The Institute, New York, Tuesday
Today was the day.
They were all gathered in the Institute's garden. Clary, Jace, Alec, Magnus. Simon had just arrived, looking like desperately didn't want anyone to think he was exactly as nervous as he had every right to be. The conversation was stilted, and awkward, in the way you could expect it to be when one person in a group couldn't remember the vast majority of his shared history with everyone else, while everyone else could.
And then there was Isabelle.
And Flick.
She'd pulled him aside, a little further from the group. She could feel Alec casting covert glances their way, but she was ignoring it. "Do you have everything?" she asked, like she hadn't already asked that at the apartment.
[ooc: NFB, for the guy, and referencing Tales from Shadowhunter Academy story #1!]
They were all gathered in the Institute's garden. Clary, Jace, Alec, Magnus. Simon had just arrived, looking like desperately didn't want anyone to think he was exactly as nervous as he had every right to be. The conversation was stilted, and awkward, in the way you could expect it to be when one person in a group couldn't remember the vast majority of his shared history with everyone else, while everyone else could.
And then there was Isabelle.
And Flick.
She'd pulled him aside, a little further from the group. She could feel Alec casting covert glances their way, but she was ignoring it. "Do you have everything?" she asked, like she hadn't already asked that at the apartment.
[ooc: NFB, for the guy, and referencing Tales from Shadowhunter Academy story #1!]