TROUVAILLE

Shadowhunters

The door slided and bumped to its holder with a little 'thud' sound.  The steam was out from the door then made the mirror across the door dewy.  Someone stepped out from the door and walked to the mirror. His muscular hand reached to the mirror to wipe the dew off.

A reflection of a young man, in his thirties, appeared on the mirror. Black hair, a pair of slight blue eyes, but mostly green, with a nose of Italian god. He smiled to his own reflection as he felt his subtle beard. 'Well I think it's time to shave, man' he thought to himself.

He took his shaving cream, put some on his palm and started to rub it to his bearded jaw. He chuckled when he saw himself in the mirror, looked like a santa. Then he started to shave. Slowly and careful without wanted to cut his face. His face was a bit important to him.

As he was about to finish his man routine. A knock on his bathroom door diverted his attention from the shaving.

          "Matthew, are you done?," A sound of a woman muffled through the door.

          "Yeah, in a bit mom. I'm just cleaning up," he answered.

          "Good, when you're done, come downstairs, breakfast is ready, sweetie."

          "Yes mi lady!," He smiled when he heard his mother's melodious laugh.

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Matthew Daddario. A tall man with Italian, Irish, Slovak and English blood flowed in his body who grew up in a loving family of 5 people. His mother was a lawyer, his father was a prosecuter and former head of New York Police Department (NYPD) and his sisters, Alexandra, was a promising actress, so was his younger sister, Catherine. Then again so was he.

Matthew was a rookie actor who just started. He showed up in 2013, started his career. He wasn't a big star but pretty known to some people. A little bit different to Alexandra, but that couldn't make Matthew belittle himself. He enjoyed the casualty of his work pace. His agent wasn't that eager too, which was good for him.

He headed downstairs to join his family for breakfast. He saw his father read the newspaper with his reading glasses, his mother just finished the last batch of scramble eggs and put it on the toast in a plate. She smiled at him. But he saw none of his mischievous sisters.

          "Morning dad, anything on news?," He asked while grab a chair and took a glass of water in front of him.

          "Morning. Nah, just usual things for this country. Nothing is interesting enough," His father replied which earned a chuckle from his mother.

          "I am just glad nothing interest him or it will be an uphill battle for the three of us," she poured an apple juice into her glass. 

And what his mother said was true. Born into a law and political family, a lawyer and a prosecutor in his case, debate was recreational communication for them. They could and would debate anything, including chose apple or orange juice for breakfast. He just smiled.

          "So where are Lexie and Cat?," He took his fork and started to eat his breakfast.

          "Lexie has meeting with her agency and Cat goes to the gym with her friends." His father told him.

           "Good, I am glad I won't face any kind of prank from them. My army isn't ready for them yet this morning," he laughed.

          "Oh yeah hahaha, the three of you never change. Always prank each other," His mother smiled.

When he was about to say something, a ringtone of his phone echoed to the kitchen from the drawer in the living room.

           "I'll get that first," he rose from his chair and walked to the living room. He knew that ringtone. 

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Matthew liked to assigned particular ringtone for his contacts on his phone. So he could know who called before he saw the ID caller. Like he assigned James Bond theme song for his father, Maywood's Mother How Are You Today for, obviously, for his mother, Meghan Trainor's Me Too for Alexandra, and Baby Shark Doo Doo Doo for Cat.

And this Jaws song theme was definitely for his agent. He found his phone on the drawer and slide the answer button.

           "Daddario's speaking," he answered.

           "Gosh, you sound like a detective," His agent giggled.

           "It's a habit, Ella, cut it," he also laughed on his phone answer style.

          "Aight, aight, still funny tho," she said.

          "Hahahaha ok, so what's up? It's kinda unusual for you to call this early morning," he replied.

          "Brooooo, nothing is unusual. I just wanna ask are you free today? And if you are, can you come to the agency?,"

          "Uh I guess I am free, my mom hasn't talked about gardening, yet, so I guess I am. Why?,"

          "Duh Daddario, why you asked? Well since you are an actor, I wanna say your video for Cassandra Clare is in! I think you got accepted, my boy!," her voice blasted through Matthew's phone.

          "W-what?? Are you for real??," his eyes were wide open. He couldn't believe it. 

          "Ouuhh yeahh babe! You better come to the office around 11 A.M, one of their casting directors will come and talk to you, and obviously with THE Cassandra Clare herself," she explained.

           'What a morning' he said in his mind.

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Author's note:

I am sorry for a lousy start. I will try to be more descriptive and improve as chapters come. And I promise you Harry will appear soon, but I like to take time to introduce Matthew and their meeting.

And once again, please remember that I write this story as alternative life of Harry and Matthew. I dont wish anything for their real life. Everyone can fantasize about anything, and this is mine about my ship beside Malec. Hahahaha. I love HarryxShelby and MatthewxEsther. Hail ShumBara and KimDario!

- argntn