Reading Clockwork Angel

 Disclaimer: I do not own the Infernal Devices nor am I Cassandra Clare

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                             Prologue

      Charlotte walked into the Institute, a book in hand. She frowned at it thoughtfully.

      On the cover of said book there was a rather peculiar picture of someone familiar, someone she knew,along with the backdrop of London. Will. The name struck her with surprise. The man on the cover was Will. How was this possible? How could  this be possible?

  She shook her head once in disbelief and moved on to read the title.

                           THE INFERNAL DEVICES

                              -BOOK ONE- 

                             CLOCKWORK ANGEL

Clockwork? Above where it read the Infernal Devices there was a small golden clockwork angel,its' wings outstretched, shimmering faintly.

     The chance that this book had appeared coincidentally just as she had come back was suspicious in it's own right. Charlotte didn't believe in coincidences. She knew what had to do.

    “Henry!” Charlotte shouted loudly, making her voice echo strangely within the Institute. No answer.

 “Henry!” she shouted again, but was of no use.

Sophie poked her head out from a near doorway. “He's down in his workshop, you know how he is.”

Charlotte shook her head and sighed deeply. “Would you happen to know if Jem or Will are out?”

Sophie shook her head. “No, they're here alright. They've been making a quite a ruckus.”

“Would you mind rounding them up, along with Henry, for me and tell them to meet me in the Great Library as quick as possible? It's might be of utmost importance.” Charlotte said, glancing quickly at the paper-bound book in her hand.

“Of course."

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    “Now, what the bloody hell are we doing here?” Will asked crossly, leaning his elbows on the oak table casually.

 Jem in contrast, who sat across from Will, looking anything but cross. His silvery hair shimmered in the light that emanated from the lit glass lamp. His eyes looked very much alert, unlike Henry who next to him, looked half-tired.

          Charlotte decided it was time to speak up. “When I was coming from outside the Institute, someone dropped a book-”