play cots from the living room to the kitchen to put the twins in, so they could all eat their breakfasts relatively normally. Grace dug into her cereal whilst Alec heaped five pancakes onto his plate, and Magnus just settled with a waffle and some fruit.

"Okay Gracie, time to get ready for school," Magnus announced whilst he vanished away all of the breakfast bits, that Alec suspected would appear back in Taki's dishwasher. Alec watched his daughter rush to her bedroom to get dressed for her first day of school. The basic requirements were: black jeans/trousers, black or white or grey shirt/sweater/t-shirt, black combat boots, black jacket (optional but recommended.) With the twins being born, both men had been too busy to buy Grace's required clothing, so Izzy had taken her out for a girl's day and got her everything, (and more,) that day. Magnus quickly went to check on his daughter's progress with the clothing, whilst Alec stayed in the kitchen with the twins. Alec heard Lily start to grumble, so picked her up and cradled her to his bare chest, rocking and shushing her gently. He stroked her small wings carefully, and she began to calm down.

"See baby girl, everything is okay. Papa's here," he whispered to her. He looked down at his daughter and her bright blue eyes were staring up at him, her warlock eyes, -like her Daddy's, the eyes of cats- flashing occasionally as she looked at him lovingly. Alec believed her to be the most precious girl in the world, aside from Grace of course, and his strapping boy Nick was as handsome as Magnus, maybe even more so, not that he would tell his husband that, looking the double of him. He also liked to believe that Grace was a miniature version of himself, and that Lily was a mix of both of them.

Magnus walked in on the most stunning sight, he saw his shirtless husband with his daughter snuggled onto his chest, and he was stroking her wings absent-mindedly. It was a sight that he quickly captured on his phone and saved as his new lock screen.

"Hey baby," Alec said lightly, smiling at his husband of whom he found staring at him.

"Hey," Magnus answered simply in reply. He moved over to his Shadowhunter swiftly and caught him in a brief kiss, before being interrupted by Nicholas who apparently wanted attention too. They were soon joined by Grace, taking Alec's breath away as he saw his eldest daughter dressed up in her Shadowhunter gear. The clothing fit her perfectly, and Magnus had fishtailed her hair back so it would go off to a side on her shoulder. She was the epitome of perfection in that moment, and Alec wanted the sight to last forever. He watched Magnus take a photo of Grace and returned Lily to her cot. Grace ran up to her Papa instantly and was wrapped up in his strong bare arm. Alec threw her into the air and caught her with ease, it was sad to see his little girl grow up so fast, but cherished every moment he had with her.

"You look beautiful, princess. Like a true Shadowhunter," Alec murmured into her shoulder, hugging her to his chest, her arms wrapped around his neck.

"I'm going to be the best Shadowhunter, for you Papa," she told him proudly, smiling into his collarbone. Alec felt a tear escape his eyes, and felt it slip down his cheek. "Don't cry Papa, I hate it when you're sad." Alec just gave a wet chuckle and kissed his daughter on the cheek; he felt like he was cuddling her for ages and ages, until Magnus checked the time and announced that she had to go to school.

"Okay Gracie, do you have your bag?" Alec asked, placing his daughter on the floor. He received a confident nod and ran to fetch it from her room. Magnus approached him and wiped the tears from his eyes. He knew that Alec had been raised to believe that emotions were weaknesses, but Magnus was proud to know that Alec taught him to love wholeheartedly and that emotions made you the more powerful. He kissed Alexander more deeply this time, now that Nick was back in his cot, wrapping his arms around his husband's waist and running his hands up and down his bare back, feeling every tense muscle relax under the warlock's touch.

The kiss was about to go further, but was unfortunately interrupted by Grace's re-appearance with her backpack on as she was ready to go. The Shadowhunter Training Academy (for ages up to and including 18) was in the heart of Idris. Alec and Magnus had initially debated over sending Grace to a mundane school to start off with, but Alec knew that to be the best Shadowhunter you could be, Idris was where it was at. And having an almighty warlock for a husband, who could conjure up portals to Idris, had its perks.

