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Celine Herondale

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a character in “Salient Descendants”, as played by catmint

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Full Name: Celine Jocelyn Madeline Herondale

Nickname: N/A

Birthday: June 23

Star Sign: Cancer

Age: 16

Gender: female

Sexual Preference: opposite gender (Straight af)

Species: Nephilum (Shadowhunter)


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Celine is fairly short, about 1.4 metres tall. She has waist length light blonde hair that she leaves out unless she's preparing for a fight. IN that case, she ties it back into a long plait. She has multi-coloured eyes, one green and one cloudy-grey-blue. No one knows where the blue eye came from considering her parents have green and gold eyes. Celine prioritises her comfort over looking pretty, usually she'll be wearing some oversized hoodie and jeans. She hardly ever wears dresses (unless they're woollen and actually comfy) or any type of shoes except uggboots unless she's going into battle. She never wears makeup except for this one time her Aunt Isabelle insisted because she thought it'd make her look "even prettier than she already does".
This did not end well.

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Extremely shy and hardly ever speaks to anyone except Finn and her parents. Even then, it’s rarely. Like her brother, she is exceptionally good at fighting and is incredibly beautiful but she refuses to admit either. She suffers from social anxiety so people only see what she’s truly like when she’s out in the field, protecting the ones she loves.
Although Celine is possibly one of the best Shadowhunters her age, she never brags about it and prefers to train alone so as not to have people staring at her. She is almost too modest and has a ridiculous of empathy that she keeps to herself because she's far too shy to ask if the person is okay. Inside her head, she often creates scenarios of her being brave and talking like she used to but she knows none of these things will ever happen. To Celine, the characters she reads about in her books are her friends and the only people she ever has a full conversation with besides her mother and father, although the conversations with her parents are much shorter and quieter. Once, Christopher caught her talking to a book and was so shocked at the sound of Celine's voice being used so much he just kind of slowly back away.
Despite all this, Celine isn't unhappy. She enjoys keeping to herself most of the time and would one day like a pet cat like Church of her own to talk to .

History:
Born in the New York Institute to Clary and Jace Herondale. Brought up amongst Hazel, Finnigan and Savannah. She was close to all of them but Hazel because she was always a little scared of her.

Up until the age of nine, Celine spoke much more than she does currently. This all changed when she heard a tapping noise on her window one night. Celine, having read many stories about princes and princesses at that age, assumed it was her "handsome prince come to take her away". She opened her window and looked down the four floors to the street below to see a boy around her age looking back up at her. He smiled and beckoned her to come down. Nine-year-old Celine didn't stop to think how his pebbles could have reached her window on the fourth floor or why he was standing just outside the Institute boundaries. She tiptoed down the stairs and out the door to meet the boy. The moment she set foot outside the Institute grounds, the boy grabbed her and morphed into a hideous demon. It dug its claws into her arms and covered her mouth so no one would hear her cries for help. It bit her, injecting poison and by the time Jace realised she was missing and ran outside, Celine was bleeding out, poisoned and almost dead. The demon was killed and she was brought straight to the infirmary where her wounds were treated and she made a full recovery. After that experience, however, she was never quite the same and now never speaks to anyone just for the sake of it, only when she has to.

She cut off all verbal contact to anyone she wasn't directly related to by blood.



Likes:
Reading
Training alone
Wearing comfy clothes
Museli
Video games
Rain

Dislikes:
Crowds
Outdoors
Loud noises/voices
Green cordial

Fears:
Abandonment
Hazel
The dark
Strange boys in the street at night
Any noise against her window

Strengths:
Excels in most weaponry
Cautious about potentially dangerous situations
Knows how to repair wounds without runes
Has memorised hundreds of runes
Has knowledge in many topics including magic and Mundane culture

Weaknesses:
Barely goes outside unless necessary
Anxious about SO many things
Does not have many friends

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Jonathan "Jace" Herondale - father
Clarissa "Clary" Fairchild - mother
Christopher Herondale - brother


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So begins...

