'I'm sorry about their behaviour before, Sawyer,' Christabel told her, and since faeries couldn't lie, Sawyer knew she was telling the truth. 'Let me make up for it. Now that we're friends, I've decided to make you my new project.'
Sawyer laughed. 'You really don't have to do that.'
'I know,' she said, 'That's what makes me so nice.' After she had said that, she started to sing.
'Whenever I see someone less fortunate than I
And let's face it, who isn't less fortunate than I'
'Are you that fortunate? You've been banned!' It was blunt, Sawyer knew it, but she wasn't good at being charming in any other way. She didn't know how to.
'Yes, but momsy wants me unbanned, and she sends me very nice presents,' Christabel said, 'But let's sing on!'
'My tender heart tends to start to bleed
And when someone needs a makeover, I simply have to take over
I know, I know, exactly what they need
And even in your case'
Christabel touched Sawyers hair, which was braided as usual.
'Though it's the toughtest case I've yet to face
Don't worry, I'm determined to succeed, follow my lead
And yes indeed
You will be popular
You're gonna be popular!
I'll teach you the proper poise,
When you talk to boys,
Little ways to flirt and flounce,
ooh!
I'll show you what shoes to wear!
How to fix your hair!'
Christabel unbraided Sawyers hair, and brushed it with her own glittery brush
'Everthing that really counts to be popular
I'll help you be popular!
You'll hang with the right cohorts,
You'll be good at sports,
Know the slang you've got to know.
So let's start,
'Cause you've got an awfully long way to go!'
A long way indeed, Sawyer thought, for she was anything but popular.
'Don't be offended by my frank analysis,
Think of it as personality dialysis,
Now that I've chosen to become a
Pal, a sister and advisor,
There's nobody wiser!
Not when it comes to popular

I know about popular.
and with an assist from me,
to be who you'll be,
instead of dreary who you were...
Well, are.
There's nothing that can stop you,
from becoming popu-ler... lar...

la la, la la!
We're gonna make you pop-u-lar!'
Sawyer wondered what would help hér to be popular. She couldn't imagine herself being popular, she just couldn't.

'When i see depressing creatures,
With unprepossessing features,
I remind them on their own behalf
To - think - of
Celebrated heads of state,
Or specially great communicators!
Did they have brains or knowledge?
Don't make me laugh!'

That wasn't reassuring to Sawyer. She had brains and knowledge, but she wasn't popular. It was a bit like Christabel was telling her she would never manage anything. But she would be with the wizard, she knew that.

'They were popular
Please!
It's all about popular.
It's not about aptitude,
It's the way you're viewed,
So it's very shrewd to be,
Very very popular
like me!'

'You're hair looks great like this. We'll need to find you something nice to wear, but let's start with this.' Christabel took a pink flower out of her hair, and placed it in Sawyers hair.
'Yup, pink goes good with green,' Christabel declared, 'Tomorrow we have a day off, I will take you shopping. This dress just isn't it. The hat is, though. A bit odd, but totally your style. We just have to find a nice dress, something elegant. I'll teach how to be elegant, and how to walk with grace. And I will buy you high heeled boots, that will suit you perfectly. Yes, I've got a perfect plan!'

