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    February 10th, Year 7
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    The distant ticking of a clock was one of the very few sounds in the room as Jace's fingers turned another page of the book laid out in front of him on the desk.
    It was one of many, scattered across the desk surface though not without order, next to the book to the left was a notebook with several notes written onto the white paper already, the orderly but swift handwriting drawing black across the thin lines.

    His right hand occasionally turned the ring on the necklace around his neck around and around, the metal warming up beneath his touch as he ran his finger along the letters upon the ring absent-mindedly, eyes running over the printed pages. It was quiet and comfortable almost, one of the windows opened partly to let in the cold night air though Jace wasn't freezng at all.
    The desklamp flickered once and then remained steady in its light once more, causing the Shadowhunter's eyes to leave the pages for a mere moment.
    There was a single object which didn't quite fit the scene - amongst the books and the notes stood a small basket stuffed with a deep red, thick cloth and amidst it sat a bird of prey. Or rather, what would yet come to become a bird of prey. The fledgling was but a few weeks old at most, white puffy feathers peeking out from between brown and gray plumage, the whole thing looking quite lost and messy yet, all over the place. Yellow feet with long toes and equally long claws hidden somewhere within the blanket and light gray eyes sharp and alert watched, hardly moving, how Jace's hand occasionally turned a page or picked up the pen to scribble down further notes.
    As focused as the Shadowhunter was - the basket with the young bird had been placed right in his line of sight, all he'd need to do to take a look at the bird was to raise his eyes from the pages of the book.

    The poor thing didn't have a name yet, perhaps not so much because there weren't enough options to choose from, but because Jace was hesitant to name it in the first place.
    He knew Valentine hadn't been right - about... anything, really, but that didn't erase the memories he's kept. Naming the bird would mean making it his, his pet, his partner, his ...whatever. A whatever he cared enough about to give it a name.
    And so far he didn't even know whether the bird would stay with him in the first place, whether it wouldn't leave in a few weeks or wouldn't find its death out there, haunted down by something larger than itself.
    As long as there was no name, it was easier to look at the miserable ball of ruffled up feathers, fight a much too warm smile and pretend this didn't mean anything.
    It was a young male Cooper's Hawk.
    Though his knowledge on birds was not quite as wide as his knowledge on demons and runes and downworlders, he knew enough to recognize most birds of prey.

    The minutes passed, seconds ticking away while the text slowly grew less and less comprehensible the later the hour turned. But Jace wasn't tired yet and there'd still be a good few hours during which he'd be able to keep this up - at least finish this chapter.
    He didn't notice at first when he was joined by company. Feathered company, mind you.
    A black raven at the half-opened window didn't make enough noise for Jace to raise his eyes from the book or drop the pen in his left hand which had just picked up writing again.
    Though, even if he would have looked up right away, he would not have guessed that his uninvited company was not merely a street raven seeking warmth and shelter from the late winter winds...

     
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    Snowflakes were melting on dark feathers cutting the air. Beside the wings, nothing else made a single sound. As if nature had decided to cancel the world for tonight. It wasn't exactly completely dark, with all the snow on the ground reflecting most available light sources, and snow clouds wrapping the sky into a thick blanket; and yet, the raven was swallowed by the deep shadow of the night.

    The slightly open window radiated a warm, welcoming light into this darkness, and the raven didn't hesitate, when he landed on the outer window sill and slipped inside the heated apartment. Black eyes scanned the room for any of the inhabitants, and-

    The bird paused. Tilted his head to take in more details. The frame of the man sitting at the desk was no unfamiliar sight to the bird - or the being hiding behind the feathered mask. Just that he hadn't expected to see him here of all places. Pandora was never reliant. It pulled people in, only to drag them away a few weeks or months later. The raven had witness that before.
    You could never be sure, when or if people from your own world would ever join you. So, to see this man here, was- a surprise. Not exactly a welcomed one, but a surprise.

    It made a nearly inaudible sound, when the bird shook his feathers to clear them from the snow, before he hopped inside, onto the carpet. Curiously, he jumped closer to the shadowhunter, and got up onto an open bookshelf next to the table he was sitting at. Wrapping his claws around the back of a novel - Dorian Gray he realized when eyeing the book closer - to stabilize himself, the raven looked at Jace, and then eyed the fledgling on the table in front of him closer. A bird of prey. Or, on the best way to become one.

