How much do you wanna bet that the very last shadowhunter book will end with Clace wedding? Cause they can’t have it in the first wicked powers, they aren’t really apart of the book, but I think the last book with end with their wedding.
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Running the New York Institute was not an easy task. For lack of better words, it sucked. Mostly just because the workload was too much at the best of times, and when you had the ability to draw unheard of runes, you already had a lot on your plate, but there was something about watching your boyfriend’s eye bags get darker and heavier that made you realise how you’ve just never stopped.
Clary had watched Jace over these past few months, either work in his office until he crashed, took a break from being in the office because he felt like his ‘talents could be utilised elsewhere,’ and work out until he crashed, or go to a call out and basically crash walking through the door. Although they spent every day together, worked alongside each other, slept in the same bed, it felt like they hadn’t spoken in ages. Clary missed him, more than she could describe in words. And that’s when it hit her.
“I think you’re crazy. That sounds fun to wrinkly old ladies and children who just learnt plastic isn’t a food group.”
“I think I’m a genius and you are a whiny little bitch.”
“Ouch.”
“Had to be said, Herondale.”
“I have feelings, you know.”
Her eyes flicked to the huge clock on the wall, which was surrounded by various artworks. Some were older pieces by Clary’s mother, except for one that she painted of the New York Institute that hung in the centre. Others were done by Clary or were picked up at local marketplaces. Clary smiled fondly, as she followed each line and stroke on a painting she did of Jace for their second-year anniversary with her fingers. It was her favourite photo of him, his hand in front of the camera, although it didn’t block his face turned away but smiling his big grin.
It was difficult to get all the different shades of gold that made up Jace, the amber hue of his eyes being the hardest, but it was worth the pain, when Jace opened it.
“Oh my god, you painted the person I love most!” He beamed, matching the painting.
“I told you I was the best at presents.”
“It sucks that the person I love the second most isn’t in it though,” he replied, kissing her forehead. “I love it, and I love you.”
She smiles at the memory, sitting herself down on the one of the two parallel couches. Platters of food she had prepared earlier decorated the polished concrete table in between the two lounges, from which she takes a strawberry. Sweetness, with a hint of sourness, sat on her tongue, as she watched Jace walk into the room.
He had changed from his button-down shirt to a grey t-shirt and that threatened to burst open with the broadness of his shoulders and the swell of his muscles. She could tell he had just come out of the shower, as the neckline of his shirt was slightly see-through, and his hair was plastered down around his face. He had put on his white bunny slippers that Clary had bought him as a gag gift for Christmas, which clashed with his dark blue jeans.
He made eye contact with her on the couch and immediately walked over and laid down on his stomach, allowing him to wrap his toned arms around Clary’s waist and put his damp head face down in her lap. Letting out a small sigh as Clary ran her fingers through his hair, the tension that was in his shoulders relaxed, his head a heavier weight on her lap.
“Tired?” she asked, making him nod against her thighs. “Maybe we should go to bed earlier tonight.”
“No, God doesn’t need sleep,” he mumbles.
“Jace, just because you died one time, you have a higher percentage of angel blood and you are dangerously good looking, does not mean you are God.”
Jace lifted his face up to wink at Clary, “Maybe not, but I’m the closest you’ll get to it.”
Clary hid her laugh behind a scoff before she went to grab another strawberry. Her hand didn’t even come close to her mouth when she felt Jace open his mouth and make an “Ah,” noise.
“Are you a child or are your big, beefy arms only there for decoration?”
Jace smirked at her, “I don’t want to move my arms.”
“I will survive if you remove one of your arms around my waist to grab a strawberry. You haven’t been eating enough recently anyways.”
Jace pouted before opening his mouth again, making Clary roll her eyes affectionately and pop the strawberry in his mouth. He smiled at her while he chewed before he pushes his lips out for a kiss.
Clary laughed, “I hope you’re not expecting a kiss after that stunt.
“You love me.”
“Unfortunately.”
“I will have you know it is a goddamn miracle to be in my presence. You must have done something really good in your past life to live around me with mind-blowing sex free of charge.”
She shook her head in disbelief, leaning down and softly kissing him. He smiled into the kiss, the two of them with strawberries fresh on their lips. Jace lifted his head up for a better angle, his arms still tight around Clary. Her hands cupped his face as she pulled away to the sound of the doorbell.
