Clarissa Morgenstern woke up to the sound of her alarm clock. This was it, today was the day she was going to go live at the institute in Manhattan, New York with her parents' friends, the Lightwoods.

She got dressed in black skinny jeans, knee high lace up boots and an orange short sleeved blouse, then went downstairs for her last morning with her family.

"Hey," said her brother, Jonathan, from the dining room table. Her mother, Jocelyn, and her father, Valentine, were there, too.

"Morning," said Clary.

"Are you fully packed?" asked Jocelyn, a piece of cinnamon toast in hand.

Clary nodded. Her dark brown leather luggage set was sitting on her bedroom floor, ready to be taken out.

Valentine smiled, "Good. Are you excited?"

Clary nodded. She sat at the closest seat, next to her brother, and took a plate from the stack that had been laid out, and took a piece of bread from the sitting out loaf, and popped it into the toaster that was sitting on the table, still warm from it's last use.

"You're sure you want to do this then?" asked Jonathan. "You can still change your mind."

Clary was offered the opportunity to go to Manhattan and live at the institute by Valentine. He'd thought it would be good for her and her brother to get out, and make friends, see the world, and get some demon killing experience. Jonathan had turned it down, having zero interest in leaving their secluded mansion in Idris. Clary, on the other hand, was lonely, and disliked always losing in the training sessions with Jonathan- not that she thought she'd do better elsewhere, but all Jonathan ever wanted to do was train with her. She found most of her free time occupied by drawing. "I'm sure."

"You've got everything?" asked Jocelyn. "Coat? Toothbrush? Stele?"

Clary looked at her luggage and her green velvet coat that she'd put on. "Yes, yes and yes," the sun had just gone down, and everything was lit by witchlight.

Jocelyn was getting a little teary. She gave Clary one last hug.

Valentine- who was standing next to Jocelyn- gave her a bit of a smile. "You be good. Don't forget your training, and remember what I taught you."

Clary nodded.

Jonathan wrapped his slightly muscular arms around her, "Write me," he said quietly in her ear. She could hear he was trying not to cry, but he wouldn't let their parents see- especially not Valentine.

"Alright," she whispered back, smiling. Jonathan had always been a good brother underneath his tough outer persona.

"Ready?" Asked Ragnor Fell, their family's most trusted Warlock friend.

Clary nodded and picked up her bags.

Fell aimed his hands at the outer wall of their house, and a giant doorway appeared.

Clary walked up to the portal and looked over her shoulder, "Bye," she said, then she stepped through.

It felt weird, Clary thought, to go through a portal. It felt like you got whirled around and spit out.

Clary saw a man waiting for her. He was Asian, and had spiky black hair with glitter in it, and he wore tight black leather pants with a blue army coat.

"Are you-"

"Magnus Bane," he said, "High warlock of Brooklyn. You're Clarissa Morgenstern?"

Clary nodded.

"Follow me."

Clary followed Magnus to the tall gates that said 'institute' on the front, and opened it with a key. She marveled at the glamoured building, disguised as an abandoned church. She followed him through the front door and into an old looking gated elevator. When the doors opened, he gestured for her to step out. She did, and he closed the gate behind her.

There was a woman waiting there for her. She had long black hair, and amazing blue eyes. There were two black haired teenagers behind her, one male, one female.

"You must be Clarissa," she said warmly. "You look just like Jocelyn did when she was your age. I'm Maryse Lightwood, and these are my children, Alec and Isabelle," She gestured to the teenagers.

The boy- Alec, had the same blue eyes as his mother, but not the same friendly expression. He seemed mildly cold, and stiffly nodded at her when he was gestured to.

The girl- Isabelle, was beautiful. She had long, straight black hair and black eyes. She was tall, too, and wore the highest heels Clary had ever seen. "Nice to meet you," she said. She seemed a little friendly, but not quite as friendly as her mother.

"You must be tired," said Maryse.

Truthfully, Clary wasn't that tired, but she just nodded politely.

"Isabelle? Will you show Clarissa to her room?"

"Clary," she corrected.

Maryse smiled and nodded towards Isabelle. "Clary, then. Isabelle, please show Clary to her room."

Isabelle nodded, "Follow me," she said.

Clary followed Isabelle down the hall, and into one of the doors.

The room was nice. Almost as nice as her room in Idris. She set her bags down, marveling at how formal and fancy it was.

"Bathroom's there," said Isabelle, pointing at a door that connected to her room. "Anything else I can get you?"

Clary shook her head, "Thank you," she said.

"Okay, call me if you need anything," with that said, she left the room, softly closing the door behind her.

Clary wasn't the slightest bit tired- she'd stayed up much later in Idris- so she unpacked her bags and put all of her belongings away. Then when she was done, she showered. After that, she sat on her new bed with her sketchpad and a pencil. She sketched what she remembered of the front of the institute, and by the time she was done, she felt tired. She burrowed under the covers, and went to sleep.

Clary woke up to the sunlight that poured through her window. She panicked momentarily before remembering where she was. She sat up and looked at the sunlight that was coming through her curtains.

'Morning sleepy head,' was something her mother would say when she came to wake her up in the morning. She half expected her to come in now.

Clary crawled out of the large king sized bed and up to the closet and pulled out an ocean blue knee length dress. She showered, and upon getting out, remembered that she had done so the previous night.

The dress was complimenting to her slight figure. It was slim fitting at the top, short sleeved, and loose at the skirt portion, and the color went well with her carroty curls. She paired it with shiny black ballet flats.

She cautiously opened the door and poked her head out. The hall was empty. She stepped out and gently clicked the door shut behind her.

She wandered down the hall for a few minutes, walking around and exploring. She was now thoroughly lost. She had found the hall again- or a hall that looked just like it- but wasn't sure which room was her's. She walked up and down the hall for a few minutes, trying to trigger a memory that would help her remember which room Isabelle had led her to the night before.

"Oh good, you're up."

Clary spun around to see Isabelle.

"Did you sleep well?" She asked.

"Yes, thank you," Clary didn't know what else to say.

"Good. Are you hungry?" asked Isabelle.

Clary was suddenly aware of her empty stomach and nodded.

"Come on, I'll show you where the kitchen's at."

Clary followed Isabelle to the kitchen. Maryse and Alec were there, as well as a short boy- who looked about ten- with brown hair and glasses, and rather attractive boy- who looked like a teenager- with golden blonde hair and eye catching gold eyes.

"Are you going to introduce me?" Asked the blonde boy.

"Jace, this is Clarissa Morgenstern. Clary, this is Jason Herondale, he lives here, too," said Isabelle.

"Nice to meet you, Clary," said Jace.


"I'm Max," said the small boy. Clary noticed he had a manga in hand.

"And this is my little brother, Max," Said Isabelle.

Maryse looked over her shoulder at Clary from her work on the stove. "Clary, would you like some pancakes?"

Clary nodded. "Yes, please," Clary noticed out of the corner of her eye that Jace was staring at her, she wondered why.

My name is Wisterian Princess- or, at least it was when I was writing this. I'm going to try and publish a new chapter every Sunday.

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