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“jace?” it wasn’t all that implausible that he would find the blonde in washington. given that most of the other’s were all in the city as well. but izzy hadn’t mentioned anything about jace and knowing the fact that alec had no clue who they were he wasn’t sure if jace was affected or not.

she stopped on the sidewalk, paused on her typical stroll over to the library at the sight of the man in front of her. she should have just kept walking, the polite voice in her head said, but tessa couldn’t bring herself to listen to it. instead she spoke abruptly, training her narrowed eyes on the man that had caught her eye. “you have those tattoos. i’ve seen them before.” maybe it was too blunt, but really tessa was walking on eggshells, only small parts of her memories available and the rest just a pile of things that felt familiar. the tattoos felt familiar, so she wasn’t going to just let them out of her sight. “i know what they are i just.” she frowned at the man, eyes focused hard on the marks in front of her, but it ultimately didn’t give her any clarity. she groaned, ultimately just shaking her head in frustration. what was she thinking? this wasn’t actually helping, it never had. “sorry, i shouldn’t have bothered you.” tessa said, frustrated and tired and ready to walk away from this all before she made a fool out of herself. “i have a friend i can ask about it anyway. magnus will know.” surely he could tell her, and that hopefully wouldn’t be too directly about her memories, so she wouldn’t feel weird going to him for answers.

“i remember where i’ve heard the name herondale before.” it had been rattling in her mind, ever since he told her about the ring. it wasn’t the sort of puzzle tessa was used to, or really enjoyed. there was no digging she could do, no books to comb through to find the answers, she just had to hope her brain eventually gave her some idea, and most of the time it didn’t. maybe spending halloween mostly in, away from the chaos with a glass of warm tea had actually been more helpful than boring after all. “william herondale.” the name felt familiar, but not like something she said frequently. she was fairly confident he went by will, but that didn’t seem like the thing to say to a stranger while trying to piece together why you recognized their family ring. “i don’t know if it helps, or explains anything, or is even someone you know of, he very well may have existed over a century ago.” her time period difference made these things difficult. “but i definitely knew a william herondale. i think i knew him well.” considering her strong reaction to the ring and the immediate gut feeling that only made sense, and she was trying to be logical about this, approach it pragmatically to figure out as much as possible, no matter how many inexplicable memories tugged at her from the name alone.