The Apartment, New York, Friday

Since the half-move to Alicante back in August, Isabelle hadn't spent a whole ton of time in New York. Sure, she was at the Institute a lot, helping her mother and using the training rooms with her brothers and Clary, but as the months had rolled on she'd found herself thinking of Alicante more and more as home. Even with the unease of sharing a house with her father.

Guess there was something to be said for being somewhere where everyone was like her. She didn't feel like she was the same as Idris-born Shadowhunters, not entirely, but still. Itwas the same culture she'd lived in within the Institute walls.

And Idris was where Flick was, most of the time. It was a pretty big motivator to stick around, all on its own.

But New Year's belonged to New York. New Year's belonged to the city and the place that was going to become home once more after Flick's Ascension. So she was already here, in anticipation of the holiday. Even if right now, she was sitting by one of the big windows in the living room, with a packet of last night's takeout. It counted as anticipation. And appreciation of New York.

Her father's house in Alicante didn't have this view, and Alicante didn't have takeout.

[ooc: NFB but open!]