Clary winked at Jace, standing up from the couch. He held around her waist, slowing her movements towards the door. She flicks a look at him, as she reaches out to the door and opens it to reveal Simon and Izzy. Simon was carrying a bright blue backpack in his hand, which matched the colour of his t-shirt, his other hand in his jean pocket. Dark runes decorated up and down Izzy’s bare arms, displayed in her maroon tank top.
“Simon!” Clary said, moving as much of her body as possible to hug him.
Simon gingerly placed his arms around Clary’s shoulders, careful not to touch Jace. Izzy came from behind Jace and squeezed his middle, in a similar manner to how Jace was clung to Clary.
“So good to see you two, we haven’t seen you guys in ages,” Izzy smiles, letting go of Jace and walking in the living room.
“Well, you know,” Jace started, “Just doing God’s wo- OW!”
Clary smirked at him, before she turned her attention to the people coming through the Institute gates, hand in hand. It was amazing to see how opposites attract, with one in an elaborate outfit, hair spiked up, adding to his already tall height, with fingernails painted a sparkly midnight blue, and the other in a hoodie that would probably walk itself to the bin with use, holes all up the sleeves and jeans that were on the fence of vintage and just worn out.
Jace finally let go of Clary to run up to the couple, “ALEXANDER, MY BABY!”
Alec rolls his eyes, but still lets go of his boyfriend’s hand to catch Jace, who had jumped up in the air and into Alec’s arms. Because of Jace’s weight, Alec had to swing Jace around and down onto the floor. Jace laughed, his arms still loosely around Alec’s neck.
“Okay, you can let go now, Jonathan.”
Jace pouts, before dropping his arms down by his sides. “How are you, Alec?”
Alec gives him a soft smile, “I’m doing pretty good.”
“That’s always good to know you’re treating him well, Bane,” Jace replies, looking at Magnus while ruffling Alec’s black hair.
“Well, he’s a pretty good cook, so I guess he’s alright,” Magnus shrugs, a large cat-like grin on his face. He winks at Alec, before walking up to greet Clary and Simon at the door.
Alec watches Magnus go with a soft fondness in his eyes. It made Jace more than glad to see his parabatai so happy, and how much more open Alec was. He had to owe that to Magnus, among all the other assistance the warlock has provided over the years.
Alec turned his gaze to Jace, before putting a hand on Jace’s shoulder, “Are you okay though? You look like you haven’t slept in years.”
There was no point in hiding anything from Alec, that was a part of the oath they took. They swore to be there for each other, while etching the permanent runes into each other’s bodies. Alec felt everything that Jace felt and vice versa. They both had a part of each other’s souls, of course Alec would have noticed Jace’s exhaustion, despite living in Brooklyn and not seeing Jace once over three months.
Jace gave Alec a small, tired smile, “I’ll be fine, eventually. Maybe someone should knock me out.”
“Well, you would have a line of people willing to do that for you, with me at the front.”
Playfully hitting Alec in the shoulder, they walk up together to meet with the others at the door. Magnus’ face is etched with panic, blue sparks gesturing for the pair to not come any further. The parabatai exchanged a look, before turning to the other set.
“Simon, I swear to god if you ruin this-”
“Clary, I am the voice of reason here. Once you start this game, you turn into someone else!”
“How? How am I different?”
“You’re only proving a point!”
“You’re only proving a point,” Clary mimics in a high-pitched voice. “Shut up, Lovelace. I don’t want to hear it. This game happens to be fun when you win. Maybe, try and be better at the game, before whinging to me.”
Her red hair flicks out around her head, as she turns sharply on her heel and walks into the Institute. Simon runs a hand through his dark brown hair, before rubbing his eyes under his glasses. He clearly had been a victim of this Clary before on multiple occasions. Jace felt his jaw drop, turning his head to Simon.
“Who was that and why has she proven that Clary can get hotter?”
Simon crinkled his nose in disgust, “As you guys would know, Clary is a pretty nice, easy-going type of person. But you put her in the same room as that thing, and she goes completely feral.”
Jace cocks an eyebrow, “What thing?”
Simon appears to shutter in fear, “Monopoly.”
