i'm pure at heart, it repels the dirt

Isabelle had spent most of the day with Simon around Central Park. It was late when they returned to the Institute to get ready for the party, and even later still when they left for it again. The directions on the invitation took them to a largely industrial neighborhood in Brooklyn whose streets were lined with factories and warehouses. Some had been converted into lofts and galleries, but there was still something forbidding about their looming square shapes, boasting only a few windows covered in iron grilles. They made their way from the subway station, Isabelle navigating their way with the Sensor. Simon was absolutely fascinated, either with the Sensor or her. (Probably her, because she looked fabulous. She wore her clothes better than Clary, although Isabelle felt she'd done a pretty good job of dressing the other girl up.)

( Wheeeee Magnus! )

[ooc: NFB, to be continued in the comments with he who knows who he is! City of Bones with editing, yadda yadda.]