new york; sunday

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It was mere days before Flick left for Idris. He'd done some packing but most of his junk was still spread out across the bedroom. There were boxes around the place where they'd bought stuff and hadn't placed it just yet. Flick was taking a break right now since Isabelle had been called to the Institute for something or other. He didn't know.

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There was a knock on the door.

Short and precise.

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Flick almost didn't hear the knock, so into what he was doing. But, when he did, he got up and went to open the door.

"You forget your ke -- " Okay, that was not Isabelle at the door. That was a Lightwood but not the one he was used to seeing. "Mrs. Lightwood?"

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It was an easy mistake to make. Maryse gave him a tiny nod in greeting.

"May I come in?"

She was being polite, but even standing in his doorway, she was nothing short of regal.

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"Of course," Flick said, unable not to sound surprised at seeing her at his door. He stepped aside. "Everything all right?"

He was suddenly embarrassed at the mess inside the apartment. It wasn't chaotic but it did look like someone was moving in with the boxes and bags.