Actions not Words (Will Herondale x OC)

Chapter 4

Dear Sophia,

We attempted to build the Millennium Falcon today. It took over two hours to inventory everything because a pair of certain someones couldn't pay attention long enough (you and Johnny). I finally finished, but it is past 12 and I am absolutely tire. I ended up finishing the entire thing by the way.

Love,

Older Sister

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1 Year Later (they be 15 BTW)

Sophia's POV:

"Sophia, I do not understand why you are so aggravated about Josiah Wayland's appointment as Consul! He is the one that appointed me the Head of the Institute." Charlotte reasoned over dinner.

"I do not believe that he is like how we see him. He seems friendly and charming on the outside, but when you look into his eyes, you can see the snake waiting to strike." I warned.

"Nonsense! The only thing that I can find fault in him is that he has the worst mustache I have ever seen and that he refuses to let you do any training outside of the Institute." Will scoffed.

"That is exactly what I'm talking about! He seems like he is trying to put everyone on the same playing field, such as Charlotte and the Institute, but he does not allow other's to show their abilities!" I huffed.

"Just let it be, Sophia. There is nothing we can do; Josiah Wayland had already been made Consul." Charlotte scolded.

"I do not think I am hungry anymore, Charlotte. May I be excused?" I asked stiffly. Charlotte nodded her head wearily and I quickly rose from my chair beside Will and exited the room.

"Oh! Sophia! Make sure you come back before midnight. The Christmas get together at the Lightwood Manor in Chiswick is tomorrow and I don't want you tired throughout the entire thing." Charlotte yelled at my retreating back. I just waved a hand in resignation.

"Thank you, Sophie. Tell Bridget that her cooking was spot on as always." I signed to Sophie on my way out.

"Yes ma'am, Miss Sophia." Sophie curtsied.

I stopped. "You do not need to call me 'miss' anything. We are not truly your masters, nor you our slave. You can call me Sophia, as I have told you many times." I admonished.

"Yes Mi- Sophia." Sophie corrected.

I stalked down through the Institute and burst out of the big oak front doors. I skipped down the steps and dashed down the darkened streets of London. There were a few late night walkers, so I slowed my steps to a comfortably brisk walk.

I twisted and turned down the many streets and alleyways of the now familiar city. Three years in London and I almost had all the city mapped in my head. It also helped that I traveled the roads of London whenever I feel distressed.

I rustle down an alleyway caught my attention. I cursed that I could not call out down the dark and narrow alley. I crept down the alley, and my eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness thanks to one of the runes I drew on my arm.

I quietly drew a dagger from the sheath hidden in my dress pocket. A small child popped out from behind a trash bin. I subtly returned my dagger to its sheath and presented the little boy with a smile.

"'ello miss." The boy gave a small, crooked smile.

I bobbed my head in greeting.

"Wha'? Can' speak?" the boy asked, very interested.