Isobel Folly, youngest child in a family of four boys and the only girl, awoke early one Saturday to begin her new job at the Royal Wizard Pendragon's castle.
"Why must I have to clean to support myself when I could just go find a respectable young man?" She thought as she got out from under her covers and prepared for her new job.
"Or maybe at least I should go study magic somewhere, not just clean up a magical house belonging to a family of wizards."
Isobel searched her room for her usual outfit she wore to clean, a green dress with an apron, but to no avail.
"I suppose a finding spell wouldn't be that hard to learn. It would be quite useful. Though maybe I should find out if I even have magic." She mumbled to herself as she shuffled to the door.
She shouted down the stairs to see if her brothers had seen her clothes to which they all answered at the same time, "No!"
"What a way to start a day. I'm always losing things." She grumbled as she continued her search.
After finding the clothes she wanted Isobel walked down the stairs from her room down to her family's kitchen. Her father stood by the stove, cooking what looked to be eggs and bacon in a pan.
"Good morning, Isobel." He said without looking away from his cooking.
"Morning, father." Isobel said as she grabbed a loaf of bread and a knife.
"What time are you leaving?" He asked, this time turning to look at her.
"Right after breakfast. I should have plenty of time to get to the river." Isobel said as she cut off a piece of bread and began to butter it.
"The castle isn't at the river today." Her father said, "it's wandered up the mountain near the peak."
"What?" Isobel said, "it was on the river last night!"
"Well," he chuckled, "it is a moving castle after all. You'd better get going dear. Take that bundle with you, it has some water and a few apples in it for the hike there."
"Thank you father." Isobel kissed her father on the cheek, "I'll be back later tonight!"
Isobel then dashed out the door, grabbing the red fabric bundle of food.
She ran to the workshop beside the house, pulled out her bicycle and put her bundle in the front basket. After pedaling for about a quarter mile she noticed her tire going flat at the front.
"Not now!" Isobel said with despair, luckily she saw her youngest brother, Oliver, walking down the street with a few friends.
"Oliver!" She shouted to him, "Could you take my bike home? The tire has gone flat and I have no time to take it myself!"
Oliver wandered over to her and begrudgingly took the bike from her.
Isobel carried the bundle in one hand as she jogged down the dirt road leading to the mountain trail.
She was already past the time she wanted to be at the castle by the time she got to the beginning of the trail.
"I'd better get a move on." She sighed as she started up the long, winding road.