Celine Herondale's Story

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Celine peeped her head around the ornate corner of the large rectangular doorway that lead into the dining hall, clutching the book she had been reading all night. She could see Hazel rummaging through what was commonly referred to as 'The Cupboard of Pastry' between her and Finn. Even though she rarely spoke to him, they often wrote notes to each other and had come up with several strange names for random places in the Institute.

Celine was waiting to see what Hazel would do when she realised there were no pastries left. Celine had already checked this morning and she hadn't been able to find any food except a not-quite-ripe tomato. How did all the food disappear so quickly? She was a little afraid of Hazel - not so much that she couldn't be in the same room as her but Celine had seen Hazel's annoyance at the lack of food in the Institute before.

It could get pretty intense.

Celine saw Hazel open the cupboard, pause for a moment and then yell, "For fucks sake!". Celine struggled to hold back a giggle, amused by Hazel's reaction to the absence of food. Hazel flopped onto a seat and lay her body on the bench, looking slightly defeated and frustrated.

Celine waited a minute or so before cautiously rounding the corner and stepping quietly into the dining hall. No one noticed her. She slunk to the farthest seat away from everyone else and sat down, opened her book and began to read.

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After just the right amount of time to create a dramatic effect to her displeasure at no pastry, Hazel slowly reached her head up just enough to scan the kitchen. There was just enough milk and coffee beans to make herself a cup. She dragged herself up slowly and walked over to the coffee machine. Her favourite mug was the massive one with Vincent van Gogh 'Starry night' that Alec had brought her. Apparently Magnu had met Vincent van Gogh but Hazel was unsure if that was true.

She blankly stared at the coffee machine as it prepared her coffee quietly humming along to a song that she could not recall the name to. The coffee machine made the strange grunt noise that Hazel was all to familiar with that meant that it was done. She blinked a few times and grabbed her mug with both hands and shuffled back out to the dining hall.

Celine was sitting reading her book. God she was weird. Hazel knew it was because she was fucking traumatised when she was tiny but still. Apart from all the weirdness sometimes it was nice having somebody that didn't want to babble to Hazel 24/7. "Morning Celine" Hazel said just loud enough for her to hear then headed over to where there was a big old encyclopedia on a shelf. On the inside was a cut out shape of a leather bound notebook with the scrawled handwriting of 7 year old Hazel reading "HAZEL MAX BANE'S DO NOT TOUCH OR YOU DIE" in sharpie across the front. Magus had put some strange charm on it that made it practically non existent to other people and magically seemed to have an endless supply of new pages but she could always go back to whatever page she wanted. Apparently the notebook would look like good as new and would have no trace of what she had written.

The coffee burnt her tongue as she took a sip and she brought a pen out to write.

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Oh no...
Celine, having hear Hazel and Christopher's entire exchange, knew a vulgar insult was about to emerge from Christopher mouth. She silently slipped under the table and curled into a ball.

"I'm sorry that my top quality weight loss program has failed to rid you of that hideous weight on your back."

There is was.

Christopher had taken things just a little too far...

Celine knew at that moment that she'd be spending a long while under that table. She picked up her book and continued reading, trying to ignore the war going on around her.

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Celine listened absentmindedly to Hazel and Christoper's argument from under the table, attempting (and failing) to read her book - A Tale of Two Cities - in peace.

"Wow good one. What a kind soul you are hey? Tell you what Kit honey, maybe when you get some morals you get back to me... No wonder you have no friends except the cat."

Celine peeped her head just slightly out from under the table, looking at what was happening over one of the bench seats.

"Oh by the way, here is your fucking cereal."

Celine didn't see exactly where the cereal came from but the next thing she knew was that Christopher was covered in it.

Under different circumstances, it would've been hilarious.

Celine watched as Magnus ran after Hazel and Alec looked at Christopher in disappointment, said his name and then also left the room. Christopher angrily kicked a pile of cereal that had gathered at him feet and stormed out, probably going to climb onto the roof to see Church.

