Parabatai?

Parabatai?

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What happens when Henry Branwell thinks of a crazy invention that Magnus helps him perfect? What happens when Will and Jem volunteer to test it out? Why did Will do what he did to Gabriel? Does Henry's invention work correctly on the first try? What lengths they will go to in order to help one of Jem's relatives find her parabatai? Find out the answer to these questions and more in this short story fanfiction. Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in here except for Aria Carstairs and Zara Herondale. The characters that I do not own belong to Cassandra Claire.
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