-
It took half an hour for Clary and Simon to stop arguing. If it wasn’t for Clary’s height, and the fact that he had known her since she was two, she would have been extremely terrifying, and Magnus may have considered grabbing onto Alec and calling it a night. But then again, who was Magnus if he didn’t sit around to watch the chaos unfold while taking dramatic sips from his wine and sharing concerned glances at Alec? He smiles as Jace quite literally retrains Clary from knocking Simon out.
Clary wriggles into Jace’s grip, but to no avail, “Simon, I don’t think you understand. These people are not culturally evolved, you need to give them a chance to be exposed to the holy grail.”
Izzy attempts to console Simon by rubbing her hand on his back, but Simon doesn’t seem to notice. “Clary,” he begun, “I just don’t think it’s our best option. This is the worst I have seen you; you’re having withdrawals.”
Clary frowns, before smacking Jace’s arms to let her go. He seems to get the point, loosening his grip, but he lays his head down on Clary’s shoulder, which seems to calm her a little. She stays silent for a bit, before speaking, “Simon, I promise I won’t be irrational in the off chance that I lose.”
Simon shakes his head slightly, “Okay, fine.”
Digging into the bag that sat next to the couch, Simon brings out a square box. Its flimsy paperboard is decorated with dull greens, blues and reds that might have been bright once upon a time. The corners of the box were torn slightly, showing its age and usage. Magnus could almost see Clary and Simon having similar arguments when they were younger and weren’t in all this mess, the most of their worries being Clary lashing out at Simon over cardboard. He almost felt sorry for them, loosing their simplistic lives to be war heroes, but that’s the price you pay for keeping the birds in the cage.
Magnus watches with a careful eye, watching Simon set up the game with a precision and concentration of an experienced player. Colourful bits of paper, resembling money, were organised into separate piles, along with little blue plastic houses and small silver tokens. Simon places two stacks of cards in their destinated spots on the board, before giving himself an assuring nod.
“Okay,” he begins, not taking his eyes off the board. “Who wants to be the bank?”
The non-mundanes look at each other in confusion, while Clary’s evil smirk returns once again. “I am of the personal opinion that as our dear friends have never played this before, you should be the bank, Simon.”
Simon starts laughing, before he fully realises what Clary had said, “Wait, what? Why me? Why can’t it be you?”
Clary started counting out her arguments on her fingers, “Well, you play DnD where you have similar positions to the bank, I can’t focus on winning and being the bank at the same time and you are always the bank.”
Simon lets out a sigh of defeat, dealing out the money into six separate stacks and hands them out. Magnus runs his thumb through his stack, Alec saying what he is thinking.
“We only get $1500?”
“How is that enough money?” Magnus adds, putting a reassuring hand on Alec’s thigh.
“You get $200 every time you pass GO-” Simon explains, pointing to the position on the board.
“And the monetary value of these spaces are next to nothing. You could basically get a new house with groceries,” Jace interrupts, letting go of Clary and leaning forward to look at the board.
“Well, lucky for you, Jace, you don’t have to buy groceries in this game. Only properties.” Simon grumbles, probably still salty about having to be the bank.
“Oh goodie, I hate grocery shopping,” Jace smiles, putting up the car token and rolling it in his fingers. “What are these for?”
“They represent your place on the board, and you move it each time you roll the dice,” Clary explains, snatching the wheelbarrow off the table before anyone could even consider taking it.
Isabelle looks at the pile, before smiling and picking up the dog. “This is so cute.”
Her brows furrow, as a small giggle escapes her lips. “Simon, what the fuck is your piece?”
Simon looks shocked, disappointed and defensive all at once, “The thimble, Izzy. It’s the best piece.”
She doesn’t listen over her loud, obnoxious laughter. It almost gives Magnus a headache, as he turns to Alec. “What are you picking?”
His eyes flicker down to Alec’s hands fiddling with a silver token in shape of a cat. His heart melts a little.
“I thought you would want the top hat,” Alec explains quietly.
“There’s a top hat?!”
Magnus takes the last piece from the pile and gently eases Alec’s cat out of his hands to put the hat on it. Warmth fills his stomach, with Alec’s rare, glowing smile. It lit up his face and Magnus’s heart. He really was too cute.
“Alright, are we starting?” Clary asks, her leg bouncing up and down, next to Alec.
“I guess so,” Simon says, passing Clary the dice.