Celine had caught him in the act one night when she was young. She'd been chasing Church through the Institute corridors and when the cat had jumped out a window and onto the roof, Celine had heard Christopher talking to him actually calm for once. So she'd left him alone and never said a word about it (not that she would have anyway).

Celine crawled out from under the table, clutching A Tale of Two Cities to her chest. She sighed, even though she was afraid of Hazel, she wanted to apologise for her brothers unacceptable actions. She often wanted to do this but had no idea how because of her excessive shyness and inability to converse with people...

Celine looked down at the cover of her book and slowly, an idea began to form in her head. She headed out of the dining hall and up to the fourth floor where her room was. Celine's bedroom was huge as most of the rooms in the Institute were. When she was little, she'd never known what to do with all the space but as she'd gotten older, Celine had begun to fill the room with bookshelves, collecting as many novels as she could to fill them all. Now, by the age of sixteen, Celine's bedroom was more of a personal library than a place for sleeping.

She had alphabetised all the books by author as she acquired them not a single one was out of place except any that she was reading which all sat in a large stack beside her bed.

No one besides Clary, Jace and Magnus knew about Celine's collection.

She rushed t the stack near her bed, running her finger down until she found what she was looking for: To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee. It was a copy from the sixties but still in perfect condition. Celine carefully removed it from the stack and, from a notebook lying on her bed ripped out a page and scrawled the word 'Sorry' across the paper. She sat the note on top of the book and hurried to Hazel's room, leaving both sitting just outside the door. She knocked quickly and ran away as fast as she could to avoid any conversations.

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Hazel was so mad. She hated all these shadowhunters. They just thought they were above everybody. Hazel stormed down the hall straight to her room. She paced the room with frustration with her hands on her head. She kicked a pile of books then instantly regretted it and picked them all up. Mentally, said sorry to them and slumped down in the corner with her head back resting on the wall. "Hazel, I know you probably don't want to talk right now..." her dad's must have been waiting there. All Hazel could do was make a weird grunting noise back. "...We are here when you need." She knew they were, they always were.

Hazel sat in the corner for a good ten minutes before she moved. She slowly pulled herself up and was about to go over to her record collection when she heard a soft knock on the door. First she thought it was Magnus coming to check on her again but it seemed to be way to soft. If it was Christopher she swore she would lose it again. When she swung the door open all she saw nothing, was somebody playing a sick joke? Then she looked down. There was a book laying there with a note in handwriting reading sorry 'Sorry'. It definitely wasn't Christopher's handwriting, she knew this because Hazel had never heard him say sorry in his life. The book felt heavy in her hands. It was not just any book, it looked like a first edition copy of To Kill a Mockingbird. Surely not. Hazel had actually been looking for one of these for a while but the only ones she could find were hugely expensive ones on eBay. She check the inside over the book and it was definitely. Who would leave this here? Examining the note again she remembered where she had seen it before. She had caught glaces of it over the shoulders of Finn and Celine when they were passing their secret notes. Celine always had her head in a book so it must be her, but why was she sorry?

It took Hazel a little while to even remember where Celine's room was. Hazel couldn't even remember even being in there before. After a while of wandering up and down the halls and knocking on a few wrong doors she finally came across what she thought might be it. Hazel knocked softly and said in a tone you might use as if to not startle an animal "Hey Celine... Are you in there?"

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"Hey Celine...are you in there?"

Celine froze.

She'd been lying on her messily made bed, reading A Tale of Two Cities when Hazel had knocked on her door. What was she supposed to do? She couldn't just pretend she wasn't in here, that was be rude but she really didn't want to have some long conversation with the somewhat frightening warlock.

Not that she had a choice.

Celine closed her book and hurried quietly to the door. She took a deep breath, anxiety burning through her veins and quickly, like pulling off a bandaid, turned the handle and opened the door about ten centimeters, just enough so that her and Hazel could see each other.

