One Finds Nobility In The Oddest Places.

A Pair Of Werewolves Occupied Another Booth. They Were Eating Raw Shanks Of Lamb And Arguing About Who Would Win In A Fight: Dumbledore From Harry Potter Books Or Magnus Bane. "dumbledore Would Totally Win," Said The First One. "he Has The Badass Killing Curse." The Second Lycanthrope Made A Trenchant Point. "but Dumbledore Isn't Real." "i Don't Think Magnus Bane Is Real Either," Scoffed The First. "have You Ever Met Him?" "this Is So Weird," Said Clary, Slinking Down In Her Seat. "are You Listening To Them?" "no. It's Rude To Eavesdrop," Said Jace.

Will Sat Where He Was, Gazing At The Silver Bowl In Front Of Him; A White Rose Was Floating In It, And He Seemed Prepared To Stare At It Until It Went Under. In The Kitchen Bridget Was Still Singing One Of Her Awful Sad Songs; The Lyrics Drifted In Through The Door: "twas On An Evening Fair I Went To Take The Air, I Heard A Maid Making Her Moan; Said, 'saw Ye My Father? Or Ye My Mother? Or Saw Ye My Brother John? Or Saw Ye The Lad That I Love Best, And His Name It Is Sweet William?" I May Murder Her, Tessa Thought. Let Her Make A Song About That.

In Difficult Times, In Dark Times, Some People Shine.

The Rich Bought Wonderful Clothes You Recognized. The Richest Had Their Pople Go To Paris And Buy The Entire New Collection That No One Outside Of The Fashion House Has Seen.

Jem: I Know What You're Thinking. Tessa:i Don't Think You Do. You're Think, If They Call This Damp Nastiness Summer, What Must Winter Be Like? You'd Be Surprised. Winter's Actually Much The Same. It's Spring That's Really Lovely. Tessa:is It? Jem:no. It's Actually Quite Foggy And Wet As Well.