Lightwoods were not supposed to associate with the Shadowhunters at the London Institute. Supposedly they were better than the nephilim that lived there. It was a place where the castoffs no one wanted and the bad hunters were kept... at least that's what his parents always said. But Alec knew that wasn't true.
Will Herondale was one of the best hunters among them even if he had an ego the size of an ocean. No matter what Jace might say, the nephilim was a good hunter... so was his parabatai, Jem.
The others... he doubted that they were unwanted like his mother claimed. Being an orphan didn't make a person unwanted... and, considering the feelings he'd developed for a certain young lady, one nephilim at the Institute could not be called unwanted.
Magnus had steadily become the object of his affections, something that had been one of the reasons he'd moved from the family estate to London. He wanted to be close so that he might court her - if she would agree to such a thing - and he couldn't do that while his parents glared at them and tried to force him to be interested in their friends' daughters.
The courting seemed to be working... perhaps. Alec knew that having Magnus show up at his window, asking to be let inside wasn't proper, but considering how little of mundane rules really fit nephilim life, it seemed perfect for them.
At least she rarely used his bedroom window for her nocturnal visits.
Hearing the familiar knock at the window, he moved to the case and carefully opened it, afraid he might upset her balance, then offered her a hand to help her inside. "Was he being insufferable again?"
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Will Herondale was one of the best hunters among them even if he had an ego the size of an ocean. No matter what Jace might say, the nephilim was a good hunter... so was his parabatai, Jem.
The others... he doubted that they were unwanted like his mother claimed. Being an orphan didn't make a person unwanted... and, considering the feelings he'd developed for a certain young lady, one nephilim at the Institute could not be called unwanted.
Magnus had steadily become the object of his affections, something that had been one of the reasons he'd moved from the family estate to London. He wanted to be close so that he might court her - if she would agree to such a thing - and he couldn't do that while his parents glared at them and tried to force him to be interested in their friends' daughters.
The courting seemed to be working... perhaps. Alec knew that having Magnus show up at his window, asking to be let inside wasn't proper, but considering how little of mundane rules really fit nephilim life, it seemed perfect for them.
At least she rarely used his bedroom window for her nocturnal visits.
Hearing the familiar knock at the window, he moved to the case and carefully opened it, afraid he might upset her balance, then offered her a hand to help her inside. "Was he being insufferable again?"