"Um...Hey Celine," Hazel began, "I'm guessing that you left this by my door and I really appreciate it but I can't accept this." she held the book towards Celine, offering it back.

Celine opened the door a little more and put her hand out, pushing the book back towards Hazel.

"Celine I feel weird accepting this huge gift from you just because your brother was being a dickhead."

Celine shook her head, pushing the book firmly back towards Hazel.

She knew that Hazel would take care of it and besides, she'd already read it anyway.

Hazel looked like she was about to say something else when Celine noticed a feather poking her in the neck. It must've been sticking up from Hazel's wings...

Maybe it was infected or something? It didn't look like it was meant to do that...

Suddenly, out of nowhere Celine whispered, "You know if you let Magnus cast a healing spell your wing will get better."

She gaped at herself, anxiety surging over her, pushed the book towards Hazel on more time and then closed the door.

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The door opened just the slightest so Hazel could just see Celine's face. This offer has sparked Hazel's curiosity, Celine and her had barely anything to so with each other but yet Celine had given her this huge thing. Hazel tried to be as nonthreatening as possible. She smiled big at her and said "Um...Hey Celine, I'm guessing that you left this by my door and I really appreciate it but I can't accept this." Hazel offered it towards her but Celine pushed it back. "Celine I feel weird accepting this huge gift from you just because your brother was being a dickhead." Hazel insisted trying again to offer it but Celine pushed it back more firmly this time. This way beyond strange.

Hazel didn't know what to say. She watched Celine's eyes look towards her awkward feather. Oh god not her too, Hazel way beyond sick of her mark today. Hazel's eyes darted to her feet as she shuffled them with an awkward embarrassment. "You know if you let Magnus cast a healing spell your wing will get better." Celine's whisper burst into Hazel's thoughts as if she has just shouted at her. Hazel couldn't barely remember what Celine's voice sounded like. She looked up and frowned at Celine with confusion, then quick as lightning Celine gave a final shove of the book and closed the door in Hazel's face. Hazel just started at the door for a few seconds then turned around slowly and began to walk back up the hall in great bewilderment.

It took a few minutes of wandering to catch up with her thoughts. Did Celine really just talk to her? By this time her anger over Christopher had been forgotton. Hazel headed back to her room to put the book away then realised that she still hadn't got food. Hazel chucked on a yellow shirt and jeans, grabbed her purse, phones and headphones and started heading down the halls with the intention of getting something to eat at a cafe that she liked when she practically crashed into a stranger in the halls. "Ummm...hi...sorry," she said confused once again "Who are you?".

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By the Angel, by the Angel, by the Angel...
Celine kept repeating inside her head as she paced her room, hands shaking slightly. Her anxiety wouldn't usually wear off for a while yet but somehow, she knew that this time it as going to last longer.

A lot longer.

She needed to distract herself. Calm down. Maybe she should read? No hat wouldn't work with her hands shaking. She could write? Her mum always told her to write down her worries when she was feeling anxious and it had worked before...

Celine fumbled for a pen on her desk and then grabbed her notebook and began to write in shaky, spindly lettering.

Worries
Talking to Hazel
Talking to anyone
Talking in general because the boy might hear me and come and get me again
The boy might hurt someone else because of me
Maybe I'm delusional
Maybe I'm not cut out to be a Shadowhunter
...

Celine's hands were shaking so much she couldn't write anymore. Her mind tended to wander from one depressing thought to another when she got like this and only one person besides her parents could ever calm her down.

Celine grabbed her pen and notebook and rushed out the door, leaving it open in her haste. She ran down the halls, going straight to Finn's room, hoping that he was in there.

She reached the door and knocked in her usual way, quietly but this time with a bit more urgency.