    Something inside him found that image weird; the cocky, over-confident Jace- Morgenstern? Lightwood? Or was it Wayland again? Whatever - the cocky, over-confident shadowhunter, Valentine's son, taking care of a small fledgling? Even if Jace had worked against his father, last time they had met, it had, in the end, been him to touch that damned sword and enable Valentine to kill a room full of good people. If the young man had known about the effects of him touching the weapon or not, the bird didn't know, and that, was the problem.

    He cawed.
     
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    The sound of wings made Jace look up abruptly and before he even really recognized the sound as that of wings, his hand had already reached for the closest weapon - in this case a dagger at his thigh.
    The nameless bird in its casket seemed to follow his movement, or had perhaps heard the sound before the shadowhunter himself had and those sharp eyes locked upon the new company watching yet in silence.

    When Jace realized that the bird which had most likely entered through the half opened window posed no threat, he returned his hand to the pen on the desk, frowning at the raven walking through the room like it lived here.
    Magnus might have agreed to put up with the hawk but if his place should turn into a warming place for all kinds of birds the warlock would certainly not be excited in the slightest, nor half as welcoming as he had been about the puffed up ball of feathers sitting in the casket.
    Rolling his eyes, the shadowhunter watched the bird move around and wondered briefly whether it would be worth the effort of getting up and chasing it out or just getting rid of it spot on.
    It was mere luck neither Alec nor Magnus were around to witness this mess. As exhausting as it was to share the place, Jace wasn't eager on getting kicked out, especially since he didn't have anywhere else to go (as seemed to be the case so often).

    For a moment his eyes followed the black bird as it sat down on the bookshelf with careless arrogance - like it owned that shelf along with everything within in.
    "If you damage Magnus' books he'll turn you into a toad."
    Very unlikely to be true but Jace couldn't prevent himself from mumbling the words towards the bird anyway, a cheeky grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
    Leaning back in his chair, he dropped the pen onto the collection of notes, watching the raven with curiosity brn out of the mere fact that he's been sitting over these books for hours and it was nice to have a distraction for a little while.

     
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    A toad, huh? That didn't sound like a thing Magnus would do. If only, because a bird was much easier to chase outside than a toad. And, knowing the warlock, he never had been particularly fond of toads, had he now?
    But, Jace didn't need to know that.

    Again, the raven cawed, before gracefully and almost silently landing on the table. His black - or were they deep brown? - eyes scanned the papers scattered around the desk, trying to decipher Jace's handwriting. Something about demons and otherworldly creatures, neatly summarized in pages and pages of notes.
    "Trying to settle in, huh?" he would've asked, but something told Raphael, if he were to turn back into his human form now, Jace might've chased him outside quicker than he could've made a sarcastic comments about 'hunting shadows'.

    A visible tremor ran through the raven's body. He had wanted to visit Magnus, to ask for some pain relief, some late-hour talk to distract himself with. Now finding the blond shadowhunter here instead had not been part of the plan, but at least this would give him something to take off his mind of the ache.

    Not that Jace and he were anything close to friends, and Raphael didn't even like the guy much, from what he had heard and witnessed of him. But 'normal' wasn't the mood of the week - or the last month - and as long as he wouldn't recognize the bird, Raphael could stay here for as long as the shadowhunter would have him.

    To observe him when he thinks nobody's watching him, he told himself to feel less weird about the whole thing, before raising his gaze at the man again.
     
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    Another caw followed, almost as if it had actually understood what Jace's said - it was a shame he actually liked birds.
    When the raven moved on onto the table though, the shadowhunter's gaze grew sharper. He didn't want the bird anywhere near his hawk.

    ...The hawk. Not his hawk. The hawk.
    Eyes focused on the black-feathered bird, he leaned a touch forward if only to be able to chase the bird away faster if it should attempt to get anywhere near the basket. Of course a raven was no match for a bird of prey and they were already almost the same size, but risking an injury on the hawk was not something Jace was willing to do.