"I hope you have the best day sweet-pea," Magnus wished, "you will make lots of new friends and meet kids just like you." Magnus began to open a portal for his husband and child to travel through, and quickly kissed Grace and hugged her with all of his might. Grace giggled a quick "of course I will Daddy," and squeezed back before saying a goodbye to the twins and taking her Papa's hand. Alec gave his lover a quick peck on the lips and bid a shower of kisses onto the twins before stepping through the portal with Grace to Idris…

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"We're here Gracie. What do you think?" Alec asked his daughter as they approached a huge building, almost like a castle really, that was the Shadowhunter Academy. He himself had received his Shadowhunter training here along with Isabelle and Jace from the age of eleven, (Jace was ten and Izzy was eight.) It was a rule that a Shadowhunter could go to the Academy at any age up to eighteen, which was the legal age a Shadowhunter could go on their first solo missions. You could accompany track and report missions from eleven, but you could not go on missions into the field until you were sixteen, as long as you were with at least one fully-trained adult. Himself and his siblings joined the Academy at ten as Maryse was a stay-at-home mother, so could give them basic training. She was offered a job in the Clave when Alec turned eleven and could not turn it down, so decided that the Academy would be the best for her children.

"I think this place is awesome! Are you sure this is a school Papa? It looks more like a Disney palace!" Grace exclaimed, eyes not knowing where to land, she was taking in all of the rose bushes, the lights, the marble arches, the people; everything just looked like it was from a dream. She saw strong and beautiful Shadowhunters everywhere she looked, either just taking a stroll or talking to others or training. Some were doing all three at once!

Alec and Grace approached the entryway to the Academy, each part of the school was split into sections depending on age. On half of the bottom floor was the place Grace would be going, the nursery and 3-6 years. There they would receive extremely basic training on runes, weapons, demons and Downworlders. They would be taught basic defensive and offensive attacks with plastic weapons. The bottom floor was shared with the 15-18 year olds who were receiving the end of their education and the eighteen year olds would be going on their final tests to see if they could handle the day-to-day work of a Shadowhunter, handling demons, fighting anything, learning how to deal with Downworlders; that sort of thing. The older kids would also occasionally help out with the younger students, the teachers thought it was a good idea if the younger ones received help from Shadowhunters who were learning like themselves.

Alec led Grace to the large area of concrete to the left-hand side of the Academy that the younger children were allowed to play on during breaks. It was also the drop off and pick up point on a morning and on an evening after school broke out. Grace almost but pulled Alec over when she saw the other Shadowhunter kids like her talking and playing games around the chattering parents.

Alec being the anti-social Nephilim that he was, went to stand in a space away from the prying, gossiping parents, and held Grace close to him; secretly not wanting to let his daughter go just yet. They received odd glances here and there by passing parents or children, but Alec chose to ignore them. He was perfectly fine minding his own business thank you very much!

Grace was looking longingly over at three girls about her age, playing some sort of game they had created. She desperately wanted to go and join them, but couldn't bare the thought of leaving her Papa just yet.

Alec caught sight of a wandering blond woman, she would stand and talk to parents, then quickly move on to the next group. The lady began to approach Alec and Grace, and Alec instantly recognised her. Lydia Branwell.

"Lydia?" Alec questioned as he looked the woman up and down, she hadn't really changed much since Alec had met her sixteen years ago. The woman looked up at him in surprise.

"Alec Lightwood? Is that you?" she asked, closing the gap between her and the Lightwood-Bane's. Grace just looked up at her Papa, being the curious four year old she was, she wanted to know who the woman was. "I can't believe that's you! After all these years, you haven't changed at all… except for a few grey hairs," she laughed, poking at a strand of hair at the side of his head near his ear.

"Could say the same for you. You still look like the twenty-two year old version of you," Alec declared, smiling at the woman. "What are you doing here?"

"Teaching," she answered simply. "After the… situation in New York, the Clave moved me here. I decided that teaching would be the best outlook for me, and turns out, I enjoy bossing kids around," Lydia chuckled.

"You always enjoyed bossing people around," Alec replied with a smirk, remembering her vividly when she first arrived at the New York Institute. Lydia just scoffed at him and placed her hand on her waist.

