[Clary ignores him for a few seconds and runs towards the window, pushing him a bit out of her way. Of course she can't see anything but the expanse of the backyard. That doesn't stop her from trying to spot it.] Where did it go?! I need that Peter!
[She turns to him looking a little bit more frantic than before. Her bright red hair falling in bright waves over her shoulder. How long ago had he'd thrown it? How far did it go? Was it since the last time it rained? Would she be able to find it?
Clary suddenly got the urge to jump out of the window but that'd be stupid and she knew that she's just panicking.]
Tell me Peter or I'm going to dad. [Her sketchbook isn't something that she jokes about. That picture had had an image of an angel on it. A boy with marks on her skin similar to the one on her forearm. It is someone that she's supposed to remember.]
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[She turns to him looking a little bit more frantic than before. Her bright red hair falling in bright waves over her shoulder. How long ago had he'd thrown it? How far did it go? Was it since the last time it rained? Would she be able to find it?
Clary suddenly got the urge to jump out of the window but that'd be stupid and she knew that she's just panicking.]
Tell me Peter or I'm going to dad. [Her sketchbook isn't something that she jokes about. That picture had had an image of an angel on it. A boy with marks on her skin similar to the one on her forearm. It is someone that she's supposed to remember.]