The Found Herondale

Chapter 22

Chapter 22
Olive's POV

Ahren and I kiss again and again until our lips are swollen and our faces are flushed.

"Thank you for all your help," Ahren says as I bid them goodnight, well after the movie ended.
"Anytime Sanderson," I reply.

I head up to my room and create a portal to the London Institute.
I land in the ballroom.

The place is lively and pretty, proof that a family had been living there recently.
I change into my Kylie facade but change the outfit into more British-y.

Voices sound down the hall, and  I quickly move up to the bedrooms, looking for any clues leading to Addison.
How far had Raleigh gone?

I look into rooms, but as I pass one, a girl's voice vibrates.
"Who goes there?"

I freeze.
The girl comes out and sees me.
"Who are you?"

"Kylie Bridgestock," I reply. "From the L.A Institute. Who might you be?"
"Mina Carstairs. My parents run the London Institute here."
I nod.

"Are there any old rooms with books? Maybe some old relics?"
Mina watches me curiously.
"You can ask my mother and father about it, they're both old their age."
"Thank you."

I pass her as I hear voices down the hallway.

A floating ghost passes by, not aware of her surroundings.
Or at least to me.

"Jessamine?" I ask.
She pauses.
"You can see me?"

I nod.
"Could you show me where some old artifacts?"
"You're looking for Addison or some other friends from the past, aren't you?" She asks.

"How'd you know that?"
Jessamine says nothing and floats down the hallway.

I follow her, and she goes into the drawing-room.
Theresa Gray, James Carstairs, Isabelle and Simon Lovelace are sitting on the couches.
They stop their conversation as Jessamine pulls books on the bookshelf and lets them fall to the ground.

Simon jumps.

"She's at it again," Jem mutters.
Tessa sighs.
"What did she lead you in here for?"

"Information about Raleigh Herondale and Addison Campbell."
"Aren't they in New York?" Isabelle mutters.
Simon shrugs.

"I can tell you what you need to know," Tessa says. "Excuse me, Simon and Isabelle. We can resume our conversation after I help her.

Tessa and Jem lead the way out, and the three of us, along with Jessamine floating behind.

"Hello again Olive," Tessa says.
I blink.
"How did you know?"

"You're becoming somewhat translucent. There are obvious warlock marks."
I change into my actual appearance, my blue hair cascading down to my ass.
"It is good to see you again," Jem says.

He opens a door to boy with black hair, who's laying on his bed.
"Scootch Zachariah."

Zachariah nods and puts his headphones on, walking out.
Tessa kisses him on the top of his head.

"This was Raleigh's room when she visited us in the 1800s and the 1900s," She says.
"She came here twice?"
Tessa nods.
"Oh you should have seen the look on Will's face, Olive. When he saw Raleigh walk into the ballroom. They were like sister and brother."

Jem smiles softly.
Jessamine knocks a book over.

We all look up and Jem grabs it.
"This is Raleigh Herondale's journal," He says. "Dated to the early 1900s."
Tessa's eyes widen.

"That's her book, Jem do you remember? She carried it everywhere."
Jem nods.
He hands it to me and I scan through.

Jessamine knocks over another and I grab it too.
"She knew everything that was going to happen. It even says there's another book with the whole setting of what goes on, which made her smarter and of everybody else."

There is a ding dong and two sets of footsteps squeaking as the kids go down the hallway.
"Mummm!" Zachariah calls. "Someone's here to see you."
Tessa sighs.

"Mummm! Daddd!" Mina calls. "They're here to see both of you."
I follow Jem and Tessa, changing my appearance, reading through Raleigh's journal.
Her words are very interesting.
But one phrase sticks out.

Barbara Lightwood lives.

I blink.
Was Barbara supposed to die?
I grab the other book and it's a pdf of an actual book. By another warlock, Cassandra Clare.

I chuckle.
I look for Barbara references. And she was supposed to die.
But she was saved.

We reach the front door and a young brunette stands there.

"Hello," She says. "Sorry for intruding on your day. My name is Cecilli Lightwood, and I am seeking a place of refuge."