"And you, were always blunt and if I recall rightly, a little rebellious," she grinned, straightening the lapel of Alec's jacket. Grace was so confused, why was this woman touching her Papa? "That is if I remember our wedding day correctly-"

"Wedding day?!" Grace exclaimed, suddenly making herself known to the blond woman.

"And who's this?" Lydia asked, squatting down slightly to get a good look at the dark haired girl. "She looks like a miniature version of you," Lydia said with a smile.

Alec grinned down at his confused looking daughter. "This is Lydia Branwell, Gracie. We've known each other for a long time."

"And got married?" Grace questioned, eyeing the woman suspiciously.

"No princess, we never got that far. Your Daddy rescued me from that day," Alec recalled, smiling sweetly at his daughter. Grace liked the thought of her Daddy saving her Papa from this woman, it made her very proud to be a Lightwood-Bane.

"Rescued? That's a bit harsh Alec," Lydia chuckled. "It was not that bad. And it made great reading in the next days' newsletter." Alec just laughed lightly, and patted Grace on the shoulders lightly.

"This is Grace, she is mine and Magnus' eldest daughter," Alec introduced, signalling down to his precious girl. Grace gave a small smile while still looking up and down at this woman.

"Well it is nice to meet you Grace. I teach on the second floor, I teach the seven to ten year olds. But I occasionally mingle in with the other years. So I have no doubt that I will be seeing you around," Lydia smiled. She then took her leave of absence and made it around to a new set of parents.

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"You nearly married her?! Why Papa?" Grace asked after Lydia had left. Alec just rubbed his face with his hands and grimaced slightly.

"Because Grandma and Grandpa made me, princess. They thought it would be a good alliance to have. But I was in love with Daddy all along, and he came and rescued me. Then we had you, then the twins. It was a long time ago baby girl," Alec comforted, trying to explain to his daughter the situation. Grace tried to contemplate the explanation in her mind and just decided to shrug it off until later, she believed her Papa and could see from the look on his face that he didn't want to recollect the past.

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The bell for school starting had been and gone, Grace had waved goodbye to her Papa and strutted into the building, confident she would love it there. She was soon ushered into a room with presumably, the rest of her class, and was being spoken to by Uncle Jace's Grandma, the Inquisitor. Madam Herondale spoke about what they would learn during their time at the academy. Grace caught the Inquisitor's eye and the older lady winked at her before continuing her speech, which gave Grace a confident boost. She was determined to make herself proud, her family name proud, and her Daddy and Papa proud. She knew that her Papa really wanted her to do well here as he had done, and letting him down was not an option.

They were soon shepherded away to a classroom full of books, not as many as the library in the Institute, Grace thought; but there were a lot. She also observed the many great murals in the room, bright colours and intricate drawings of great Shadowhunters of the past, Jonathan Shadowhunter was the feature of many. Grace also took interest in a recent painting: The Second Uprising. She could see the story of the battle, split between New York and Idris, one she knew the story of very well considering most of her family, including her fathers were in it. Grace looked intently, and could swear she saw a flick of chestnut hair with blue highlights fighting next to a tall, pale man with black hair and an obvious deflect rune on his neck. Grace just smiled, excited for tonight when she could tell her Daddy and Papa they were in a famous painting.

Grace took a seat next to a small boy name Jax, a.k.a Jackson Hopeland, a name she knew he shared with a Shadowhunter named Daniel who worked at the Institute. He was very tiny compared to Grace, albeit who was tall for her age, he had short, blond hair and grey eyes. He looked terrified, but gave Grace a small smile when she began talking to him.

They were soon becoming fast friends, when they were joined by a very pretty girl named Alia Heartmark, Grace did not know of her family history but she was sure she could find out. The three started talking rapidly about their families, their skills, and of course the academy. All three seemed to share the same adjective: "awesome!"

A teacher arrived by the name of Miss Nightshade, a woman of tall stature, a young, plain face, but a nice smile and demeanor. She was very chatty with the children and started quizzing them about the Shadow World in general, see what they all knew. Grace, naturally, knew all of the answers to the ridiculously easy questions, for example; what's a seraph blade? What does an iratze rune do? Name a Greater Demon etc, and really wanted some hard ones.

