New York, Monday Morning
There'd been a wedding outside the city last night, at Luke's country house. Everyone had been there, even both Isabelle's parents who'd apparently decided to pretend things were fine enough that they could actually stand side by side.
Simon had been there too.
They'd gone to get him on Saturday, her and Magnus and Clary. Such a weird thing. He didn't remember them, and yet he'd named his band The Mortal Instruments. They were pulling him back into the fold. He'd become a Shadowhunter. Things would be okay.
But that wasn't at the forefront of Isabelle's mind now. She was with Flick, and they were standing in the street not too far from the Institute, but not too close either, outside an old, imposingly tall building. Isabelle was smiling up at it.
"Looks promisingly classy, doesn't it?"
[ooc: NFB, for the boy, plz.]
Simon had been there too.
They'd gone to get him on Saturday, her and Magnus and Clary. Such a weird thing. He didn't remember them, and yet he'd named his band The Mortal Instruments. They were pulling him back into the fold. He'd become a Shadowhunter. Things would be okay.
But that wasn't at the forefront of Isabelle's mind now. She was with Flick, and they were standing in the street not too far from the Institute, but not too close either, outside an old, imposingly tall building. Isabelle was smiling up at it.
"Looks promisingly classy, doesn't it?"
[ooc: NFB, for the boy, plz.]