My Heart Gone Missing (Howl's Moving Castle)

Chapter 8

You arrived back at your home with a slam of the door, "I had the chance! I was almost there!" you shouted and stormed into your home.

"Let me guess, your 'foolproof' plan failed?" Marius questioned in a deadpanned tone, "why am I not surprised?"

"Shut your face Marius!" you roared back at him and angrily jabbed a finger in his direction, "I am not in the mood to deal with you right now."

"Geez ok." Marius glanced away as if a rabbit hole would appear to take him away, "no need to get your panties in a twist."

You took a deep breath and forced the air through your nose. Calmly, you took a bowl off of the counter and walked over to Marius' bowl. As you made your way across the room, Marius looked at you apprehensively and tried to shrink into his blue and white container. Then, without warning, you slammed the bowl in your hands over Marius and briskly walked away towards the stairs that led to the second floor.

"What the- (f/n)!" you could hear Marius' muffled roars and felt pride at the little revenge that you had gotten, "let me out!" you could hear little pounding sounds which you guessed was him using his little water hands to express his anger. "(f/n)!"

You climbed the wooden, slightly creaky, stairs up to the second floor which housed your own bedroom as well as a bathroom. You entered your, rather large, bedroom and fell heavily onto the quilted bed. Once again, you were left alone with your thoughts. "I've made so many mistakes." You groaned and pressed the heels of your hands into your eyes. "Marius, attempting to turn into a bird, that invisibility spell, breaking into Howl's house!" hot tears of frustration built up and fell away as you blinked, "ugh!"

You looked around your heavily decorated room to find a distraction, which happened to be a fantasy book. "This'll take my mind off of things." You decided as you heaved yourself off of your bed to pick up the book. Only to return to your bed and curl up comfortably.

You were pleasantly entertained for about half an hour until a thought bubbled up and interrupted your happy reading. "These guys are wizards! They're twelve years old and already can do magic better than me!" the cheerful mood you were in was shattered to reveal the frustration and anger that seemed to persist. Even after your multiple outbursts.

"Why?" you demanded and hurled the book across the room, where it crashed against the wall and crumpled to the ground. "This. Is. Ridiculous!" your anger reared its ugly head up again and you shoved off the books stacked on your bedside table. A little voice in the back of your mind was thankful you didn't knock off any precious trinkets or glass objects. "Already graduated the academy." You hurled your pillow across the room and it knocked a frame off of the wall. "Graduated with top marks." Another pillow was thrown across the room. "I had a plan for my future!" the blankets were torn off of your bed and left in a heap on the floor. "And I haven't done a single thing." Here, you let yourself fall to your knees and the tears ran free. "Why?" you wailed and fell onto the pile of blankets as a sobbing mess. "This is sad." You quietly murmured and hiccuped into your blankets.

You woke up the next morning hungry and sore.

A/N: Apologies for the short chapter. After this the story should pick up a bit.