Aggressively taking the two dice out of Simon’s hands, Clary shakes the two cubes together before letting them go on the table. The plastic meeting concrete makes a loud noise on the table, revealing a four and a two. Clary smirks, moving her wheelbarrow, throwing money at Simon, and putting a blue house next to her token on Central Avenue.
“What now?” Jace asks Clary, making her roll her eyes.
“It’s your turn, you idiot.”
“I love it when you degrade me like that,” Jace winks at Clary, grabbing the dice off the table. He rolls them in his hands one or two times, throwing them on the bench to display two threes. Moving his car, Jace and Clary smile at each other, as he parks next to the wheelbarrow.
“Aw, we can be together, even on the game board,” Jace says, pointing at their tokens.
“Yes, we can,” Clary replies, before her smile drops. “As long as you pay rent.”
Jace’s smile drops, with everyone else laughing at him, and bites his bottom lip suggestively. “What if I pull in some favours?”
“Jace, you are not getting out of paying rent by pulling in sexual favours, cough up.”
He pouts, as he counts out the money he needs and before giving it to Clary, he suggests, “How about if I-”
“No,” Clary snaps, taking the money out of Jace’s hands.
“Okay, now it’s Izzy’s turn,” Simon tries to lighten the mood, by passing the retrieved dice to Isabelle, who smiles at Simon, before letting the dice go onto the table. Luckily, she didn’t have to move onto Clary’s territory, stopping two places short, but she did have to pay Simon a tax of $200, which made her grumble under her breath.
Simon’s eyes widened, assumed to be due to something Izzy said. Reluctantly, he takes his turn, rolling a double five. He moves the thimble to the ‘Just Visiting’ section of the Jail square, grabbing the dice again and trying to stop the dice being stolen from his hand by cobalt blue sparkles.
“Samuel, I believe it’s my turn,” Magnus tuts, his fingers manipulating the dice in the air.
“Firstly, it’s Simon, you know that. You’re just being ignorant at this point. Secondly, because I have rolled a double, I get another turn.”
“How is that fair?” Magnus sasses, looking at Clary, who confirms what Simon is saying is true. “This game is pointless.”
Simon takes a deep breath, grabbing the dice from out of the air and rolling them again, a double four. Moving his token to Tennessee Avenue, he puts his money into the bank and puts a little house on his spot on the map. Picking up the dice, he shuts his eyes tightly, as if he was wishing for something. The scene was made even more bizarre, through Clary’s yelling.
“Go on, Simon! Roll another double, you lucky bastard!”
“Shut the fuck up, Clary. I am currently praying to God, Yoda and Goku. Don’t interrupt,” Simon snaps back, his eyes still shut tightly as if to not let any light in.
Opening his eyes, Simon takes a dramatic breath in and out, before shaking the dice together, kissing his fist containing the dice and throws them onto the table. His jaw drops, as Clary’s manic laughter fills the room, confusing everyone.
“How did he manage to roll three doubles in a row?” Magnus frowns at the double ones on the table.
“I have no idea,” Jace says dismissively, his eyes glancing dangerously up and down at Clary.
“I FORGOT HOW BAD YOU WERE AT THIS!” Clary wheezes in between laughs, her breath running short.
Simon grabs his token and aggressively places it into the jail. “To everyone who has not played this before, if you roll three doubles in a row, that is one method to getting into jail. It is only when you roll a double or pay your way out is when you can move again. Clary, it really isn’t that funny.”
Clary wipes tears off her face, “You only think it’s not funny, because it’s you in jail.”
“No one else is laughing.”
“They will be when they understand the game better.”
Magnus flicks his cat eyes between the two of them, “Is it now my turn?”
“Yes, Magnus, it is your turn,” Simon sighs, placing the dice in Magnus’ hand.
A Cheshire cat-like grin appears on Magnus’ face, as he throws the dice in the air to land on the table. He moves accordingly, mirroring Simon’s position from before in the ‘Just Visiting’ zone. Magnus’ fingers caress the dice in his hands before Magnus passes the cubes to Alec.
Alec flicks a glance at Magnus, before Magnus subtly shakes his head. Some tensity leaves Alec’s shoulders, as he takes his turn. The dice gesture for Alec to move seven spaces, making his brows knit together and look up at Simon.
“What’s with the obnoxious pink question mark?”
