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Third Floor Common Room, Monday Noon

Another Monday, another feeling of slight unease to beat down into submission after philosophy class.

Natalie walked into her common room, brushing wavy strands of hair further away from hger face. She'd been keeping her hair shorter, just barely falling onto her shoulders, since coming to Fandom. Just more convenient for the inevitable fights. As for how she'd taken up styling it more... Fandom days were long. Sometimes working on trivial things like your appearance was good for the soul.

It was probably much for the same reason that she'd taken up tinkering with tea, mixing up different kinds in search of the perfect combination. It was a harmless pastime, something to soothe her. She was going to need a cigarette or two, later, when she went out to observe patrolling or just walk and see whether anyone was up to anything that ought to be disapproved of, but for now this would have to do. Like so many times before, she put her bag of various kinds of tea down on the counter in the kitchen area and got out the notebook she used to record her various experiments.

Secretly she hoped she wouldn't hit on the perfect combination today, either.

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"Tea again? Really?" Jace was not surprised. "I hope none of it is Earl Grey, I can't stand that stuff."

Even under a curse Jace had to be a picky bitch.

"No Earl Grey, Jace," Natalie replied without looking up, examining some small bag of tea or another. "I've run out, and it's not one of my favourites, either."

"Good. I will not have Earl Grey in my presence," Jace said with a mock firmness. "It is the embarrassing country relative of proper tea."

"Our leader is English, though," Natalie drawled, flipping past a few pages to see what she'd written down about the tea she was holding. "Don't they consider Earl Grey a classic or something?"

Only Natalie would wonder whether Umbridge's brainwashing could theoretically affect people's views on tea.

"I'm not sure what our fearless leader's tea preferences are, to be honest," Jace admitted. "I'm overqualified to be her butler so I haven't had the pleasure of preparing her afternoon tea."

"A fate I'm sure you are devastated over." There wasn't a universe where Natalie's default tone wasn't more or less dry. She put the bag down and glanced over, finally. "Though it's common sense that you have more suitable duties."

"Yes, talents such as mine would be wasted with administrative duties, wouldn't they?" Jace agreed. "I'm just glad they were recognized early on. I'm really not one to climb the corporate ladder."

"No, I guess you're not," Natalie replied. There was a pause then, and one of those unblinking gazes like she was weighing his merits or something.

It was kind of a shame about the brainwash. And yet in some ways, not at all. "Not that we're a corporation," she continued. "Anything worth mentioning happening today?"

"Not yet, but it's still early," Jace said. "Haven't even gone out patrolling yet."

Funny how he made the word "patrolling" sound a lot like "hunting".

At this point, Natalie would not have expected anything else. In particular because she'd tagged along more than once.

"Mmhmm. Well, it is a little early for that. All the smart little rebels are still hiding out."

"They think they're smart, don't they? Wandering around in the dark like that," he said, getting a bit quieter. "Maybe I'll freshen up the rune that lets me see in the dark. That would be a surprise for them."

"It's a shame that you can't take Marks."

"How sweet of you to say that, but I do just fine with my own skills," Natalie informed him, picking up the bags of tea she'd decided to blend. Maybe she couldn't make herself see in the dark, but her battle stats were something crazy after a year on this island. "Yet to be a damsel you need to save."

"I don't doubt your ability to take care of yourself," Jace said, and that was the truth. "You would put some Shadowhunters to shame."

That was a nice taunt for Alec, now that he was thinking about it.

"And you're thinking of one in particular," she filled in, rolling her eyes before opening a cupboard door to get a kettle.

"Well he is the only Shadowhunter around to compare you to," he said. "Well aside from me, of course, but..."

There was really no comparison there, that's how he was going to finish that sentence.

Since Natalie had just rolled her eyes, and kind of needed them for what she was doing, anyway, she settled on shaking her head.

"Of course," she said, dryly. "Guess I'll content myself with being superior in other ways."

Like still being able to think for herself.

"You do handle tea better than I do, I will give you that," he said. "Also I imagine you're more flexible than I am."

He probably had imagined that too at some point pre-Imperio.

"Entirely possible," Natalie replied, mildly, as she got water in the kettle, just barely glancing over. "Don't need runes for that."

"No that one is all genes," he said with a nod. "What are you doing tonight? Gonna put that flexibility to good use?"

"I haven't made plans." No comment on how dirty that had sounded. They didn't do that here on Umbridge Island. "Guess I'll see where the day takes me."

Nope, they didn't do that at all here. Didn't stop Jace from being creepy though. It'd take a few more curses to suppress that.

"There seems to be more and more days like that," he noticed. "The traitors aren't as dumb as they used to be. What I'd give for some new people."

"Technically, a lot of them aren't traitors, because they were never on our side," Natalie replied idly. "Not like that girl who looks like me."

That one was definitely a traitor.

"If they come to this island and don't join Umbridge then they are traitors," Jace said like a good little minion. "The girl with your face happens to be a traitor and a bitch."

"Can't argue with that." Though, Natalie had probably been bitchier about having to share her face than Kate had. "But guess not everyone can be as smart as us."

"They'll regret that," he said. "I'd say I feel sorry for them but tracking them down is my only form of entertainment."

Natalie gave that a quiet snort. "Why do you think I do this tea thing?"

To be honest, it was really less to alleviate boredom and more to center herself, but she wasn't going to tell him that. Or anyone else, for that matter.

"Well I can't do the tea thing," Jace said. "It'd be stealing your schtick. That would be rude."

"No, but I'm sure you could find other things to pass the time." Natalie just liked spending hers on tea, fixing her hair, and working her way through the school library. "Cultivating random skills."

Like curling his hair or something. Yeah.

His hair was already perfectly curled, thank you. His Sue status assured that.

"I could always use more target practice," he decided. "Alec has his love of bows and arrows, it's only right that I repay the favor with an arrow to the ankle or something."

Nothing too damaging. Jace still didnt want to risk severing the parabatai link.

"I'd say something about an arrow to the knee, but I guess that reference is a little past the start of our lives here."

Natalie being strange was another one of those things that would stay the same from universe to universe. She brushed some artificially curled strands of hair back again, and reached for a mug. "But I'm sure that would surprise him, at least."

"I'm sure he'd give me one of those damaged betrayed looks he's so fond of these days," he said, knowing to ignore Natalie's weirdness by now. Jace figured everybody had the right to have something off about them.

"When I do manage to shoot him I'll be sure to let you know. You can have a front row seat."

"Thanks." She didn't sound that enthusiastic, but then she rarely did. And even when she did, it was usually to fake as a fake thing. "I'd promise to repay the favour, but I don't really have it in for anyone that personally."

She'd actually have a different view on that later today.

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