Author's Note: Hi guys! This idea came to me and I just had to write a fanfic about it so, I hope you like it! Review and tell me what you think. On another note I am working on some Infernal Devices fanfics and they should be up soon. Review please!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments.

Chapter 1: The Announcement

Knock, knock.

"Who is it?" Isabelle asked while lazily unfolding herself from the pink overstuffed chair in the corner of her room. Slowly trudging her way toward the door, through the rubble that covered her floor.

"Me" came the cheery reply.

"Alright, 'me.'" Isabelle said irritability while nimbly jumping over a pile of clothing at least two feet in height and barley missing stepping on a dagger, sticking out of the filth. She swiped it off the floor, to prevent the accidental loss of a toe.

Isabelle flung open the door, revealing a petite redhead in shorts and a purple tee-shirt.

"Hey Izzy," then seeing the weapon in Isabelle's hand continued, "whoa, no need to stab me. I just came to tell you Maryse said to get you up, she has an important announcement to make."

"Hi Clary" she said none too kindly, not really wanting company or an "important announcement" at this time of the morning.

Clary eyed the current horrendous state of her bedroom over Isabelle's shoulder.

"Well, tell them I'll be down in a few once I find something suitable to wear in this,…" she stopped glancing at the room, the floor wasn't visible being it was strewn with an assortment of clothing, shoes and oddly enough, weapons. Furniture was haphazardly "decorated" with various items of clothing.

Jace, coming down the hall while eating a banana finished for her, "bio-hazard". And swiftly, without stopping moved down the hall, disappearing.

With a huff she shut her bedroom door and began the perilous task of getting ready. Stroking her chin thoughtfully she regarded the room. She searched desperately for her black lace-up boots. On was, for some unknown reason, in her desk drawer. She fished it out along with a silver tank-top. She held up the tank-top and inspected it thoughtfully saying, "so that's where that was," a without a backwards glance, threw the immensely important object onto the headboard of the bead. A place where apparently, designated for special clothing.

She sighed and dropped to her knees, searching for the boot's mate, waving her arms around in an attempt to grasp a hold of the missing shoe. She pulled out a gleaming seraph blade, no. A hot pink bra, no. A pair of fishnet stockings, NO! Then with one last attempt, she felt around and caught something furry in her hand. At that a hiss and a screech emerged from beneath the bed. And Church streaked out, searching in vain for an exit. Then her hand struck something rough and made of leather. Isabelle pulled out the boot in triumph. Now all she had to do was salvage the remaining items in order to have a complete outfit from her mess of a room.

!

"Mr. Bane, would you kindly remove your feet from my coffee table" Maryse said, making her presence known. She looked very much the head figure of the house she was in her ash gray suit with her hair in a severe bun.

Magnus couldn't seem to remove his feet fast enough. Maryse ignored his sudden obedience and began her speech. All at once, spoons were abandoned into cereal bowls with a clink. Books, phones and other objects of entertainment were forgotten.

"Now this may come as a shock, being on such short notice but, it seems the Clave has decided…Magnus Bane are you listening to me!" Maryse demanded, staring a hole through the warlock who was currently engrossed in whatever was playing out on the screen of his iPhone. He looked up like a child caught by a teacher.

"Sorry, I was checking my facebook." He said by way of apology.

Alec, glanced at the light-up screen in Magnus' hand from where he sat next to him. "Are you really posting that?" He asked, looking appalled.

Clary looked over in interest, wrinkling her forehead in surprise, "Magnus, is there anything you refrain from sharing publically?"

Maryse cleared her throat, redirecting the room's attention from Magnus' appalling facebook status back to Maryse.

"This news that I was trying to share with you will affect you greatly so I suggest you listen. The Clave has decided upon creating a school for young shadowhunters. And you are all required to attend."

Cliffhanger, well kind of. Review!