“You could say that would be an abstract drawing of me,” Magnus suggests, putting a small shy smile on Alec’s lips.
“That means you get to pick up a Chance card, from the pile of pink cards with question marks on the back of them,” Simon confirms, picking a card from the deck and passing it to Alec, pink side up.
“Even I figured that out,” Jace said smugly, as if he wasn’t just as confused as Alec moments before hand.
“You have to read it aloud,” Clary adds, smacking Jace lightly on the arm, making him wince and smirk at the same time.
Alec turns the card over, before his eyebrows furrow closer together, “What does ‘Move to Broadwalk’ even mean? This game is a joke.”
He throws the card down on the table, as Jace starts smiling at Clary clearly about to explode. Simon grips onto Isabelle’s hand tighter, before turning to Alec and answering his question, with Isabelle also paying close attention.
“It means that you move to here,” Simon gestures to the last space on the board before GO. “Since you are the first person there, you can pick to buy it or auction it. It is the most expensive space on the board, but it also has the highest rent.”
“Simon, stop feeding him information,” Clary snaps.
“I’m helping him make an informed decision, Clarissa,” Simon sasses, Clary’s full name dripping in sarcasm.
“I think I’ll buy it,” Alec says quietly, looking at the price at the bottom of the board space and counting out the coloured pieces of paper to match.
He hands the money to Simon with a sense of uncertainty, receiving a blue plastic house in return and gently putting it on Boardwalk. Picking up the dice and passing them to Clary, everyone knows Clary is only going to get worse as the night goes on (if that was even possible). She is practically seething in her seat, not noticing Jace ogling at her as if she was a sex god.
Satan’s going to have a run for his money, Magnus thinks to himself, as Clary takes her turn.
-
It didn’t take long for Jace to go bankrupt. Not only was he not paying attention to the game whatsoever, his eyes not leaving Clary the entirety of the time, but his luck did not appear to extend out to board games, especially this one. He didn’t seem to notice, until he was forced to cough up $50 to each player after becoming the ‘Chairman of the Board,’ according to the Chance card he picked up, and he didn’t have enough money to give to Clary.
“Where’s my money, Herondale?” she asks, an arched brow raising in question.
Jace looked down at his hands to find them bare, “What if I wear the maid outfit and I let you-”
“I’m going to stop you there. I don’t want to hear it. Can’t believe I’m associating myself with someone, let alone dating someone, who is worse at Monopoly than Simon,” Clary interrupts with a harsh tone, making Jace look like a wounded puppy, but still extremely offended from his comparison to Simon. Considering the way he was sitting on the couch and the way he was looking at Clary, Jace probably has found a reason to shut up for once in his life.
The dice made its way around the table, Simon eventually having to pay his way out of jail and Isabelle giggling beside him while drinking her wine like lolly water. Clary decided that she had the force of an entire debate team and argued with nearly everyone at least three times. Magnus and Alec kept exchanging glances, judging everyone in the room without a word leaving their lips.
Eventually, Simon went bankrupt, as everyone else had three turns to buy property and he managed to land on Boardwalk, essentially leaving his monetary value to Alec, who had put an additional two houses on the space. Ignoring Clary’s overdramatised teasing, he proved he was the bigger person and continued to play as the bank while consoling a crying, drunk Izzy when she had managed to not keep track of her spending and came fourth.
“I thought you loved me, Simon,” Izzy sobbed into Simon’s shoulder.
Simon rubs his hands along Izzy’s arms, “I do, it’s just you’ve run out of money.”
Izzy stops crying and wipes her tears, before attempting to smirk seductively, “What if I-”
“What is with this family and thinking sex solves everything?!”
And then there were three.
All of them were situated on the same couch, an ominous energy radiating from it. With Magnus staring at Clary through glittered eyelids and Clary glaring back as if to predict each other’s next move, Alec shifts uncomfortably in between them, as he passes the dice to Clary. She rolls them together within the palms of her hands, and throws. Moving up the required spaces, she smirks to herself, as she hands over a sum of money to Simon and acquires the last space available on the board.
“Beat that, old man,” Clary says, passing the dice to Magnus.
Magnus’s jaw drops, with everyone else’s. Jace’s was already open, his head tilted against the headrest of the couch. Soft snores were heard coming through his throat, blond curls drying gently around his head. He would be so proud when he woke up.