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Hazel plugged in her headphones and walked to the favourite coffee shop. It was a small shop nearly completely finished with dark wood and yellow glowing lights. They could make her coffee just how she liked it and all their food was great. She had managed to sneak by the dining room and pick up her journal. She sat down eating a slice of cake, writing in her journal and listening to some weird indie German song. It had been a crazy ass morning this morning. After clearing her head for a bit she got up and headed back to the institute. Maybe everybody had calmed down.

As she arrived back through the door and saw Magnus further up the hall. She remembered what Celine had said. Hazel didn't like asking for help but her wings had caused her enough grief today and Celine had talked to her? She was probably being superstitious but maybe it meant something? She shook her head at her own silliness but she took a deep breath. "Magnus?" Magnus's head turned and stopped in his tracks. She jogged to catch up with him. "Can... can you fix this?" pointing to her wing. "Yeah sure possum." he said absently placing his hand on her wing for about 2 seconds then planting a kiss on her forehead. "T-thanks.". "That's it?" he asked. "Yeah that's it." she smiled at him. "Alrighty see you." he scuffled her hair and walked off. She smiled at herself again and headed back to her room.

On the way through the halls she saw a door open, it was strange for any bedroom door to be open... let alone Celine's. Hazel knew that it would be prying to look inside, but curiosity got the better of her and she walked up to the door. It looked like nobody was inside, but what she did see was amazing. There were bookshelves upon bookshelves, and so tidy. Hazel thought she had a lot of books, but Celine had so many more and where Hazel's were just placed in random piles and orders her's looked alphabetical. Hazel pulled out an old looking copy of 'A Catcher in The Rye' and sat down to read forgetting where she was.

So absorbed in the book she did not hear the patter of footsteps up the hall. She did notice when Celine came in, locked the door and began to cry. Like a deer in caught in headlights Hazel froze. 'Shit!' she thought but all she did was stare with eyes wide not knowing what to do.

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Finn cautiously walked up to the institute steps he scratched his head it was itchy from the dye Finn opened the door and quietly stepped down the hallway up towards the stairs
maybe no one would notice he thought then again it is blond
"JUST REMEMBER TO USE PROTECTION HUN"
oh god thought Finn I don't even wanna know what that conversation was about
Finn walked up the stairs to once he reached the top he saw someone rush past him they hit him in the face with...
"yuck" he said quietly to himself
Finn got a mouthful of hair blond hair it must be Celine
Finn slowly walked over to his room he saw Celine curled up against his door.
This happened a lot he really wasn't surprised anymore it didn't bother him that much though he enjoyed her company
Finn crouched down in front of Celine
"whats sup?" said Finn trying to acting very nonchalant
Finn stood up and looked down at Celine she didn't look up at him
Finn opened his bedroom door
"wanna come in and talk about it?" Finn asked
Celine stood up no saying anything she collapsed onto Finns bed face first into his pillows
Finn noticed she had a notebook in her hand he grabbed it and she didn't do anything to stop him
Finn looked down on the paper worries was written messily at the top with her worries written beneath
Finn sighed
"Celine?" he said she kind of rolled over so she was almost facing him
"first of all you are the best fucking shadowhunter i know i don't know anyone better than you"
"really?" she asked kinda of shyly still not looking at Finn
"really" he answered there was a momentary pause before Celine started talking
"you said first of all what is the second?" she asked
"nothing i just made a mistake" answered Finn he really wanted to ask who the boy was but Finn knew it would just make Celine upset
"oh ok" she said sitting up she leaned on his shoulder
"and don't even worry about talking to hazel she is very nice and I'm sure she wants to be your friend"
Celine giggled
"she does I'm 99.99% sure and everyone wants to be your friend"
Celine looked up at Finn
"your an idiot do you know that?" she said
"so you came to the idiot for help because?"
"because the idiot is my best friend"
she said standing up Finn stood up as well
Celine stretched her arms around Finns body. Finn did the same.
"is that where you went when you went out?" asked Celine
"huh"
"your hair?" she answered
"oh yeah do you like it"
"its very blond no i don't like it but i do love it"

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Celine was lying across Finn's bed on her stomach, sketching in her notepad. She wasn't really sure where this drawing was going but it was beginning to look like like some sort of twisted tree. Beside her, Finn was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling and babbling to her mindlessly.