    The tremor that ran through the black bird, however, he did notice - it was an odd occurance, one he hadn't seen often in birds. And for a brief moment Jace wondered whether the raven was perhaps sick, and if yes whether it could affect the hawk in any way - another aspect to be avoided.
    The fledgling couldn't fly yet which only meant he had to be extra careful to make sure it didn't get hurt in any way - a fulltime job, so far, but he liked to believe he was doing well enough on it.
    So far the raven had made no attempts to harm the fledgling though, which meant he wouldn't need to chase it right out the window immediately.

    Though Jace's glance remained trained on the raven silently, the hint of tension in his shoulders the only thing giving away the fact that he was prepared to move towards the bird in an instant should it be necessary to do so.
    The ring dangling from his neck caught the light of the desklamp upon its surface and threw a dancing spot of light across the books and notes upon the table, a flicker of light at the corner of his eye he would yet need to get used to.

     
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    The shift in Jace's posture didn't go unnoticed, and Raphael could more or less guess why he would tense up. The fledgling in that basket seemed to be of greater importance to the shadowhunter than the vampire had assumed at first. He made a mental note to not hop closer to the bird, as he definitely didn't want a seraph blade sticking out of his ribcage.

    A ray of light caught in the pendant of the shadowhunter's necklace and the raven eyed it closer, out of pure curiosity. The light reflected off of his dark eyes and Raphael paused. Did he imagine things now, or was that a Herondale ring? Magnus had taught him quite some stuff about shadowhunter families and their desire to keep the bloodlines 'clean' - and that alone had rubbed the vampire the completely wrong way. But all the bloodlines aside - since when was Jace a Herondale? Didn't the guy have enough possible last names to choose from already? Last time, they'd met, he had still worn the name Morgenstern. If Jace was one of them now, and not Valentine's son, then--

    ...then he has to be from the future...

    That realization sunk in slowly, as the bird eyed the ring closer, while refraining from touching it.
    If this had been any other person, Raphael might've revealed himself right about now and asked a few questions, but- no, he couldn't do that with Jace. How high were the chances, the shadowhunter would tell him exactly nothing? Yeah. The clan leader might've grown a bit more open and relaxed during the last nine months in Pandora, but even he would've hesitated to tell Jace of all people about the future. The man's cocky attitude just didn't sit right with the vampire.

    He was unable to do anything about that at that moment, and that was frustrating.
    Raphael might've decided to leave again now, but, he wasn't done here yet.
    The raven looked around and suddenly picked up a pencil with which he hopped further away from the fledgling, towards an empty notebook. Writing with a pencil held inside a beak was really not the easiest task, as he noticed, but Raphael still managed to draw a half-decent Magnus? onto the sheet before hopping onto its other side and pushing the notebook towards the shadowhunter.
     
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    There was a silent moment of bird-staring. Which, in that case meant, Jace stared at the raven and the raven back at him for what must have been several seconds at least.
    It was enough for the shadowhunter to get the odd gut feeling that something was fairly off about this bird.
    - until suddenly the bird grabbed his pen, like birds tended to do. Though the pen wasn't exactly shiny.

    Jace was half-way out of his chair in an instant, intent on getting his possession back even if it was only a stupid pen.
    But he paused the moment he realized just what the raven was doing.
    And for a few heartbeats of silent disbelief Jace stared at the pen moving across paper, distantly wondering whether perhaps he was hallucinating again like he had at Max' rune ceremony. Or whether, perhaps, birds were more intelligent around Pandora. Or, of course, this wasn't a bird at all.

    It couldn't be a demon though could it now?
    He would have realized that by now (or so he told himself, anyway).
    Besides, if it would have been one, it surely would have attempted to attack him by now. Or at least do whatever it's come here for. But the feathered beast had done nothing other than walk all over his notes.
    Pandora was home to enough creatures Jace didn't know yet, or not well enough at least to be able to tell apart expertly. Which meant this raven could be close to anything other than an actual raven - or, also an actual raven, just not the kind he knew from NY.
    All of which was not exactly a comforting thought to have.

    The shadowhunter was torn out of his thoughts when the notepad was pushed back towards him, the letters though far from neat not difficult to make out.
    Magnus?
    Couldn't it have added a few more words to that or was being vague suddenly cool again?
    Frowning in confusion, Jace stared at the paper for a moment longer before his different colored eyes jumped up towards the raven once more.
    "I'm not Magnus."
    Was Jace's first, instinctive answer, not realizing just how dumb he must have sounded to the bird which wasn't a bird at all in that moment.

