“Mhmm, yes very much so,” he took a moment to study the girl in front of him, “Out of curiosity may I ask what species you are? In no way do I mean to offend, but I notice you have no Shadowhunter marks.”
“You didn’t offend me, it’s fine. I’m a warlock.” Klaire pulled up the sleeves of her jumper revealing the black marks that ran up her arms. “I have matching marks on my feet.”
“I’m sure being among war at all times distracts from the fact that it is a church. I mean, this destruction is contrasting to what I would think of when I think church. I’ll admit, it’s quite a beautiful sight from the outside.”
“Definitely, I find it quite paradoxical myself, fighting a war from the inside of a church. Still like you said, it is beautiful on the outside.”
“Right, Pride and Prejudice. I remembered reading that in school.” She nodded. “It’s been a while since I’ve read it. I wonder if there’s a copy in the library.”
“Well if you can’t find one, you could always borrow my copy.”
“Yes, I’m fine.” Genevieve replied with a smile before averting the conversation back. “Fanfiction? What’s that?” She asked curiously.
Klaire smiled back “Oh, yes. I forget it’s a mundane thing. Um, so mundanes when they really enjoy something like a book, fans of said book often write fiction based around it.”
Ravens and Writing Desks 