"Okay class, the final question is a very hard one: who is the High Warlock of Brooklyn?" Miss Nightshade asked with a smile, hoping to trip some of the clever kids up. She watched Grace's hand shoot up, she had a huge grin on her face and a desperation to answer the question. "Grace?"

"Magnus Bane!" she nearly screamed, looking very proud of herself. Miss Nightshade looked impressed by the girl and gave her an approving look.

"And how did you know that, Grace?"

"He's my Daddy," Grace replied simply, looking proud of herself. Miss Nightshade mentally slapped herself. She didn't know why she hadn't background checked the children, she knew there were a couple from New York, but didn't expect the daughter of Magnus Bane to appear in her class. No wonder she was incredibly clever. The kids in the class all looked to Grace and started to murmur and mutter about her, wondering how a daughter of a warlock was in the Shadowhunter Academy. Apparently Miss Nightshade was confused too.

"Why aren't you in warlock school then?" asked a boy from the front of the class, who had turned around to stare at her. Grace's face began to blush then.

"B-because I'm a Shadowhunter," she began to stutter. "Besides, there isn't a school for warlock's."

"But if your dad is a warlock, then how do you have angel blood?" the same boy interrogated, narrowing his eyes at her, waiting for her answer.

"My Papa is a Shadowhunter, he runs the New York Institute- he's an amazing Shadowhunter!" Grace exclaimed loudly, internally growling at the boy. Nobody said anything after that, they all just stared at her.

"Miss Nightshade?" asked a girl closest to the wall. "How do you get two dads?" she wondered inquisitively. Grace looked embarrassed and turned her head downwards, trying her best to show the redness in her face. The teacher didn't really know how to answer the question, but was fortunately saved by the bell for break.

All of the children rushed out of their seats and raced to the playground; all except Grace who just sat solemnly in her chair. Miss Nightshade didn't really know what to do, she wondered if she should console the girl but decided against it.

"We will be outside if you want to come and play," the teacher announced, she gave Grace a smile and wandered out of the room. Grace wanted to go home. No doubt all of the kids were talking about her to everybody else, and no doubt she would be stared at everywhere she went. This wasn't how she wanted her first day of school to go…

Grace sat for a while, thinking about how she could get out of there without anyone seeing her. She began to wander the classroom, looking for anything she could use to go home. She even contemplated the thought of trying to open a portal, but knew that was virtually impossible.

Grace was about to give up and trudge back to her seat, when she saw a silver object on Miss Nightshade's desk. A stele. Grace grew excited and ran to it, she seized the object and thought of how she could use it. She knew that if she glamoured herself everyone who had the Sight would just see her through it. When the idea came to her…

Grace grabbed a piece of paper and began to write on it, a message to her Papa at the Institute, asking to come and get her. Grace crumpled the paper up and began to wrack her brain for the rune she needed to send the fire message. She had watched her Aunt Isabelle do it a couple of times and was pretty sure she could do it herself; if she concentrated hard. She closed her eyes, and the rune flashed before her; Grace began to draw the rune over the paper and she watched it go up in flames. Hopefully her Papa would receive it and come and collect her. It was just a matter of time.

The bell rang and everybody came back into the classroom, to find Grace sitting where they had left her, her head bent forward, her shoulders slumped and not making the tiniest effort to make eye contact with anyone. One major thing she had learned from her Daddy, was how to be dramatic, and she was brilliant at it. Thankfully, everybody just seemed to ignore her after that and carried on with the lesson. Even Miss Nightshade ignored her existence, only occasionally glancing toward the girl, to see if her position had changed.

