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fandomhighdorms2014-02-17 05:29 pm
seveninchmotto) wrote in fandomhighdorms2014-02-17 05:29 pm
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Third Floor Common Room, Monday Late Morning
Isabelle had to admit, it had been nice to spar with another Shadowhunter whose moves she was not a hundred percent familiar with, this morning. Even if said Shadowhunter was a tiny one, and so she'd had to hold back pretty much all of her strength. And also had to use the wooden swords. But still. Yukon wasn't half bad – not that Isabelle had expected her to be – and it had been fun, in a different way from what she usually did in the salle.
What was less nice was when Yukon announced that breakfast made by Isabelle would not cut it, and that they'd either have to get Daddy to make it, or buy something. So in a fit of niceness, Isabelle had ordered in some super healthy breakfast from J,GoB. Hey, growing Shadowhunters needed their sugar! Or maybe they shouldn't have been left unsupervised. Either or.
So, now both girls were curled up on the couch, getting their all-important sugar fix, and talking about such important things as how much Yukon's poor dad still tried to talk to Shadowhunters about mundane things that fell to deaf ears.
And maybe there were even some pastries to share with people who happened to come by. Maybe. Lightwood girls were pretty fickle about sharing.
[ooc: Open!]
What was less nice was when Yukon announced that breakfast made by Isabelle would not cut it, and that they'd either have to get Daddy to make it, or buy something. So in a fit of niceness, Isabelle had ordered in some super healthy breakfast from J,GoB. Hey, growing Shadowhunters needed their sugar! Or maybe they shouldn't have been left unsupervised. Either or.
So, now both girls were curled up on the couch, getting their all-important sugar fix, and talking about such important things as how much Yukon's poor dad still tried to talk to Shadowhunters about mundane things that fell to deaf ears.
And maybe there were even some pastries to share with people who happened to come by. Maybe. Lightwood girls were pretty fickle about sharing.
[ooc: Open!]
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Warlock and all.
"Would you like anything?"
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Well, he'd asked!
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Just don't ask if he had magically put dollar bills in the bakery's tip jar.
"I'm Gabe, by the way," he said as he passed Yukon her donuts. "Gabe Bane."
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Isabelle, however, was a little cooler about things. Now that she'd taken a better look at him. "I didn't know we had a warlock on the island."
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Yes, he was being confusing on purpose.
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"What did you just call me?"
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Yes, that was one word for it.
"You're my father's sister. It seems an appropriate term."
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They already had mundies, they didn't need warlocks too!
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He dropped the smirky act for a moment to smile at Yukon. "Who are you?"
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Yeah, she had much pride to go with that ridiculous name.
You know what else she was proud about?
"My mom's Isabelle Lightwood and my dad is Raleigh Becket."
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"My fathers are Alec Lightwood and Magnus Bane," he told her. "You might be familiar with them."
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"Well I know Uncle Magnus, duh."
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Although, "I'm afraid I don't know a Raleigh Becket, though."
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"He's a great warrior," Yukon interjected. "Who I still have to protect because he's a mundie."
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"I didn't think warlocks could even have children."
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And then, "Do I like you, where you're from?"
It was important question.
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