A few days later, Christabel had given her a complete make over. Sawyer had to admit, she looked better in these black high heeled boots, and this elegant black dress. Then professor Brown had disappeared. He had been arrested, they had been told, because he was breaking the clave law. Sawyer couldn't imagine it, professor Brown was one of the nicest people she knew. A new teacher had shown up, a vampire man who looked about twenty, but could be any age for his kind was like her own and the Fair Folk immortal.
'I'm professor Nightshade,' he said, 'What I will show you is not about the past. It is our future. Long the lycanthrophes despised us. Not only my kind, but our organisation, the Wizard himself.'
He revealed a cage, with a wolf puppy in it. The image of this shocked Sawyer. She just knew this once had been a werewolf child. She could sense it. She also sensed this was no longer a werewolf, it was just a wolf now.
'What have you done to him?' Sawyer shrieked.
'Her, actually,' the vampire told her, 'This is my project, what I have been working for. Taking the human part out of the werewolves. Only the wolf is left.'
How could this happen? Someone ought to tell the wizard. She was going to meet the wizard soon, she would tell him. He wass the boss, surely he could do something about it. Suddenly she remembered how Collin at the end of Magnus Banes' party had given her his number. She used her magic. This was something she had done before, by accident, and now she could control it. She made time stop, at least in this classroom. She took her Phone out of her bag. It wasn't really allowed, but as long as she kept it in het bag and nobody saw it, nobody really cared. She put it on, and called the number she had memorised.
'Collin speaking,' she heard his voice.
'Collin, I need your help,' she said, and she gave him the location. She would take away the poor young cub, but he had to hide it, untill she could meet the wizard. She wasn't sure if it was wise to inform the clave. To Sawyer, the wizard was a more powerful man than the clave was, though that probably wasn't entirely true. Sawyer had no idea how much time had passed until Collin arrived, for she had stopped time. Because he only entered now, time didn't stop for him.
'What have you done, Sawyer?' he asked shocked.
'I can't hold this much longer,' Sawyer answered, 'I need help. This was a werewolf cub, but no it's just a wolf. I want to try to reverse the spell, and inform the wizard, but 'till then, it must be kept secret. Pretend it's your dog, or something.'
'Look, Sawyer,' he said, 'I wanna help you, but I don't know how. It will be hard.'
'Pretend the dog belongs to a friend, that you're taking care of her. I will try to reverse the spell, I will try to save this young werewolf, but I need time!'
Sawyer opened the cage, and took out the dog. 'Easy, girl, easy,' she said in a calming tone, hoping the young wolf wouldn't panic.
'You really are impulsive, aren't you?' Collin asked, when they were leaving, Sawyer holding the wolf. The time spell faded, and the vampire professor would notice she had left. Maybe she should use more magic, or make up some excuse, but now she had to save the puppy.
'I can't leave this young wolf, I just can't,' she said, 'You ought to know, being a shadowhunter. You're supposed to protect the innocent, and so do I.'
'I will take the dog from here,' Collin promised, 'But don't leave me with her to long, please.'
Sawyer handed Collin the little dog, who was a calmer than Sawyer would expect. 'Don't let anything happen to her!'

Sawyer was thinking of Collin that evening in her room, while doing homework. Christabel barely did any homework, Sawyer had noticed, but she was smarter than she seemed. Was she in love with Collin? If so, it was really stupid. There was no future for a shadowhunter and a warlock together, shadowhunters only married other shadowhunters. But he was nice, he didn't hate downworlders, he was nice to her, and his best friend was a vampire. Someone knocked on the door. Maybe it was Rosaline, her sister. Sawyer opened. It wasn't Rosaline. It was miss Darcy.
'Miss Sawyer, the Wizard expects you tomorrow. I'll bring you there, it isn't possible for anyone who isn't allowed to to find the wizard. Congratulations, miss Sawyer. You've done well, and you will be by the wizards side soon.'
Miss Darcy left after saying that, and Sawyer looked happier than ever. 'That is so great!' Christabel shrieked.
'But you will still spend time with me, won't you?' she asked then.
'Of course I will,' Sawyer said, 'You're my best friend! You know what? Come with me tomorrow! There is more in the wizards house than just where he lives, it's said to be fantastic!'
Christabel cried a bit and smiled at the same time, she was a very emotional person. 'Thank you so much!'

