She met him at the age of 13, visiting the Institute for the first time.
She almost tripped, but his hand caught hers and he never let go.
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It had been a rough night for Margo Rose Devereaux. She'd barely gotten any sleep, instead spending the time tossing and turning in bed. It would've bothered Alec had he been sleeping in her room that night... had he been sleeping at all.
The older of the Lightwood siblings found himself in a complete state of vexation following Jace's departure. He hadn't spoken a word to Clary, steering clear of the redhead and her pale, awkward-looking best friend. He'd barely conversed with Izzy and Margo, worrying both girls to no end. He'd spent day and night, for the past three days, looking for his parabatai and frustratingly coming up short. It was an arduous, vicious cycle.
Whilst he had been the perfect definition of an angsty teenager, Izzy took to the computers to find her blonde brother. However much Margo wanted to help the Lightwoods, she found herself starting to despise the Shadowhunter who had willingly left their group. She thought she understood what he was doing but the more she thought about it, the less logical it seemed.
Jace willingly went with Valentine because he thought he was protecting his friends. The way Margo saw it, he was cowering down from a challenge. She didn't doubt that Jace thought he was doing what was best for everyone but she'd have fought Valentine till her dying breath, and she was sure many of her fellow Shadowhunters would've done the same.
Nevertheless, Jace was family. And you do anything for family.
So, despite the unamused scoffs and the eye rolls and the attitude, she defeatedly helped everyone in the Institute look for him... and they all came up short. Now, here they were, working almost twenty-four hours a day to look for someone who didn't want to be found.
And here Margo was, having stared at the computer screen for four hours, going through security footage of anywhere she thought Jace may be. In addition, she was simultaneously helping Lydia try to communicate with the Clave.
Her parabatai's voice snapped her out of the trance she'd been in, finally allowing the green-eyed girl to blink properly for the first time in a few hours. She rubbed her eyes with her fingers, reopening them once she was done only to feel a stinging sensation as she did. She ignored the feeling, turning to Isabelle as she spoke to Lydia, who stood near Margo, eyes focused on the map of the city.
"Any word from the Clave?" the younger Lightwood asked.
"Not yet," Margo sighed, groaning loudly before continuing "and we've been trying for the past four hours."
From beside her, Lydia spoke up, her eyes staring ahead as she spoke. "Something's up..." she thought aloud.
"Hmm," the familiar voice of a warlock known very well by the Institute spoke up. "The Clave being unhelpful? Who's shocked? Show of hands?" Magnus continued, walking up to the group, Alec in tow, as he held one of Jace's possessions. A white tee shirt.