    "He's out. What do you want?"
    Leading conversations with a bird was not what Jace had expected himself to be doing here. Or...anywhere, for that matter. And despite that, he was not keen on spilling any details about the warlock's whereabouts nor the fact that he was out with company - speak, Alec.
    That bird could be some kind of magical trick from Magnus, though Jace wasn't aware of any magic that could do...whatever this was to a bird, but it could also be here to deliver information to or from someone.
    The possibilities were much too many at this point and as long as he didn't know anything more precise, Jace was not intending to spill any possibly relevant information to a raven which might or might not be one at all.

     
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    "I'm not Magnus."

    Letting go of the pencil, the raven cawed, as if to reply: 'You don't say.' - if that was possible to hear out of a caw. He was already thinking about how to word it differently to get the desired answer out of him, when the shadowhunter seemed to realize what he actually wanted.
    So. Magnus was out. With Alec, most likely. Well, at least the last part of that was good. Meeting Alec in this state was bound to end in disaster. God knew, what he would do with a clearly suffering Raphael - suffering from withdrawal, mind you. Even if the vampire would've hoped, the young man could be reasoned with, he suspected, Alec didn't find no sympathy for him anymore, when he would see him, addicted to someone's blood, again.

    He hopped onto the note book again, picked the dropped pencil, and drew 'pain' onto the sheet. Another tremor went through the bird, as if the thought alone increased said pain. And, truth be told, it actually did.
     
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    If he wouldn't have known better, Jace could have sworn the caw sounded almost judging, if that was in any way possible - on the other hand, those past months the word impossible itself had proven to be fairly impossible over and over again. So, really, what was a raven with a judging caw scribbling vague messages onto his notepad?

    Speaking of which - the raven picked the pen up again, set it once more upon the paper and Jace watched with a frown when the letters formed and as if it couldn't have been any vaguer, that was exactly what it bacame: even more vague.
    Nobody at the institute had prepared him for solving a raven's riddles on a winter night.
    Pain could mean a million things but the very first thought that came to Jace's mind caused an immediate reaction.
    "Is Magnus in pain? Where is he?"
    He might not have cared too much for the warlock but he knew how important he was for Alec - and those whom Alec cared about he would protect, too.
    Thy people shall be my people
    It wasn't just a meaningless phrase to him.

    He had risen out of his chair in a heatrbeat, left hand reaching for the seraph blade just to reassure himself it was still there (he hadn't taken his gear off yet, luckily as it seemed), half-way turning towards the door and only pausing long enough to await the bird's response.

     
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    Alright. Fair. He could've been a bit more specific. But for a raven who could write, Jace was giving him way too little credit, Raphael thought, and, at the same time, was overestimating him quite a bit. Did all birds, Jace communicated with, have the mental capacity to form full sentences, or..?

    The man ran off towards the door, but paused, waiting for Raphael to confirm or deny that guess, it seemed. The vampire would've sighed in relief, if he could have. Quickly, he looked at the paper and then added an I am in to the pain he had already drawn onto the page, before taking the notebook into his talons and carrying it to Jace. He dropped it, hoping the guy would react fast enough and catch it, before he landed on the bookshelf again - just on the end that was closer to the door this time.

    Raphael really didn't want to ask Magnus to come home, when he seemed to be out with his boyfriend, but the pain was nearly unbearable at this point. God knew, he was trying to ignore the aching fangs and the ice in his bones, or the tremor and the shadows under his eyes; a useless attempt, really. And despite not wanting to ask for help again, Raphael knew Magnus would be even more disappointed, knowing he didn't, although the warlock had offered to ease the withdrawal symptoms.
    He just didn't wanna cause more drama. So. Maybe Jace could tell the warlock about the bird? Or he could tell Raphael where his friend was at, so he could drob by there, thus avoiding to force Magnus to return early?
     
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    There it was again, the pen scribbling over paper - if this was an incredibly educated bird or some other creature (latter of which seemed more likely if only because it made Jace feel less insane to be communicating with it) was not something the shadowhunter was intending to question now.
    The words on the paper, however, made him pause immediately.
    Would this be a thing now? Pained birds following him or...? Because if this was supposed to be funny - it wasn't.

