Harlem wasnâ€™t paying attention to the conversation, naturally. She was more focused on quenching the sudden emptiness in her stomach. She eyed the man with the sandwiches, trying to telepathically tell him to come back her way. If she could just get someone to come within armâ€™s reach...<br/><br/>Harlem suddenly heard her name, and tuned into the conversation a little too late to learn what exactly was going on. â€œ--Harlem the room I had arranged for her?...By the way, have you seen Emma around? I figured I'd introduce her to Ian, they are about the same age, and would probably get along fantastically." Said the woman her parents had introduced her too. Anabell â€“ that was her name â€“ gave a sweet smile to her and Ian before turning back to a tall boy who seemed to have appeared from nowhere.<br/><br/>"It's a pleasure to finally meet you all. I'm Kye Murphy, and No Anabell, I haven't seen Emma since earlier today, I wonder where she ran off too... Anyway, Harlem if you would like I can escort you now or after the party, which ever you prefer." Said the tall boy with a nice smile and little bow.<br/><br/>The violet-eyed girl blinked at the tall boy with short hair, gathering he was to show her to her new room? She looked down at Ian, whose big blue eyes were glancing at her sideways, his mouth in a small frown. He wanted to go too. Harlem ruffled her brotherâ€™s silver hair and looked back up at the boy, Kye.<br/><br/>â€œI think afterwards would be best. Ian and I will be leaving only for an hour to retrieve our things and come right back. You can show us then.â€ Harlem said, her gaze steady but polite. Ian grinned, glad to be included.<br/><br/>Harlem spotted a platter of sandwiches and sprang into action. â€œNow, if youâ€™ll excuse me...â€ and she slipped into the crowd, her ruffled black skirt hitched up around her ankles to allow her speed.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>A lone man wandered the streets of Seattle, in a hurry to return to his apartment. His coat was long and a golden chain was strung from one button and disappeared into his pocket.  He stepped under a streetlight, and was suddenly illuminated in full color. His hair stood out a shocking scarlet against the dull black night. Suddenly he stopped. And listened for a moment. He turned to look over his shoulder, scowling at the shadows behind him, his vibrant jade green eyes flashing fiercely.<br/><br/>When nothing approached him, Azriel continued his trek home. But he felt like he was being stalked the entire way there. The warlock slammed his door closed and threw the dead bolt home. Then the lock on the knob. Then the big latch above the deadbolt. Then the chain lock above that.<br/><br/>Never mind the fact that his apartment was always warded against intruders; locks or no locks.<br/><br/>The lights flicked on upon his entrance. Azriel shed his coat and dropped his pocket watch on the table by the couch. He strolled into the kitchen while fiddling with the white cuffs of the shirt under his waistcoat. Heâ€™d been feeling jumpy evening, watched or followed, he didnâ€™t know which. The warlock didnâ€™t appreciate the paranoia.<br/><br/>So instead he turned on the television without touching any remote. You may also want to note that the device was not plugged in. Saves a fortune on electricity bills. With the flickering light and babble of sound from the tv, Raziel could pretend to forget what was bothering him.<br/><br/>Those damn Shadowhunters were causing trouble again.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The Morgenstern siblings waited at a corner for the light to turn green, bags over their shoulders and rolling behind them. Their parents did not accompany them, due to an urgent call from Alicante that kept them from escorting the children.<br/><br/>The party had ended a good hour or so ago, or at least the Morgensterns had left at that time. Harlem had gratefully shed the heels and replaced them with thick-soled, knee-high black leather boots with buckles all up the sides. Sheâ€™d also exchanged the dress for black shorts and a bell-sleeved black blouse with a skull printed on it. The only thing she had left was the makeup and fishnet stockings. The two of them also had their weapons; a little knife sheath for Ian (he wasnâ€™t technically trained yet), Harlem had her stele, and her enormous scythe was strapped across her back. Cloth had been wrapped around the blade to prevent it from A: rusting, and B: cutting something, or someone, accidently. Both weapons had runes to make them invisible to those without the Sight.<br/><br/>Ian looked up at Harlem. â€œHey, sis?â€ Heâ€™d also exchanged his mini-tux for his favorite blue hoodie, darkwashed jeans and sneakers.<br/><br/>Harlem didnâ€™t tear her eyes from the â€˜Donâ€™t walkâ€™ signal. â€œYeah?â€ She intoned.<br/><br/>â€œWhat does being a Morgenstern mean?â€ He asked out of nowhere.<br/><br/>Harlem shot him a curious glance and her brow furrowed. She stared at the signal. â€œIt means weâ€™re an old Shadowhunter family. Named for the Fallen Star of Heaven. Lucifer.â€<br/><br/>Ian blinked, his expression unchanging. â€œBut isnâ€™t Lucifer the devil?â€<br/><br/>Harlem refused to make eye contact. â€œYeah, but he was one of Godâ€™s angels first. Thatâ€™s why the clan was named for him.â€<br/><br/>Ian looked away. The light turned green. Harlem took a step forward, but not before she heard Ian mutter, â€œI still think it sounds like a bad thing.â€<br/><br/>She pretended not to hear.<br/><br/>They reached the Institute, finally, and stood on the stoop. Harlem raised her hand to knock, but was suddenly struck by a horrible feeling. It was a chill down her spine, a rush of oxygen from her lungs, a turning of something in her stomach. Her hand froze midair and her head felt like it was full of static. A drop of sweat ran down her face.<span style="font-style: italic">What...Whatâ€™s happening?</span>Something just felt absolutely, horribly<span style="font-style: italic">wrong</span>.<br/><br/>Ian was staring at her. â€œ...Sister?â€ He asked.<br/><br/>Harlem snapped out of it. She knocked, and shook off the bad feeling. The siblings glanced at each other once, and waited.