"I'm not here. Leave it."

Flick hadn't been able to get out of the Academy on the exact day of Isabelle's birthday but one day late wasn't too bad, was it? Flick didn't think so. He hadn't even gone to New York to grab Isabelle, just texted her an address, a voucher for a portal and was now waiting for her. His bags had already been unpacked and now was standing on the ( Read more... )

Anytime Flick managed to get away from the Academy, he made sure to eat as much as he could. The food at the Academy hadn't gotten any better so he liked to make up for lost time when it came to meals. He never suffered for food at the Academy but it wasn't like he could get burgers and fries there. It was all soup, broth, or stew with the ( Read more... )

Flick had been trying to get home for his birthday. The Academy wasn't too strict about keeping him there and, even if they were, he just would have sneaked out anyway. What were they going to do, expel him? Okay, they probably would expel him and then he'd get yelled at by multiple Lightwoods and Joi and everyone else in the world. So, it was ( Read more... )

It had been an unremarkable few weeks back in Idris. Flick had been pleased to see Simon and George but other than that, everything remained the same. Cartwright remained insufferable and Flick was almost pleased to see that. It just meant things were status quo, back to normal, back to the grind ( Read more... )

His break was slowly drawing to a close. Flick had tried to ignore it but as each day ticked by, he knew he'd have to go back and restart his training. It wasn't that he didn't want to (he did) but he also didn't want to leave New York and his friends and Isabelle ( Read more... )

It was Valentine's Day ( Read more... )

There were a lot of things Flick enjoyed about being back at home. Idris was a beautiful country but this was the big city and that's where his heart was anchored. He loved being able to get up early and go get he and Isabelle breakfast from a shop that was open. He loved being able to sleep in and not having to worry about classes or physical ( Read more... )

With exams behind them and only one more week before the end-of-year party and summer vacation, Shadowhunter Academy felt more like camp than school. Flick couldn’t believe he’d been here the whole school year; he couldn’t believe he’d survived the year. He’d learned Latin, runic writing, and a smattering of Chthonian; he’d fought tiny demons in ( Read more... )

Isabelle had said she wanted to make the best of her time at the Academy, and she’d proposed they not make it any harder than it needed to be. Unfortunately, Flick soon discovered, these two things were mutually exclusive. Because Isabelle’s version of making the best of things involved Isabelle stretched out like a cat on one of the student lounge ( Read more... )