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From Alicante to The Apartment, New York, Saturday
This morning, in her bed at her father's house in Alicante, Isabelle had woken up to feeling uncomfortable. It hadn't taken her long to realize why. Overnight, she'd become -- well, the wrong shape for pretty much everything she'd been wearing to sleep in. So, right, they were doing this again. She would've assumed Fandom's magic couldn't work ( Read more... ) -
Angel Square, Alicante, Idris, Saturday
For the first time in a while, Isabelle had spent almost the entirety of her week in New York. She and Jace had been investigating a suspected shapeshifter incident for several days. Nothing had come out of it, ultimately, but she found she didn't mind. It had made her feel close to Jace. They hadn't been seeing each other enough, lately, and she ( Read more... ) -
The Apartment, New York, Friday
Since the half-move to Alicante back in August, Isabelle hadn't spent a whole ton of time in New York. Sure, she was at the Institute a lot, helping her mother and using the training rooms with her brothers and Clary, but as the months had rolled on she'd found herself thinking of Alicante more and more as home. Even with the unease of sharing a ( Read more... ) -
Robert Lightwood's House, Alicante, Idris, Saturday
For something Isabelle genuinely wanted to do, this had been kind of an ordeal. No one had actually opposed to her declaration that she was going to start splitting her time between Idris and New York a little more evenly. But moving in with her father, as a reality? He was awkward about it, at best - even if it was in his own, gruffly restrained ( Read more... ) -
The Academy, Idris, Sunday
There was no real reason for Isabelle to be here today. No anniversary, no holiday, no pressing concern that needed to be dealt with. All she had was a whim. And a bag stuffed with the makings of a picnic, which she'd picked up in Alicante ( Read more... ) -
The Apartment, New York, Monday
At her core, Isabelle didn't much identify as American. If anything, she was a New Yorker, but a nationality? She didn't really have one. She was a Shadowhunter, first and foremost. And they had their own holidays and traditions. They didn't tend to get too tangled up in the traditions of wherever they were stationed. No matter if they lived there ( Read more... ) -
The Apartment, New York, Friday
It was about time for Flick to return to Idris ( Read more... ) -
The Apartment, New York, Friday
Isabelle's day had been a productive one - by Isabelle's standards which had a great deal to do with fashion and violence. For the first part of the day, she'd been out shopping. With Magnus, which meant there'd been a fair deal of shopping done for people who weren't them. Look, Alec, sometimes your clothes were tragic and other people knew better ( Read more... ) -
The Apartment, New York, Sunday
Isabelle was in her element. Not only was her boyfriend home - and not just visiting for the day but on actual break - but she was also cooking for him. That's right, their kitchen was a happy mess of various kinds of ingredients and pots and pans with --
With, well, something cooking in them. It was honestly hard to tell what it was by the smell ( Read more... ) -
The Apartment, New York, Saturday Morning
You'd think Jane would have been used to waking up in strange places by now.
But you'd be wrong. Because when she woke up here, her heart was pounding. She could have done without ever feeling like she didn't know where she was and why ever again. It was only a small comfort that at least she ( Read more... )