"What if rocks are squishy until we touch them? And isn't it weird that night time is the natural state of the universe? Or, when I threw you out the window, will you scream or just be in shock."

Celine turned her head towards Finn and raised her eyebrows.

"What?" He asked, "You weren't listening."

Celine looked at her paper and wrote, 'I'm always listening.'

Finn took the pen off Celine and wrote underneath, 'Liar.'

'I'm not a liar!'

'LIAR'

Celine grabbed a pillow from Finn's bed and hit him in the face, then went straight back to drawing. She wasn't really in a talkative mood, not that she ever was, just even less so than usual.

"Celine. Celine. Celine. Celine." Finn repeated again and again.

'Stop.' Celine wrote down.

Finn didn't seem to notice, "Celiiiiiiiine."

'STOP' Celine wrote again, turning to look at Finn, beginning to scowl.

"Okay fine I'll stop." Finn grinned and rolled his eyes but Celine was a little annoyed.

There was a moment of silence before, "You know what I hate about Bilbo Baggins?" Finn said, still grinning. He turned to Celine, looking t her from the side while he was still drawing. "He's just so... Introverted, you know? He doesn't even want to be a hero and he gets it anyway. Kind o funfair if you ask me. And before then, he's so holed up in his own world that he never talks to anyone. What kind of hero is that?"

Celine had had enough.

A look of realisation crossed Finn's face. He opened his mouth to speak but Celine was already leaving.

Tears sprung to her eyes as she gathered her things and scurried towards the door, hurrying away and frantically swiping at her eyes. Too much had happened in the space of one morning and she'd just had enough.

Celine ran into her room, she could hear Finn running behind her but she slammed behind her, locking it in his path and began to cry.

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"Celine come back" begged Finn chasing Celine down the hallway
"Leave me alone Finnigan" she said not even turning around to look at him
"woh ok I'm sorry " answered Finn stepping back slightly
Celine slammed the door in Finns face
"Celine come on open the door" said Finn frantically knocking on her door
there was no answer Finn tried again
"Celineeeeeee?" he said knocking louder Finn paused for a moment he heard a scribbling noise.
Finn looked down and there was a bit of paper at his feet it read-

Finnigan go away just leave me alone

"Celine..." he whispered
he sighed Finn walked down the hallway feeling really guilty whenever anyone called him Finnigan he knew it wasn't good.
I'm sorry Celine

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Celine, curled up in a ball, completely oblivious to Hazel sitting on her bed completely shocked, pulled out her notebook from under her arm and scribbled in it quickly the words
Finnigan. Go away. Just leave me alone.
She wiped her tears away to no avail so she left them dripping down her face. Celine ripped out the page and shoved it under the door of her room, Finn clearly waiting on the outside judging from the frantic knocking on the other side. There was a a moment of silent as he must have picked up the note and then, "Celine..."
Celine bit her lip and she heard footstep growing fainter as Finn left.
She lifted her head up and finally, saw Hazel, wide eyed and looking very awkward.
They stared at each other, Celine in shock and Hazel looking embarrassed and frankly a little scared.
Celine wiped at her eyes and bit her lip, still looking at Hazel. Why is she here?

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Hazel Bane


Hazel watched as Celine pulled out her notebook and begin to write something. Had she not realised Hazel was there? Somebody began to knock like a maniac and then spoke up "Celine...". It sounded like Finn. God today was weird. They must have had an argument.