    With Magnus apparently not in danger but merely the bird, Jace relaxed a little. A raven's wellbeing didn't exactly trouble him much but the bird had asked for Magnus which meant it knew the warlock - presumably - or it wanted to make Jace believe it knew the warlock.
    This whole thing could still be a trap, it was much too convenient, really.
    Which only really left two options to solve the issue - break the raven's neck right here, or ask Magnus directly.
    Jace considered that for a moment, staring at the bird, before eventually reaching for his phone and opening the camera option.

    He couldn't quite believe he was doing this and shooting the picture of the bird was accompanied by a disbelieving shake of his head about himself, mostly.
    If it were up to him, he'd just snap the poor thing's neck - but if this was indeed some magic-related business, then it might be better to double check.
    Typing up a few words for Magnus, the shadowhunter send the message off, eyes returning to the bird a moment later.
    As long as this whole thing was unsolved, he was intending to not let the raven out nor into any other room or in general out of sight - for all he knew that raven there might just be out to murder them all.

     
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    The look Jace gave him, made Raphael feel slightly uncomfortable. Something in his eyes seemed dangerous and if it came to a fight, he could only do so much as a bird - a form in which he was trapped in for now, not wanting to reveal himself, out of fear Jace would decide to stake him for whatever reason. In Raphael's momentary state, it was hard for him to not be or get easily paranoid about such things. Which, was why he hopped a good bit further away from the man, settling on a spellbook, when Jace reached for his pants' pockets. Maybe he wanted to reach for a knife to kill him? What if he thought he had to put the bird out of its misery? He cawed, with much less power behind it, this time, eyeing the man's hand closely.
    It- was only a phone, though, which the shadowhunter pulled out of said pocket, taking a picture of him and then typing something.

    Thank you, he thought, not without a bit of sarcasm in it.

    If Jace would try and catch him, he could be sure to be in for some bite and claw marks. If push came to shove, he could still turn into smoke for a moment to get out of the shadowhunter's grip, but Raphael wasn't about to take any chances. He had to avoid getting into his hands in the first place.

    Just reply, Magnus. Please.
     
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    That bird didn't complain - in as far as birds could complain - about a picture being taken, though it did back away as if having seen those thoughts Jace had considered a moment ago in his eyes.
    Thoughts that still struck same shadowhunter as a fair enough option. Spare this bird possible suffering - it was sure a quick, safe way, after all.
    But he was already staying at Magnus' place, murdering some potentially important bird wouldn't gain him any favors.

    With his phone still in hand, Jace returned to his prior seat at his desk - though it wasn't quite his desk - and sat down once more, eyes returning to a baby hawk he still had no name for (and wasn't intending to think one up either).
    Magnus didn't let him wait long.
    Soon enough Jace's phone buzzed and a message appeared on screen; panicked sounding words delivered over text only still doing justice to their urgency.
    There would be no dead ravens tonight, as it seemed.

    "You're lucky. Not gonna snap your neck today."
    With emphasis on today though, Jace made sure, if only to scare Magnus' raven-friend a little. Not that he was convinced same raven would be all too enthusiastic about it - but he also wasn't exactly afraid of black birds getting upset.
    Or, any birds getting upset about him, for that matter.

    Out of a corner of his eye, Jace spotted movement - Artemis was stretching its furry paws in its much too comfy looking cat-bed, and as if on instinct he leaned a touch closer to nameless-hawk, reaching out with one hand to pat messy, puffed up feathers; being unusually careful, gentle almost while doing so.

    Artemis and Mr. Hawk here didn't always get along all too well - though that was a bit of an understatement, actually. Usually it wouldn't have bothered him much, but seeing as a demon-cat (or...any cat, for that matter) definitely had an adventage over a baby bird not even capable of flying yet, Jace had to watch out to prevent Artemis from eating his new companion alive.
    And as much as Artemis might want to mess with same new companion, she sure didn't wanna mess with Jace.

    "He said he'd be here soon."
    A hand still gently petting white, soft feathers, Jace raised his head to glance towards Magnus' black bird-buddy, and truth be told, he's never felt quite as awkward around a damned raven before.
    Mr. Hawk, however, seemed to relax with all that attention; sharp, light gray eyes falling close gradually, blinking heavily while its feathered head slowly lowered itself upon Jace's hand.
    It trusted him already - not all too surprising, seeing as he's fed it and kept it warm all this time - a thought which left Jace a bit torn between content satisfaction and fearful anticipation of something bad inevitably waiting to happen next.
    But despite all those indecision on his mind, Jace couldn't quite prevent a mere shadow of a smile from tugging at his lips while his fingers softly cradled his fledgling.