As a joke, the wizards palace was called "Emerald city". There lived other downworlders, it was untraceble in another dimension in some complicated way, and it was said to be amazing.
'This is so amazing!' Christabel cried.
'Are you sure about taking her with you?' miss Darcy asked, in the same cold voice she always used.
'Absolutely sure, miss,' Sawyer said.
'I want you girls to wait her, I'll tell the wizard that you're here.'
Miss Darcy walked into a door, and Christabel and Sawyer waited. 'I'm nervous,' Sawyer announced.
'Me too,' Christabel said, 'Not many get to meet the wizard. And I'm not even that special.'
'You're a faerie princess, Christabel,' was Sawyers answer, 'Of course you are special.'
Christabel opened her mouth to say something, but then the door opened. In the room sat a man. He looked much younger than he had in Sawyers imagination, but of course, warlocks were immortal. They didn't look like old men with long beards like Gandalf from lord of the rings.
'Come in, both of you, please,' he said.
Nervous, Sawyer stepped into the room, Christabel following her. The room was huge. There was a wooden desk that looked very old, but in good shape. The wizard wore an old fashioned suit, that part Sawyer had expected. He had green eyes and dark hair, and he looked around twenty.
'Sit down, young ladies,' he told them, and they both sat down on chairs, as old fashioned as the desk, but very comfortable.
'This is, of course, mostly about you, miss Sawyer,' the wizard said. 'I have an offer for you, both of you actually, now you are here anyway, miss Christabel. But first, to proof your powers, you must pick up this spell book.'
The wizard pointed at a dark book. It was huge, and bound in a very old way. Of course this was a spell book.
'This is the most powerful spellbook in the world,' the wizard explained, 'And even the Clave doesn't know of it's existance. Only a very few warlocks do. Most think the book of white is the most powerful spellbook, a book that disappeared after what shadowhunters call the Uprising. Using it's spells is very hard. I am not capable of it, for I have no magical powers of my own.'
This shocked Sawyer. No powers? How was that possible? But of course. Why would he need her, if he wasn't the most powerful warlock on earth? It suddenly made sense. If he revealed this secret, no downworlder would take him seriously. He was a very smart man, the wizard. Sawyer opened the spell book. It was written in ancient greek, but some spells were in demon languages. Sawyer could read it, she had studied those languages so much she didn't even need a dictionary to read it.
'What do you want me to do?'
The wizard showed her a cage, in the corner, a cloth had been over it at first. A goat was inside it. The wizard released it into the room.
'I want you to make it fly. You see, everyone deserves the chance to fly. I want to take that more literal. I want you to try it on the goat first, and if it works alright, try it on me.'
Sawyer nodded, turned the pages, looking for a spell to make one fly. Finally, she had found one. The effects were described in ancient greek, as was the melody for the spell. The spell itself was in demon languages.
'Ahben Tahkay Ahben Tahkay Ahben Atum Ahben Takayah Entayah Ah Entayah Tifentah Ahben Tahkay Ah,' she chanted. She felt how to do it, she felt she was chanting it right. Then, the goat began to float. The goat was scared, obviously, and Sawyer, who liked animals, felt sorry for using the spell on the goat.
'It works on a goat who once was a warlock,' the wizard observed.
Was once a warlock? Oh no. This was just like the werewolf cub she had saved. The wizard knew! It had been the wizard all along.
'How can you do this?!' she screamed, 'This once was a human! How can you torture someone like this?'
Both Christabel and the wizard were shocked. Sawyer took the spell book and ran for it, trough some doors, Christabel following her.
'Sawyer, why couldn't you stay calm for once?' she snapped, 'I hope you're happy. I hope you're happy now.'
'I can't just let him do this. He's evil! Do you really want to stay here and let him do this?'
Suddenly, a familiair cold voice sounded everywhere. Just everywhere.
'Beware, members of the order of the wizard!' miss Darcy screamed, 'One of our own betrayed us. A young and extremely powerful warlock girl turned against the wizard. She's easy to recognize by her green skin. Believe nothing she says, she's evil. She's a WICKED WITCH!'
Sawyer gasped. 'Don't be afraid,' Christabel told her.
'I'm not afraid,' she said. 'It is the wizard who should be afraid. Of me!'
'Is this the point where you start singing defying gravity?' Christabel asked her, 'Because if you are going to, I'd like to know it so I can sing with you.'
Sawyer laughed a bit. 'I might sing a bit. But first, I must defy gravity.'

Sawyer shouted the same spell again and again, this time over herself. It wasn't an easy spell, especially on herself. It was one of the hardest spells she had ever done. But it worked. In the end, it worked. She knew what it had done, she could fly now. It wasn't easy to control, but she could fly.
'Come with me,' Sawyer said, 'Think of what we could do, together! I'm limited, together we're unlimited. Together we'll be the greatest team there's ever been. A powerful warlock and a powerful faerie. Dreams the way we planned them.'
'If we work in tandem,' Christabel said in a melodic voice.
'There's no fight we cannot win,' the said together.
'We will defy gravity together! Are you coming?'
Christabel looked doubtful. 'I hope you're happy, I really do. But I can't. I will always be your friend, but I can't come with you. Find a way to contact me, and I'll spy on the wizard for you. That's the best way to defeat him, I think. You may have his powerful spellbook, but we don't know what else he can do.'
'I hope you're happy, I really hope you get, and you don't live to regret. I want you to be happy, my friend.'
Then she started to levitate. A lot of people got into the room. Few of them tried to capture Christabel. 'No, leave her alone!' Sawyer shouted at them, 'She has nothing to do with it. It's me you want, it's ME!'
She was already way past where they could reach. There were only some vampires she saw. Just vampires. They weren't that powerful, were they? But she needed to send a message to Christabel, something only she would understand. Suddenly, she got it. The vampires would think she was crazy, but that didn't matter. She started to sing.
'So if you care to find me, look to the western sky
As someone told me lately, everyone deserves the chance to fly
And if I'm flying solo, at least I'm flying free
To those who'd ground me, take a message back from me
Tell them how I am defying gravity
I'm flying high, defying gravity
And soon I'll match them in renown
And nobody, in all of Oz
No wizard that there is or was
Is ever gonna bring me down
Bring me down!
Ooh!'
It was a message. She was going to the west. Los Angeles, maybe. She also made clear she was going to defeat the wizard. She could not let this stand, she could not let him do this. The order would call her wicked for it, and probably the Clave as well, but she didn't care, she was better than them. All of them. And Collin knew she wasn't evil, of course. She would find him first, pick up the wolf cub, and then fly with it to Los Angeles. There she would hide. She knew how to built dimensional hideouts, and warlocks couldn't be traced with tracking spells.