Personality Switch

The Switch

A/N: What’s up chocolate lovers and non-chocolate lovers who love to read or maybe just love to read The Mortal Instruments or both. As always, I apologize ahead for any typos or mistakes in grammar. Here is chapter three and enjoy!

PS: You might have already realized this but every chapter will always start off with Clary’s P.O.V. I will also include other character’s P.O.V.’s starting from this chapter on so it’s not just Jace and Clary’s P.O.V.’s in this fanfic. I’ll stop talking now and (for real this time) I hope you enjoy chapter three of Personality Switch.

~MoniChocoholic

“Oh, I give up!” I said to Magnus. We’re looking for Church and we can’t find him anywhere.

“Fine,” sighed Magnus, “let’s just go back to the others. We’ll find Church later and I’ll prove to you that the potion does work and that it is actually a potion!”

“Yea, yea whatever,” I said. We started to walk back to the dining room where the others are at.

“I’m telling you Clary, the potion is re-” he never finished his sentence because just then, we heard a loud “POOF!” and colorful smoke started to come out of the dining room. “Well this isn’t good,” said Magnus.

“Magnus, what happened?!” I yelled. We are running over to the dining room right now. “Is this the work of demons?! Are we being under attack?!”

Magnus chuckled. “No Clary, we are not being attacked by demons,” he said amusingly.

“Then what is it?!” I asked frustrated. We’re almost to the dining room and I see shadows in the smoke. I wish I brought my stele or some seraph blades, damn it! By the angel, I’m probably running towards a demon and I’m unarmed! We finally arrived at the dining room and the smoke cleared up.

Magnus is still chuckling in amusement and when he stopped, he said, “My, my, somebody just drank my potion. Who didn’t listen to the “Do not drink.” sign?”

***Jace’s P.O.V.

After we clinked our glasses, we drank our orange juice. We chugged down our orange juice and breathed out. Man that hit the spot. That was one of the best breakfasts I ever had. Clary sure did an amazing job.

“Who wants to do dishes?” Isabelle called out.

“Well I think rat-face should do it,” I said. Simon just gets on my nerves all the time for some reason.

“What, that’s not fair! I didn’t even eat the breakfast and besides I’m a guest. Haven’t you ever heard of hospitality?” Simon said smugly.

Yep, he gets on my nerves. “Hospitality? You sure you don’t mean hospital? After I’m done with you, you will be spending the rest of the week in it,” I said while cracking my knuckles. Simon looked a bit afraid and that made me smile with satisfaction.

“Boys! No violence at the dining table!” Isabelle said sharply. By the angel, she’s starting to sound like Maryse.

Isabelle was going to say something else but then stopped. She turned to look at Simon. Simon all of a sudden didn’t look too well. He looked paler than his usual paleness with a green tint to it. “Isabelle, I don’t feel so go-” he never finished because there was loud “POOF” sound and he was engulfed in a colorful smoke cloud.

After a while, the smoke started to clear up and Clary and Magnus was at the doorway. Clary looked shocked and confused while Magnus looked amused.

*** Alec’s P.O.V.                  

Sigh. I knew we shouldn’t have drunk that orange juice.