“I will have you know, I am only three hundred years old,” Magnus begins, before he catches Alec’s questioning eye.
“Okay, maybe a bit older than that, but surely, Jocelyn taught you better, biscuit. After all, I am a huge part of your life.”
“You’re trying to distract me with emotions. Just take your turn and don’t try any of that magic you’ve been using the whole time,” Clary sasses.
Magnus smiled cheekily, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“So, you were cheating!”
“The rules say nothing about conjuring more money and getting properties through magical means,” Magnus pouts, twinkling his fingers and making blue sparks dance around them.
“Simon, back me up here. Surely, Magnus should be eliminated.”
“You have been insulting me and my dignity as an enjoyer of Monopoly all evening, and now you come crawling to me for help?” Simon tsks, “I think Magnus can continue as long as he doesn’t do it again.”
Magnus gave Clary a condescending smirk, making Clary turn red with rage. She sunk into the back of the couch, pouting like a small toddler thinking about how to embarrass their parents with a large tantrum, as Magnus silently celebrates his victory to himself. He gives the dice to Simon to double check they aren’t influenced by magic, and once given a reassuring nod, he takes his turn.
-
It was the final countdown. (It turns out Magnus had become too dependent on his magic abilities to get through life, including when he went bankrupt.)
Izzy had fallen asleep on Simon’s lap, the contents of her glass split on the carpet, which was quickly cleaned by Magnus (once again with a swift movement of his hand). Jace was still passed out on the couch, but he was violently awoken by Clary by her yelling in his face about the multiple different ways she was going to annihilate his parabatai. The blend of death threats towards Alec and this new version of Clary made Jace jolt in his seat, take a throwing star out of the pocket of his jeans and launch it at the wall, right underneath a photo of Simon and Clary, covered in white icing and holding fistfuls of cake, from Simon’s birthday last year.
“Just give me five more minutes,” Jace mumbles sleepily, but opening and closing his eyes to adjust to the light.
“I think someone should take Jace to bed,” Alec says, his brows furrowed with worry.
“I think Jace should suck it up for a few more minutes,” Clary argues.
Currently, Alec had the least amount of money, but he had the most expensive properties. Clary was situated on North Carolina Avenue, a property she just expanded, only eight spaces away from GO. The two dice circulates around her calloused fingers. She frowns in concentration, watching the board like a hawk. Everyone else exchanges glances, as she releases the dice into the air and onto the table.
Simon suppresses a smile, as Clary grinds her teeth and slowly moves up. Magnus’ eyes count out the spaces she has to move, before smiling and nudging Alec. Alec looks at Magnus in confusion, turning to the board and making a few quick calculations in his head and smiling to himself. Clary counts out money, before groaning.
“Two hundred dollars short,” she grumbles.
“Too bad you’re just short of the start,” Alec shrugs, making Clary even more pissed off.
“I have very conflicted feelings right now,” Jace says, looking back and forth between his girlfriend in need of comforting and his parabatai, who he swore to support in all aspects of life.
“Clary, are you good?” Simon asks, failing to mask his joy and fear for Clary losing.
Clary sharply breathes in through her nose, “I’m splendid, Simon. I think this game night was a huge success and still remains one of my better ideas.”
“You don’t feel anger towards Alec at all?” Simon continues.
“Not at all, it was fun,” Clary seethes, offering her hand for Alec to shake.
Simon raises his eyebrows in surprise, before dropping them, seeing Clary’s death grip on Alec’s hand, making Alec wince a little.
“Should this become a tradition? Because I am personally in favour of seeing Clary get overly competitive over board games and a chance to catch a break from Max.” Magnus suggests.
“I’m fine with that,” Jace agrees, his intentions probably different from Magnus’s.
“Weekly?” Alec asks.
“I think Izzy would not benefit getting drunk midweek every week. Maybe fortnightly?” Simon says, a still sleeping Izzy on his lap.
I feel that once Kit and Ty start talking to each other again, Kit will be confused and reach out to Alec, wanting to be that secure post Ty can lean on. While Ty goes to Magnus because he thinks he needs to be more exciting and fun around Kit.
Neither of them know they go to the same couple. And Magnus and Alec never tell each other. It’s all odd when Jace and Clary find Kit and Alec taking, and a week later find Ty and Magnus taking. About the same thing.
