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-New York Institute-
The Blackthorns were staying with the Lightwoods, debating, planning, brainstorming ideas on how to get their brother back. Magnus and Alec were curled up on a love seat, in the corner; Jace and Clary on the floor; Helen pacing the room while Aline watched lost on how to help her girlfriend; Isabelle sat near Magnus and Alec ringing her hands.
"One of his eyes were soild gold. He's in the Hunt now and he can't get out with out his leader's permission. The Clave--" Alec got cut off.
"Fuck the Clave, they're not gonna do shit for Mark." Julian spat.
"Language. And the Consul would help if she could, you know that," Helen said.
"I know, sorry Aline I know your mom would do it if she could. Its just that-" he stopped short at let out a breath. "I understand Jules." Aline told him, a small smile on her face.
"Magnus, anything?" Helen asked. "Sorry, darling. I can't." He responded sadly.
"Wait. Remember our really distant cousin in England. They have connections with this kind of stuff."
"The Malfoys."
"Pack your bags, guys. We're going to England"
"What about Simon? Can he come too?"
"Sure"
"Okay, lets do this."