Outside Room 512, So Late Sunday It's Really Monday
The good news was that Jace was alive. Of course, Isabelle had believed he was alive this entire time, but confirmation was a good thing to have. But that was where the good news ended, because Jace was with Sebastian, as they'd feared. And - according to Clary, who had seen them in the Institute's library - he seemed like a willing accomplice. Isabelle hoped it was an act. That he was tricking Sebastian and just couldn't risk sending a message to them. And they couldn't tell the Clave. If the Clave thought Jace was cooperating with Sebastian, the mandate would be to kill him on sight, because that was the Law. Sed lex dura lex, and Isabelle had never hated that fact more than right now.
And they couldn't go back to the Seelie Queen because Clary had gotten so upset she'd forgotten to get the rings.
So now all they could do was talk to Magnus and see if he had any insight. He wouldn't go to the Council despite being a member, because of Alec, and he'd been trying to decode Lilith's spell since the night Jace had disappeared, anyway. But Magnus had been busy all of Sunday. Alec had gone to him in the evening, but last Isabelle had heard, they weren't going to do anything before the morning.
And Isabelle had felt sick and angry, and a multitude of other things, and, well. Long story short: she'd ended up back on the island in the middle of the night. She needed Flick. But she didn't want to need Flick, and anyway, Flick was sick and she had the sickening feeling it was because of her, and that made her feel guilty, and she hated feeling guilty, especially over some mundie boy, and then she decided Flick probably wasn't even on the island, anyway, because he was probably hiding out in New York or Connecticut or something, like an idiot, so she ended up waltzing two doors past his, and banging her fist against the door to room 512 instead. Sharply. Also loudly.
Maybe she'd had a drink or two already. Or maybe she was just this off her balance for other reasons.
[ooc: NFB, and for the guy mentioned, pls and thank you! Summary and some of the content in the thread from City of Lost Souls. Up early as hell because Europeans. ETA: Warning for light alcohol abuse.]
And they couldn't go back to the Seelie Queen because Clary had gotten so upset she'd forgotten to get the rings.
So now all they could do was talk to Magnus and see if he had any insight. He wouldn't go to the Council despite being a member, because of Alec, and he'd been trying to decode Lilith's spell since the night Jace had disappeared, anyway. But Magnus had been busy all of Sunday. Alec had gone to him in the evening, but last Isabelle had heard, they weren't going to do anything before the morning.
And Isabelle had felt sick and angry, and a multitude of other things, and, well. Long story short: she'd ended up back on the island in the middle of the night. She needed Flick. But she didn't want to need Flick, and anyway, Flick was sick and she had the sickening feeling it was because of her, and that made her feel guilty, and she hated feeling guilty, especially over some mundie boy, and then she decided Flick probably wasn't even on the island, anyway, because he was probably hiding out in New York or Connecticut or something, like an idiot, so she ended up waltzing two doors past his, and banging her fist against the door to room 512 instead. Sharply. Also loudly.
Maybe she'd had a drink or two already. Or maybe she was just this off her balance for other reasons.
[ooc: NFB, and for the guy mentioned, pls and thank you! Summary and some of the content in the thread from City of Lost Souls. Up early as hell because Europeans. ETA: Warning for light alcohol abuse.]