     
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    As Jace moved, Raphael moved as well to keep a certain distance between them, over the books into the opposite direction of the desk. But, as it seemed, Magnus did finally reply - good news too - and it eased the vampire's fear slightly, but not completely. Cawing, the raven stared back at the shadowhunter, when he put emphasis on today, as if it was a damned joke. Don't even think about it, Raphael thought, or I'm gonna bite your hand off. Even if that would have proved difficult with only a beak to use.

    For what it was worth though, the immediate danger seemed over. Good, he mused, before stepping closer to edge of the bookshelf again.

    "He said, he'd be here soon."

    In the man's expression, Raphael believed to see tension. Jace surely was petting the fledgling gently, but if the raven would've come any closer, he assumed, it wouldn't have needed much for him to ignore Magnus' request and really break the raven's neck. Killing a vampire by snapping their bird form's neck - that certainly wasn't what the clan leader had realized was possible, before coming here tonight; and it didn't lighten his mood either.

    Long claws gently wrapped themselves around the spine of another book, when the raven hopped yet another inch closer to the edge of the shelf. More Than 100 Different Ways To Use Salt the cover read. Not sure, if repelling demons or cooking is the one, more likely to be the first of these 100 ways, he mused. Or maybe curing meat. Potentially, winter safety measurements, too, now that he thought about it.

    Quickly forgotten were these thoughts though, when the vampire spotted the cat, slowly tapping towards the bookshelf, her eyes fixed on him. Raphael knew of Artemis' nature, and her very special skill. Spontaneous combustion, had Magnus called it and the clan leader didn't need to see it in person to believe him. Taking into consideration, how easily a vampire could be killed with fire, Raphael definitely didn't want that cat anywhere near him. Under normal circumstances, he might've tried to hiss at her, but as trapped as he was in that feathered form, he could only caw to alert Jace, while his eyes flickered between the cat and him. Very thinly veiled fear was probably visible in his eyes.

    With another caw, Raphael flapped his wings and crossed the room to land on the shade of the ceiling lamp. Xanthic eyes followed his movements, having Artemis run towards the middle of the room and stopping nearly exactly underneath the lamp.

    Yes, I know I'm not a normal raven, you don't need to make that even more obvious - Raphael stared down at her, as if she could suddenly read minds. Zeppelin-shaped pupils fixed on him, though, Artemis did apparently not think about leaving her spot and instead meowed loudly.
     
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  15. Jace Herondale

    Jace Herondale The Mortal Instruments

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    Sharing the next minutes or hours or however long Magnus would take to show up with a raven company was not exactly what Jace had planned for tonight - and he sure wouldn't manage to finish this chapter of the book any faster that way, either.
    The hawk had fallen asleep as it seemed, its gray eyes having fallen shut as its cuddled into the blanket and the Shadowhunter retreated his hand, reaching for his pen once more and deciding to ignore the raven for now.

    That didn't exactly work out though.
    Artemis, as it seemed, was not too willing to ignore the black feathered company, though. Stalking over to the bookshelf and chasing the raven away onto the lamp, making Jace's head jump up in reaction to the sudden flutter of wings.
    A caw and a meow and an eyeroll from Jace.
    How was he supposed to get any work done like that?
    "Artemis, leave it be."
    Not that the cat would bother to listen of course - glaring at it was rather useless too, seeing as the demon cat wasn't even looking in his direction.
    With a sigh Jace pushed himself out of his chair and walked over to the cat, carelessly wrapping his hands around its furry waist and lifting her up to carry her into a different room, just that he didn't make it far at all before the damn thing went up in flames and Jace dropped her with a hiss.

    "Really? Why don't you ever do that when Magnus is around."
    Standing a bit undecided in the middle of the room, Jace looked from the cat back towards the raven perched up on the lamp, trying to think up a solution for what had apaprently become a damned animal shelter.
    "You can wait in Alec's bedroom?"
    He offered to the raven a bit reluctantly. But if locking the raven in the bedroom would bring some peace into this flat then Jace would gladly take it.