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Alec was sat in his office when the note floated onto his desk, smoke coming off it as it landed on the hard oak. He absent-mindedly walked to it and read it over once. The note was from Gracie. How she had managed to send a fire message to him was a different thought entirely to the one that had raced to the front of his brain when he read the paper. She had asked to go home, the note read:

"Alexander Lightwood-Bane, a.k.a Papa. Pleeze come and get me, they ar meen here. I no I'm supozed to be strong for you but they keep talking abowt you and Daddy as if it's rong to have two dads. Pleeze come and get me! Grace xxxxx"

Alec looked shocked at the note and set about immediately portalling to Idris to find out what was happening. He took a picture of the note and sent it to Magnus, asking if he could open a portal for him. Alec also sent a message around the Institute, excusing himself for a while for a meeting in Idris. He hoped that was the least inconspicuous excuse for the staff. It would have to do.

He received a text message from his husband, which just consisted of red, angry-faced emojis, and a portal opened before him two seconds later. Alec disappeared into the vortex and just hoped that the issue was easily fixable…

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Alec landed in Idris, finding his husband already waiting for him outside of the North Gate.

"Mags, what are you doing here? Where are the twins?" Alec asked, meeting up with him.

"Catarina took them for a couple of hours. Besides, I'm not going to let you go in there by yourself, I know you Alexander, you will lose it," Magnus told him, taking Alec's hand. Alec opened his mouth to argue, but thought against it; Magnus was always right.

"I just can't believe it happened on her first day. I just want to know what happened and hopefully we can sort it out," Alec huffed, gripping Magnus' hand tightly as he felt the anger rise up in him as they approached the academy. Waiting outside the academy for them was the principal and another woman. Alec recognised the principle immediately for he was the vice principal during his time at the academy. Charles Penbrand was a fair man with a kind disposition, however, Alec knew from Jace's run-ins with him that he could turn from kind to angry in two seconds flat.

"Mr Lightwood," the woman greeted. She grimaced at Magnus and looked the sparkly man up and down with distaste. Alec immediately hated her. "My name is Ashlynn Featherbrooke. I am the Head of Action at the academy. I'm the one who organises the final year missions and am in charge of behaviour throughout the school. As you can imagine when I heard of your daughter's troubles in class I was shocked- coming from a reputable family and all," she sneered. Magnus could feel his husband's anger raging through their rune, this woman was trying to push Alexander's buttons.

"Troubles? You mean my daughter being picked on, on her first day of school?" Alec snapped, eyeing the woman with a glare.

"I think 'picked on' is a bit extreme-" the woman began. Magnus couldn't resist himself and with a click of his fingers, Featherbrooke froze in place.

"Thank you Mr Bane," Principle Penbrand chuckled. "It was not my choice to employ Mrs Featherbrooke. It was something the Conclave came up with," he explained. Alec just nodded his head and followed Penbrand through the school with Magnus in tow; Featherbrooke remained frozen outside.

"As you can imagine Mr Lightwood, Mr Bane, we were shocked to find out that Grace had managed to send you a fire message; I suppose you didn't teach her how to do that?" Penbrand asked as they headed down endless hallways that Alec felt a familiar bond to.

"Grace has always been inquisitive, it wouldn't surprise me if she saw Jace or Isabelle send one," Magnus said to both of the men. Alec considered this and found it the most likely option.

"She seems a very bright girl, Miss Nightshade told me that she was answering every question and apparently one came up about you, Mr Bane," Penbrand went on. "Obviously she knew the answer and that was when the questions came out, like 'how are you a Shadowhunter?' 'why do you have two fathers?'"

"And the teacher, nor Grace knew how to answer the questions?" Magnus finished. He was happy answering the questions for the moment, because he didn't trust what would come out of his husband's mouth. Penbrand nodded a yes to Magnus' assumption and led the two men through to a room. Alec observed a young woman, presumably Grace's teacher, a young boy who looked like he was in a lot of pain and his own daughter, who just looked emotionally and physically drained. Grace felt deeply ashamed about what she had done, so didn't meet either of her father's' eyes.

THE PREVIOUS HOUR - AFTER THE FIRE MESSAGE!

"Oh look everyone, the freak with two dads is still here!" the boy laughed as the kids returned from their break. Grace just continued to stare down at her feet, trying to ignore the jeering and remarks. "Having two dads is just wrong. How can one of them call themselves a Shadowhunter?" he continued, causing a roar of laughter to erupt from around the room. Grace couldn't believe what she was hearing, some kid who didn't know a thing about her was making fun of her Daddy and Papa, and Miss Nightshade just stood there ignoring it.

