++++++ So I'll clear some things before I continue, this will be along the lines of the original story line. For now it's just covering City of Bones.
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Standing at the entrance of the New York Institute, arms crossed against her chest, she waited with baited breath as her young charges came down the stairs decked out and ready to party. "Where do you think you're going against orders?" she hissed, voice laced with venom and ice.
Gabriella Herondale had only been at the New York Institute for forty-eight hours and had already found cause for concern amongst the inhabitants living there. As the granddaughter of the Clave's Inquisitor, Imogen Herondale, Gabriella had one task here and that was the assess the fitness of the Lightwood's in their management of the Institute, a task she gladly took on.
Right now…things we're looking too good for the Lightwood family and it had started with an ordinary mundane girl by the name of Clarissa Fray.
"Can I asked where you think you're going?" Gabriella demanded the group of teens. "You weren't given the green light to go out so what exactly are you doing?" A by the books kind of Shadowhunter, Gabriella had already heard one Jace Wayland curse her with demonpox the moment she arrived.
"Gabriella," Jace frowned, seeing her standing there in front of the door. "We're heading out."
"I can see that," she replied, not budging. "I was informed of your little adventure with the Silent Brothers and the result of that adventure. Magnus Bane, I believe." Gabriella's arrival at the New York Institute had been rather sudden, they hadn't even been informed of her arrival until she arrived on their doorstep with enough clothes for an extended stay. The official reason was for an evaluation of how the Institute was run-unofficially, Gabriella's werewolf boyfriend had moved to New York from London so it was time for a change.
"You gonna run to grandmummy and dob on us?" Jace teased.
Gabriella glared him down. "I would hold the tongue if I were you. The Lightwood's are under evaluation for the way they run things. They can easily be replaced by a more efficient family. Bringing mundanes into the institute is virtually unheard of. It's not looking good."
"Go back to Idris, Gabby," snipped Isabelle Lightwood in all her sixteen years.
Gabriella shot her a glare that could kill if glares could kill. "Do not call me Gabby," she snapped. "Alec you know better than this."
Jace laughed. "Oh look at you…been told off by your betrothed."
Alec Lightwood gave Jace a glare that could kill in equal amounts of pain. It was a sore spot between him and Gabriella being betrothed from such a young age, despite Gabriella being three years older than him and the past indiscretions of the Lightwood family, the contract still stood in the eyes of the Clave.
"Oh look," Jace smirked, "matching death glares…please organize the wedding feast already."
"Please." Clarissa, or as she preferred to be called, Clary, stepped out from behind Jace and her mundane friend. "Please, I need this block on my mind remove. I have to save my mother."
"I wouldn't know, my mother was an unfit wreck and gave up the right to raise me," Gabriella deadpanned, "don't play the mother card on me, little mundane. Back upstairs, now. You're not even full Shadowhunter's yet."
"Lighten up, Gabby," Jace scoffed, making the move to walk by her.
Gabriella swung her leg out and knocked him to the ground. "Do not call me Gabby."
"Gabriella," Clary frowned, "please. I just want my life to go back to normal but to do that I need to go find this Magnus Bane guy to help me. You say that they're not full shadowhunter's yet. Well shouldn't one like you be helping me?"
The Shadowhunter bit her lip. "Very well!" Gabriella huffed. "If you insist on going then I'm going with you."
"Huh?" Jace grunted. "You're not."
"Think of it as an evaluation on what the Lightwood's are teaching you," Gabriella suggested, flicking her dirty blonde hair off her shoulder.
It was only then did Jace realized that instead of the Shadowhunter gear she had been wearing the past few days had been replaced with a tiny mini dress made out of mostly fabric and lace-he did not want to know where she had her weapons in that outfit. She was wearing heals higher than any Izzy owned and wearing just as much makeup. She grabbed her jacket from the floor and allowed them to walk by her.
"It's going to be a long night," Gabriella muttered under her breath.
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"Keep up, Clarissa," Gabriella barked, marching confidently down the largely industrial neighborhood in Brooklyn. In six inch heals it was hard for Clary to see how both Isabelle and Gabriella could both walk…no…practically run in heals that high.
From the Institute the group of Shadowhunter plus mundanes had taken the subway to get to Brooklyn, Isabella was in charge of the directions despite the fact that Gabriella knew exactly where they were going. Beside Isabelle stumbled Clary's mundane friend Simon Lewis feigning interest in the sensor she was using. Occasionally Gabriella would see him taking a quick look at her boobs.
"Gabby how on earth do you know where we're going?" Jace asked, matching pace beside the blonde warrior.
"My grandmother has sent me, on occasion to speak with the warlock," she answered coldly.
"Does anyone else think they look like brother and sister?" Simon suddenly asked, fiddling with his glasses on his face.
Gabriella and Jace stopped dead in the middle of the street, Isabelle and Alec almost crashing straight into the two blondes.
"I'd actually rather die of demon pox," Gabriella snipped, walking ahead of the group. She continued on away from them until she found what she was looking for. The street was lined with motorcycles; black, sleek and silvery motorcycles. "You didn't imply this party had vampires in attendance. I do not like vampires."
"They don't like you, Gabby," Jace smirked, patting her shoulder.
"Do not, call me Gabby!" Gabriella snapped, ready to give chase. Alec put his hand on her shoulder to stop her from going after him. She turned around, "as much as I appreciated your efforts to protect your parabatai I wish Jace would take this seriously. He's breaking Clave rules and flaunting it like it's a new dress. This will have serious consequences."
"I don't like this as much as you," Alec replied. Now it was just the two of them standing outside the building. "The sooner we get this sorted, the sooner we can get everything back to normal."
"Are you two swapping wedding vows!" Jace called out. "Come on!"
Gabriella and Alec gritted their teeth and followed the sound of Jace's voice. After all, he wasn't hard to find considering he loved the sound of his own voice so much.
Isabelle was at the head of the group. She pressed the doorbell and waited.
No one came.
She pushed it a second time and almost a third time before the door was wrenched open by a young woman wearing a red and black dress. Gabriella narrowed her eyes, she looked so familiar but the Shadowhunter couldn't place it.
"Children of the Nephilim were not invited," the raven haired beauty answered.
"I have an invitation!" Isabelle grinned, waving it in front of her blue eyes. "These are my plus ones."
She paused and shook her head. "Magnus must have been drunk when he handed them out." She stepped aside, "come in. Try not to murder any of his guests."
"If Children of the Nephilim were not invited, what are you doing here?" Jace asked, staring the woman down.
"We'll be having none of that here," she replied, plucking the stele from Jace's hands quickly and rather suddenly. "Keep it in your pants."
Jace looked slightly offended.
"I know you," Gabriella gasped. "Esme Nighthallow. You're wanted by the Clave!"
"It's Ravenscar," she replied, "and so help you if you try and take me here and now because I will end you. Shadowhunter's greater than you have failed to do what you desire to do so. Now please, come in and remember what I said, no killing the guests."
"We're looking for Magnus Bane!" Clary cut in.
"Upstairs," Esme directed them. "Enjoy the party."