This is for my lovely, wonderfull and very talented Beta, who has stories under the name blackwitchkarma. You are a life saver, do you know that? I swear that the only reason I haven't read your fanfics is cuz they're all about that Bleach-thingy. I'm sure they're great, and all that! =P

Disclaimer: I don't own Mortal Instruments. The wonderful Cassandra Clare does! Lucky her...

An Announcement

"Good morning!" called Isabelle, bursting through the door without warning. Clary jumped, and quickly pulled on the tank top hanging on her chair.

"Luke let us in," came Jace's voice as he, too, edged in the door. He was juggling three steaming mugs of coffee and a paper bag that smelled of cinnamon. Clary heard her stomach rumble even as she smiled at him.

"Nice hair," he commented as he sat on her desk, pushing her pad a heap of pencils out of the way. Clary shot him a glare before giving Isabelle an entreating look. Isabelle grabbed the brush and hairdryer off Clary's bed, and began to tackle the mass of damp curls.

Jace handed her a mug of coffe and a cinnamon bun like a peace offering, and she stopped shooting him death glares.

"So, what are we doing today?" asked Clary. She had been studying in the Institute with them for the last few months. As a result, she and Isabelle had grown much closer. When they had returned from Idris, Isabelle had been completely torn up about Max, blaming everything on herself, and Clary had to adjust to a whole new way of life. Somewhere along the line, they had really bonded. Jace was pleased and peeved about this in equal measures.

"I'm going to go to school," announced Isabelle cheerfully.

Jace choked inelegantly on his drink, and Clary turned to look at her in absolute disbelief, nearly dropping her mug in the process.

"What?" Jace finally managed a single word. Isabelle decided that no matter how horrible school might be, it would be worth it, if only for his reaction. She had never seen Jace this shocked . Ever.

"Izzy," Clary said, a frown appearing on her face. "Please tell me I'm wrong, and this has nothing to do with Simon?"

Isabelle scowled, Clary knew her too well. And as usual, she was right. It wasn't fair! Why should that werewolf girl be allowed to go to school with Simon, and not her? In any other circumstances, she would have liked Maia, who was funny and easy going. Even if she had no dress sense whatsoever. But as far as this issue went, she was not prepared to step down or lose focus. She had seen him first. Hell, she had kissed him first. He was hers, Maia or no Maia.

Clary caught the determined look in her eyes and groaned. "This is about him, isn't it? Izzy, let this one go. School's no fun anyway."

I should have seen this coming, Clary realised. Ever since Maia had decided to give school another go, Isabelle had become increasingly jealous. This would end badly – Isabelle wasn't cut out for mundane school.

Isabelle, on the other hand, was feeling smug. She resisted the temptation to laugh. Not only was she going to be with Simon, but she would still be spending time with Clary. And Clary had absolutely no clue. Yes, this was perfect.

My first ever fanfic... so R&R - I react well to critisizm, I swear =]