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The house was lively with the sound of voices, and a sign saying HOUSE RULES was pinned to the wall beside a staircase leading up.

HOUSE RULES

• No shape-shifting in the hallways.
• No howling.
• No silver.
• Clothes must be worn at all times. ALL TIMES.
• No fighting. No biting.
• Mark all your food before you put it in the communal refrigerator.

"No," he said. "No, it isn't."
Clary sat back. "You don't just get to say no."
"This plan involves me! I get to say no! No."
"Simon-"
Simon patted the seat beside him as if someone were sitting there. "Let me introduce you to my good friend No."
"Maybe we can compromise," she suggested, taking a bite of pie.
"No."
"SIMON."
""No" is a magical word," he told her. "Here's how it goes. You say, "Simon, I have an insane, suicidal plan. Would you like to help me carry it out?" And I say, "Why, no.""

She had always wanted a brother. And she had one now. Sebastian. It was like always wanting a puppy for a pet and being handed a hellhound instead.