Witch or Shadowhunter?(TMI/HP crossover)

A Shadowhunter Christmas-Part 2

As soon as we step inside, Ben Wolfhunter, the head of the institute, bows and kisses my hand. I curtsey and giggle when I see Nick, Ben's son, doing the same to Grace. Grace smirks at me and I stick my tongue out. She may have gotten the one closer to our age, but I got the head of the institute. As the Wolfhunter men lead us through the halls, the image of Pater's eyes follow me. I shiver and Nick turns his head to glance at me. "Naila, right? I've heard of you," he says, smiling. Before I can reply, he bumps into a door, and I giggle. Nick spins around, hand going for his belt, making Grace join me in giggling. Ben stops and turns slightly, "Nick, watch where you're going, not the young ladies." Nick blinks at his father, momentarily confused, then turns to the door. "Oh, sorry ladies," he says, and I see his ears going red from embarrassment. This makes Grace laugh harder and I shoot her a glare. "Apology accepted," I answer, and we continue on our way. Nick keeps shooting me quick looks over his shoulder, which Grace notices, because she sends me an evil look. I smirk and ignore her. Nick was only 2 or 3 years older than us, and it was obvious Grace wanted him. As did Rose. I didn't, but it seemed as if he wanted me.

It doesn't take much longer to reach some rather large doors, which are wide open. Much to Grace's objection, Nick takes my hand and leads me over to a table. He smiles while I take a seat, "may I get you a drink?" I nod, stifling some giggles. He's gone before I can say a word. I sigh and glance at a clock. Its 6:15, I can already tell this is going to be a long night. Grace huffs over and sits next to me. "Something wrong, Gracie?" I ask, and she snorts. "Its Grace, not Gracie, which you know, and yes something's wrong. How come Nick likes you? You haven't even said a word since we got here," she complains, and I laugh. "Its not like I'm trying, lets just forget about Nick and have some fun!" I say, putting my hand on hers. Grace opens her mouth to reply, but shakes her head and mutters, "you can try and forget about Nick, but he's not going to forget about you." I turn around and see Nick, who winks at me. I groan and lean back, "that makes two guys hitting on me in one night. And I'm only 11!" Grace turns to me, but not be firing shooing Nick away. "Two? Who else was hitting on you?" I smile at her enthusiasm. "Well, on my way to your house, I kinda had a run in with a warlock. Who knows how old he is, and he asked why a pretty little girl like myself was alone on Christmas. And you'll never guess what his name is," I giggle at the memory. "Oh come on, don't make me guess," Grace whines, and I give in. "His name is Pater Timor," I tell her, "makes you wonder who his father is, doesn't it?" Grace nods, deep in thought.

  Rose comes over after a bit, and Grace immediately fills her in on what she missed. Including the part about Pater. "Oh Naila, looks like you have a choice to make," Rose giggles, making me sit up straight. "But I'm only 11, its not like I'm going to date someone anytime soon," I argue, and both my friends look at me like I have 6 heads. "You have to pick one, or both of them will move on, and then you'll regret giving up TWO cute boys," Grace tells me, siding with Rose. I go to respond, but Nick walks over, "may I have this dance?" I look at my friends, not sure what to do. They both nod me on with jealous looks. I roll my eyes and turn back to Nick, smiling, "sure, but I must warn you, I've never danced before." He laughs and replies, "don't worry, neither have I." I take Nick's hand and he pulls me up and over to the dance floor. I must say, this will most likely be disastrous. It doesn't take long for my parents to see us dancing awkwardly, and they smile encouragingly. I mentally roll my eyes, so not in the mood.

  Near the end of the song, I, somehow, stumble on my 1 inch heels. Nick catches me, lowering me into a dip. He bends down and whispers in my ear, "how do you trip in heels that tiny?" I punch him lightly on the shoulder as he pulls me back up. "Maybe you should try them on tell me how?" I suggest, smiling. He smiles as well, "I would, but I don't think they'd fit." We both laugh as we make our way back over to my friends. I sit down and see that someone must have asked Rose to dance. Nick sits next to me, somehow now with two cups of punch. "For you, malady," he says, holding one out for me. I take it with a smile, "why thank you." Grace shoots me a look full of envy, but forces a smile. "How was your dance, Nail?" she asks, using her nickname for me from when we were 5. I shove her arm, "call me Nail again and you'll regret it, and the dance was strange." She rolls her eyes and takes the cup from my handing, taking a sip. We'd been stealing each others cups since we could crawl. Now its my turn to roll my eyes. "Why don't you dance with Grace, now?" I ask Nick, just to get rid of her. "Sure," Nick smiles, adding quietly for my ears alone, "for you."

  The time passes quickly with me and Grace taking turns dancing with Nick. We still hasn't seen Rose, so we assumed she'd left. At 9:25, my parents interrupt my dance with Nick. "Naila, its time we headed home," Momma says, and I smile apologetically at Nick. Grace walks over, "are we leaving now?" I nod at her, remembering that she was spending the night at my house. She huffs loudly, "that doesn't make it fair, you got one more dance with Nick than me." I turn to Nick, and he smiles at me. "Grace, how about I give you one more next time?" he offers, still looking at me. That makes Grace happy, and we head for the door. I'd forgotten about Pater by now, though I didn't know Rose had had other plans the moment Grace had mentioned him.