"Shut up," Grace mumbled. "Shut up!" she growled. Grace stood up so quickly that she pushed the table away from her chair. She could feel an urge of anger rush through her body, something uncontrollable forming inside and outside of herself. Grace could almost feel a red aura surrounding her as she did what she did. With one flick of her wrist she had caught the boy in an invisible snare. With as much force as she could conjure up, she threw him into the furthest wall away from her and watched him crumple to the floor. The whole thing was over before she knew it had even began and instantly fell to the carpet, utterly exhausted…

BACK TO PRESENT!

"All of this, over a fire message?" Alec questioned, taking a seat beside his daughter, Magnus stood behind the chair with a hand on his shoulder.

"This I regarding what happened after the fire message, Mr Lightwood-Bane," Miss Nightshade replied, a sullen look on her face as she stared at the two children before her. Alec looked up at Magnus worriedly and waited for somebody to explain to them what had happened.

"It appears that Grace here, has something she would like to share with you," Penbrand said, encouraging the girl to tell her side of the story.

"I didn't mean to Daddy. It just happened," Grace muttered, a tear sliding down her face. Alec and Magnus could see it must have been serious, as their daughter never cried.

"What happened sweet-pea?" Magnus asked, he heard a scoff from the boy next to her and flashed his cat eyes at him. He revelled in the fact that the boy went sickly white after that.

"Magic… I used magic Daddy. I don't know how I did, but I did. I'm so sorry," she explained, sobbing between her words. Alec just wanted to pick her up and cuddle her.

"You have nothing to be sorry for Grace," Alec started. He took his daughter's chin in his hand and lifted her head up to look at him. Her bright blue eyes were pooled with tears, her cheeks were covered with droplets that had escaped her lids. "Come on, stop the tears now. Nothing else is going to happen," he reassured her. He heard a sniffle and a deep breath emanate from his daughter and the tears stopped falling. Grace quickly dried her eyes with her sleeve and sat up straight in front of the principle.

"Is she actually going to get in trouble for throwing me across the classroom or what?" the boy growled. Magnus almost clicked his fingers to turn the boy into a slug, but stopped himself.

"What do you mean?" Magnus questioned, eyes flickering between his daughter and the awful child.

"I mean, she threw me into a wall with magic, that's what, warlock," the child seethed. Magnus couldn't help but think that this boy came from a family who didn't exactly like Downworlders. Probably some privileged Idrisian family, he thought to himself.

"For someone of your age, I think you should watch your tongue when talking to your elders," Alec snapped at the boy. Nobody talks to his husband like that, regardless of age. The boy shied away into the chair, not expecting to be told off by somebody who wasn't his parents or the principle. "As for the magic. I don't have any idea how it happened? Magnus?" Alec asked his husband.

"It is possible that even though regarding Grace's blood status, the majority of the blood that runs through her veins is that of Nephilim, but because she shares DNA between myself and Alexander, it is entirely possible that magic lives within her," Magnus answered, running every possible scenario in his head, believing this to be the most accurate.

"Well, if that is true, Mr Bane, then you know we have no option here," the principle announced after thinking for a while. Alec dropped his head into his hands, Grace looked like she would burst into tears, while Magnus just looked confused.

"Alec?" he asked his husband, who seemed to understand what the principle was implying.

"He means that Grace cannot go here if she can use magic. It goes against the rules of the academy. Shadowhunter's must learn how to fight without the aid of magic, only use seraph blades the like, she would basically be at an advantage to the other kids," Alec sighed, wanting now to get out of the academy as quickly as possible.

"So cheating?" Magnus clarified. Both Penbrand and his husband confirmed it with a nod. "Okay then. We'll be going home then," he declared, taking Grace and his husband with him. Magnus made the big oak doors before him fly open and they exited into the hallway with a rush of wind and a slam of doors, the Lightwood-Banes' heels clacking on the marble floors.

Sorry for not updating for a while guys, busy busy busy bean! Here's a hefty chapter for you. Lots of love xxxxxxxxxxxx