Hazel couldn't remember a time she had been more lost for words. Why couldn't she just say something? Just as she was about to speak up Celine saw her. She wiped her eyes but kept staring. No wonder, she was probably wondering why somebody was in her room. Frankly Hazel was thinking that too. Hazel took a deep breath and regained some cool. "Uh hi. Sorry, I was just walking past and I saw your books. They're amazing," Hazel looked at them is awe for a second then snapped out of it, " Sorry I'm intruding. I'll leave" Hazel put back the book and began to walk out. What the hell was she thinking? Celine had been so nice to her today and now she had just barged into her bedroom. Hazel paused in the doorway as if she was going to say something else but thought better of it. Books brought the strangest part of her out and she wasn't sure if she liked it or not. Hazel began to walk of back down the hall to her bedroom.

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Celine Herondale



Celine watched Hazel leave her room. Why was she even in here? Had she been stealing something? Or maybe trying to return To Kill a Mockingbird...

Just add it to the swarm of thoughts buzzing though my head...

Celine thought back to her and Finn's conversation earlier, "He's just so... Introverted, you know? He doesn't even want to be a hero and he gets it anyway. Kind of unfair if you ask me."

Fresh tears welled in Celine's multi-coloured eyes as the aching feeling in her chest and head grew more intense. It wasn't a physical pain like she had experienced in battle, or that time when she'd trained with Christopher and he'd fractured her forearm by hitting her too hard with a bamboo pole. The pain was in her mind. Her heart.

My soul, even?

Celine shook her head, That's ridiculous, I'm not that hurt... am I?. Celine paused for a few seconds, then stood upon her shaky legs that felt like jelly underneath her body and slowly walked behind the bookshelf farthest away from her door. She sat down behind it with her legs crossed, wanting to be alone with her thoughts just for a moment so she could at least try to process everything that had happened that morning.

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Savannah after opening a few to many doors and seeing things she wish she could unsee and hearing things that she was sure the people hoped no one else would ever hear as she struggled to find Christopher the rage inside her was building up inside her.
Savannah heard grunts coming from the training which she could only assume were from Christopher on the account of how cocky they sounded
She started to plan inside her head of how she was going to do it yell at him try and talk some sense into him tell him what happened after he left but she decided against it she stormed in the room and saw his idiotic smirk
Savannah swung her fist at Christopher as hard as she could she felt the crack of his jaw under her hand
HA
Savannah swung her hair and stormed out that felt so good ... why did that feel so good. Savannah stated to head down the hall and felt her hand thumping the adrenaline of her hit had worn of and she now felt it. In her rage Savannah had forgot her form he technique and had dislocated her wrist
"FUCK"
she carried her wrist down the stairs and eventually found herself in the kitchen why was she in the kitchen she thought to herself
she stood up onto her tippy toes and grabbed a glass from the top cupboard
and poured herself a glass of water and went and sat at the table.
why did i slap Christopher
Savannah thought she knew this would make for one awkward conversation with Christopher later on. why did he always have to do things like this.She always complicated things she was such a drama queen. Savannah knew this had to stop. she hated this about herself. If she didn't stop doing things like this she was going to ruin things between her and everyone in the institute damn. Maybe not the whole institute she thought but maybe just the herondales
Savannah slammed her head against the table again ana again that it starts to give her a headache
"hi..." says a quiet voice behind her
Savannah turns around oh god a herondale
"hey..."

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A stack of books toppled over and scattered in a heap on the floor. Celine sighed and shoved them all against a wall. She loved her books but sometime they were a nuisance. She rummaged though a shelf until she recovered a black sketchpad from the deep depths of dust and despair. A small spider scuttled across the cover and Celine allowed it to crawl onto her finger. She placed the arachnid gently on a shelf so it wouldn't get crushed or lost amongst the tens of thousands of pages in her personal library.

Celine carried the neglected sketchpad back to her unmade bed and flopped down onto it. She felt around the folds of the blankets for pencils and pens that had fallen victim to the stormy seas of bed sheets and recovered a handful of lost souls. She clambered into the corner of the bed that pressed against her wall and curled into a ball, pulling her grey hoodie over her legs. She placed the book on her knees. She had loads of these books buried between the dusty novels on her shelves; some filled with runes and others with more... unconventional sketches. She flipped through the pages, little clouds of dust floating from between them. She caught glimpses of charcoal cheekbones and penciled eyes that stared back at her as if he was really looking...

