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That was the thing, she didn't know how anyone could help. The only person she knew off who could help her was Meredith and the other banshee wasn't exactly the more coherent at times. "I'm not sure you can help me, Scott. I'm just exhausted of sleepwalking my way into crime scenes, but it's a banshee thing that I can't really control." she looked over at him. "Thank you, though. It's really nice you want to help."

"You're a lot taller than me. Of course it's necessary." She pointed out as she stood on the small stool, her hands moving to his collar to tie the tie around his neck. "You're going to do great." she assured him as she worked on the tie. She had no doubt whatever the interview he was going for was for that Scott would do well. He'd been working really hard recently.

Hermione looked up as she heard the familiar voice and her hand automatically dropped, no longer reaching out towards the object she had come across at the Ministry. She wasn't going to ignore a warning not to touch something here of all places. The memory of the fight with Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries lingered, the night Sirius died after falling into the Veil. "Thank you for the warning... what does it do?" she asked curiously, she was still Hermione Granger after all, she might heed the warning, but she was still a know-it-all who wanted to know all about it.

She knew it, she didn't know how to explain how grateful she was, but she knew it. Bloom couldn't be sure what she did to deserve it but Jace was someone she felt safe with. Someone she could count on to be there for her. Like now. He was the one who came to rescue her from the mundane who had been kidnapping faeries. Her arms swung around him, her face burying against his shoulder. "I know."

"I can imagine what they say." She teased lightly as eyes moved to meet his as she grinned. Not that she was really surprised, she knew his reputation. Both from seeing him in action and from the way the other fae folk spoke of him. Some said he was the best Shadowhunter for a generation. "I'm just messing with you, I'm sure they do though, they're probably jealous. You have quite the reputation, even among the Downworlders."

"You're attire is very... interesting, my Lord. Is it American? My mama said there is some very unique and popular styles across the sea." Daphne smile brightly at the male before her. She rather enjoyed seeing these types of things. Unlike her brothers she would only ever travel the world if she was married and it was her husbands desire to travel.

“Sky, put me down!” She was struggling against his grip, but as he’d picked her up, the fire fairy couldn’t get enough traction to break free. Her eyes were amber as her magic tried to direct towards the individual Sky was currently keeping her back from. Her eyes changed back, calming as she didn’t want to hurt Sky, but she her gaze was still on the person who had insulted Terra to her face. Bloom could take people talking about her, she didn’t care, but talking about her friends? That was where she drew the line.

Clary looked over at the blonde, a nod moving in his direction. "All the time. Part of me wonders what would have happened if I hadn't went to the club on my birthday." The demon would have never followed her home. Her mom still alive, Simon still human, her none the wiser about the Shadow World. As much as she was glad she knew about all this now, she'd give it all up in a heartbeat to have her mom back.