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@halexstorm - Time Period: 1978

“Well, there are always other careers. Besides, look over the history of the world and trust me, most men with crowns on their heads end up getting those heads cut off.” Jennifer said wryly, putting the flash card down. “You know, when you invited me over I wasn’t expecting to help you with your college work.” Not that she minded; things had been tricky with Cora when she’d first inserted herself into Derek’s life and by this point they were able to spend time with one another in general enjoyment. 

“Okay, so never mind Edward IV’s not so wonderful reign, how about we talk about something else?” Jennifer asked, “Preferably over wine?” she cajoled, elbowing the other lightly in the side, “C’mon! There’s a new bar in the french quarter and apparently they have live music! I can be much more help teaching you dance moves than I can revising about monarchies.”

Peering over the screen of her Nintendo 3DS, she eyed the younger Hale across the room. “Spirits, you are so dramatic.” Shaking her head, Bonnie returned her focus to her game, thumbs working the D-pad and face buttons as she fought her way to the next level. 

Ever since their “Girl’s Night” Bonnie had made frequent visits to the Bayou for the soul purpose of hanging out with Cora. The two of them couldn’t be any more different, but Bonnie enjoyed her company anyway. It must have been a Hale thing, because they didn’t have to be doing anything for Bonnie to be happy as a clam… which was a really weird way to measure happiness, but whatever. Clams were content and so was she. 

Today she’d dropped in unannounced, left her shoes at the door, and plopped herself down on Cora’s couch. Preemptively at the “make yourself at home” stage of their friendship, Bonnie had whipped out her 3DS and had why-what’s-up-with-you’d her way through an explanation as to why she’d come over. There wasn’t a why, not one that she could explain. Cora was a cold, unapproachable, bitey wall of antipathy, and yet… and yet, she was more. She was someone who listened and who cared, who acted like she didn’t because keeping people at arm’s length was safer. 

Bonnie didn’t know what it was about surly tempered werewolves that drew her in like honey. Maybe it was the fact that it was pretty antithetical to her own temperament, and the balance made her happy, kept things chill. She wasn’t about to question the magic. 

After he’d turned, Raphael had taken a shine to him. Maybe out of duty in the beginning, to take care of the fledgling that had no where else to turn after the former vampire leader turned him without his permission. Regardless, the two had grown close in that short span of time. Which was why Simon shouldn’t have been surprised, he supposed, when Raphael was so hurt when Simon had put Clary and her needs over the rest of the vampires.

That had been years ago at this point, but how swiftly he’d lost that connection still hurt Simon. He didn’t regret helping his best friend, but he did regret hurting Raphael in the process. It had wound up being safer for him to just...leave New York entirely, to find another little clan of vampires to take him in. He’d kept in contact with his little band of Shadowhunters.

But he was back in the city now, having missed his friends too much to really stay away and hoping Raphael’s vampires weren’t out for his head anymore. What he wasn’t expecting was to actually run into Raphael one night when he was heading from Luke’s to the Institute. Had his heart still been beating, it would have flipped in his chest. As it were, he shifted awkwardly on his feet, hands shoving deeper into his jacket pockets.

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Even after being at the New York Institute for over two years, Lucas still kind of felt left out. A lot of the other Shadowhunters were older than him, didn’t take him as seriously. Or they knew about what happened in Texas and were wary of him messing something up.

“Hey, you need some backup on patrol tonight?” he asked, coming up to his fellow Shadowhunter. He was already ready to go out, dressed, Seraph blade tucked away He offered a smile. “I’ll come along?”

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Vincent was starting to regret staying in New York when Valentine resurfaced. He should've just packed up and gotten out of town until it was all over. He wouldn't be wrapped up in what he was now had he done that.

But no. He'd stayed. And Magnus had enlisted him and another Warlock to assist him in making a tracking spell that would hopefully get past whatever wards and protections the man had set up and actually finally find him. Magnus had given them the spell, it was just up to him and Audrey to get the stuff for it together and work it. Which with how complex it looked was easier said than done.

"I've got a contact over in Egypt looking some of the...more exotic ingredients," he commented as he leaned against the counter in his shop, looking the spell over again. "I should be hearing from him some time tomorrow." Lord knew he was paying a pretty penny for results.