#trial run

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Normally, wandering out into the mountains all on your lonesome isn’t exactly something that you do daily but today is an exception. Sophie, your best friend, had left you a note saying she had left. She didn’t elaborate on why, she simply said that something had happened at the hat shop two nights before and she needed some time to herself. “Could’ve just gone on a stroll through town, she could’ve. Or locked herself in her room. But no, she had to climb a bloody mountain instead..” You muttered, adjusting the straps of the pack on your back.

The smell of fire smoke reached your nose and you looked around. “Must be a cabin ‘round here somewhere.” You decided to reach the top of the hill to get a better look around, but before you could, the sound of metal scraping upon metal and the creaking of old wood filled your ears. Then you saw it. The thing they called a castle. “What in the world is this? Because it is surely not a castle.” You said aloud.

It stopped for a moment, as if contemplating whether or not to allow into it. You guessed it wanted to let you in since it lowered and its door swung open. You stood for a moment, too stunned to speak or move. You thought that maybe getting onto the so-called ‘castle’ was a bad idea, but a familiar, yet aged, voice called out your name. “Y/N! Come in! Unless you want to run after the bloody thing!” Sophie!

You quickly ran up and latched onto the railing next to the door, and hauled yourself up just as the caste began to move again. You took a moment to catch your breath before looking up to see your friend. “Good lord, Soph! IS this the incident you talked about in your note?” You exclaimed, standing up and pulling the sleeves of your sweater over your chilled hands. She smiled guiltily.

“I am sorry I left with nothing but a note in my place, N/N, but I doubted whether or not you’d think I was some senile old woman or if I was really Sophie.” You shook you head with a smile, your H/C hair fluffing outwards slightly. “Not at all! I’d know my best friend anywhere.” You told her. “Now, tell me. What the hell happened at the Hat Shop that night?” 

“The Witch of the Waste isn’t a very pleasant woman.” Sophie sighed with a scowl on her face. “The Witch of the Waste did this to you? Well, you’d think her being magical would give her better things to do than torment young women.” You sighed.

“So, this is Howl’s Castle, eh?” You said, looking around the place. “Not much of a castle, is it?” You wrinkled your nose at the pile of dirty dishes and cobwebs. “Not really. Though I have become Howl’s new cleaning lady. Want to be my helper, N/N?” Sophie grinned. “Oh lord. Now I think it was a mistake coming to find your ass.” You groaned, not being able to help the smile that came across your face.

Throughout the next few days, you had met a little red haired boy who was called Markl. Though you had not met the master of the house yet. You had helped Sophie with the cleaning and become friends with Calcifer the demon. 

Although, when you did meet the blond haired man, you were mesmerized by those eyes of his. A beautiful sea-green that sparkled in the sun. You wondered what they would look like in starlight.

“Sophie. Who is this?” His voice had startled you at first since you didn’t hear him come in. Though you quickly got used to the words that flowed like silk. “Oh, this is my friend, Y/N. He’s been helping out with the cleaning. I do hope that isn’t a problem.” Sophie smiled kindly. “No, not at all. Specially when he’s such a handsome man.” Howl replied, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles gently. Your breath hitched and your heart fluttered at the simple act. You gathered yourself and smiled. “I could say the same about you.” A light pink stained his pale cheeks. “Well, I should be off. Remember what I told you Sophie. Do not get carried away.” Howl said, letting go of your hand and turning the knob on the door, the dial color turning black as he stepped out into darkness.