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Clary Fairchild (keepscomingback) wrote in thecityof,

Clary was tired by the time she decided to head up to the roof for some quiet reflection. Izzy was both the best and the worst possible Black Friday shopping partner she could have picked. On one hand, she had a very hot new wardrobe that was the complete antithesis of her work wear. On the other, she was exhausted. They'd truly left no stone (store?) unturned and her feet were killing her.

Still, Peter was out for her blood and she wasn't really ready yet to deal with him. She'd been actively avoiding drama lately so having it brought to her doorstep didn't really work for her. Clary wasn't really afraid of him or anything, she just wasn't in the mood.

The roof had become one of her favorite places ever since she and Mark had driven out to the desert to see the stars unencumbered by the city lights. It had reminded her that there was still so much magic in the most ordinary of things and it helped her to feel small when she needed it. You couldn't see nearly as many as you could out in the desert but the height had its own appeal.

She smiled when she saw George. He was someone super close to Simon but she hadn't really spent much time with him and didn't know him well. Still, even from the future, he was part of her world--her real world--so something about him felt like home.

"They said this is where the Necromancy Survivors club was meeting." Clary joked, referring back to their conversation when she'd returned from her death match. He was one of the few people who hadn't jumped her shit then, or even at all, and it was something she hadn't forgotten.