Celine slammed the book shut as her stomach churned. She had lost her appetite for art, but the rumbling from her abdomen told her that her hunger was running a bit wild. She shoved the book and pencils under her pillow and quietly pottered to her door, pulling her hood over her head.

She opened it only a crack, just so she could peer out. No one was there. Her stomach growled again.

Okay, okay, we are going to get food just chill out.

Celine crept out her door, shutting it with only a slight click behind her and hurried in the direction of the kitchen.




Celine wandered into the the kitchen, glancing around and noticing Savannah. Her head was resting on the table and one of her wrists looked like it was twisted at a weird angle.

Oh Raziel, I have to say something. SHe'll think I'm weird if I come in her and just help myself to food without saying anything.

Celine fumbled with the ring on her left hand anxiously, she opened her mouth to speak, thought better of it, almost left the room and then finally whispered, "Hi."

"Hey." Savannah replied after a moment of hesitation.

There was an awkward silence.

Celine felt her cheeks growing red with embarrassment but her stomach gurgled hungrily so she looked at the floor and trudged towards the cabinet where the muesli was usually kept.

Unfortunately, there was none there.

"Uh, I think Clary ate it all." Savannah said from across the room.

Celine froze up; social interaction with other people was not exactly her best skill.

"Oh, uh... um, thankyou." Celine muttered.

Savannah smiled a little.

Celine's eyes flickered to Savannah's wrist. "Um... What happened to your hand?"

"Oh, just don't worry about it, it's nothing really."

Celine nodded slowly, despite knowing that it was most definitely not "nothing really".

"Do you want to sit?" Asked Savannah.

"W-what?"

"Do you want to sit down? Here. At the table?"

Celine hesitated. She considered just leaving. Going back to her room and back to her books and warm bed but then again, what did she have to lose? She cautiously approached the table and took a seat across from Savannah.

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Christopher hissed in pain as he drew an Iratze into his forearm. Hopefully that would heal his fractured cheek bone and stop the blood from getting all over his clothes. Shadowhunting could be a messy business sometimes. Honestly, that good for nothing Lightwood was so infuriating.

Someone had to teach her a lesson.

Christopher shoved his stele into his belt and cracked his knuckles; this was going to be fun.




He found Savannah wandering the corridors, chatting with Celine, who looked surprisingly at ease.

"Hey, you." Christopher growled.

Celine looked up, her eyes wide. He knew that his sister was well aware that he wouldn't let this thing with Savannah go until she gave in. He smirked at her and shrugged. You know I can't help it, Sis.

Savannah scowled at him. "Ugh. What do you want Christopher?"

Christopher grinned menacingly at her, "We have some unfinished business, do we not?" Celine shrunk back and started backing down the corridor.

Savannah rolled her eyes. "Christopher, I'm not going to fight with you."

"Well that just makes it easier for me, doesn't it."

By this point Celine had disappeared around the corner from whence she came, clearly not wanting anything to do with whatever feud Savannah and Christopher had gotten themselves into.

Savannah sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance.

Christopher stepped towards her until their noses were mere inches apart. He grit his teeth, "You smashed up my face. A lot of girls would be very angry if they found out that you'd damaged this."

"Is that supposed to be a threat? Look, I'm going to go." Savannah turned to leave.

"Hey! I'm not done with you!" Christopher reached out and harshly grabbed Savannah's wrist.

"Argh!" She yelped, pulling her arm away. She turned to look at Christopher. There was a scowl etched on her face but Christopher could have sworn that. for just a second, he saw her eyes glisten with tears.

"Are you hurt?" He asked suddenly, not even thinking about the words coming from his mouth.

Silence. The two of them just stared at each other for a moment.

Christopher suddenly snapped back to reality, "Serves you right for busting up my face." He turned and stalked away without another word.