Disclaimer: Rights belong to their respected owners. A/N: Not mine as much as I wish. Another movie idea, but this time with Kolvina as the main pairing. I hope I can do it justice. R&R x
Kol's Moving Castle
1.
Davina Claire sat at her workstation, pinning roses to straw hats, deep in thought. Monique and Cassie ran to the window, gushing over the arrival of the New Orleans' soldiers, and Davina picked up another plain hat. Sophie Deveraux picked up her coat. "Lunchtime, everybody put on your coats and wait for me outside. Remember, you are ladies' of St Anne's and I expect you all to behave accordingly." Sophie called out to Davina. "Don't you want something to eat?" she asked. Davina watched the soldiers greeting their families from her window. "Go on without me. I'll catch up."
Davina ignored Monique and Cassie's incredulous looks and continued with her hats. She heard the door close, leaving the shop silent, the way she preferred it. Once all hats on her desk were finished, Davina turned the shop sign to 'at lunch' and hurried through the busy streets. Buskers stood on the street corners, entertaining the crowd. Davina looked for Sophie, trying to spot the green ribbons on the St Anne's hats, but the girls had vanished. Knowing a short-cut, Davina hurried into an alley behind the parade, keeping her eyes downcast, when she saw two soldiers sharing a smoke in the shadows.
She avoided their gazes, hoping to pass through without disturbing them. The dark haired one blocked her path, and Davina's heart raced. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?" he grinned. "Diego, you're scaring her..." Davina flinched when the blond lifted her chin. "Pretty mouse, isn't she? Well, I'm sorry, but we can't let you pass, not without paying the toll." Davina glared at them, pulling out some money. The one named Oliver, laughed. "Oh, I'm not talking money," The one named Diego, grabbed the coins from Davina's palm. "How's about a kiss?"
Davina gasped, trying to wriggle free, as Oliver held her firmly against the wall. There were hurried footsteps, and then Diego issued a warning, making Oliver stop. A gentleman stood in the alleyway, and smiled at Davina. "There you are, darling, I was looking for you!" She recognised him as the famous wizard, Kol, Mikaelson. He is calm and charming, and gives her a reassuring smile. "Thanks for keeping her company. You never know what kind of riffraff may be lurking here," the gentleman said. The guards and Davina watched Kol's hand hover over his sword hilt. "Come with me," Kol murmured, wrapping his arm around her.
Blob shadow creatures ooze from the gaps in the buildings, causing Davina to shiver. He gripped her shoulders. "Witch of the Waste back on the prowl," he explained. "Where you headed?" Davina looked alarmed, at the mention of the Witch of the Waste, she had heard stories from her sister, but never seen the witch. "Rousseau's, my sister works there." Kol held her hand as the blob creatures surround them from every corner. Davina tried not to panic, glancing up at Kol. "Keep walking." Her heart jumped in her chest as they became airborne, walking across the sky, and moving fast. "You're a natural," he complimented her. Minutes later he lowered her over the balcony to safety. "Goodbye Davina," he grinned, not bothered by her silence.
Davina didn't wait; eager to tell her sister everything, she hurried into the bar.
Cami lifted her head from a delivery of alcohol, surprised to see Davina. "Where's Sophie? Is everything okay?" she asked. Davina nodded. "Everything's fine. Well, until I bumped into some sleazy guards but Kol saved me." Cami raised her eyebrows. "Kol, the wizard, Kol?" Davina nodded, smiling. "Just be careful Davina, I've heard stories about Kol, and none of them good." Davina promised to be careful, and helped Cami unpack the rest of the deliveries before returning to the shop.
There was a note from Sophie waiting for her. They had gone to leave offerings for Marie Laveau, and Davina was to close the shop up. Davina swept the floor, humming the tune the violin boy had played when she left Rousseau's, smiling to herself because he had given her a wink. "What a lovely shop!" A wealthy lady adjusted her fur coat and gushed over the hats for sale. Davina could have sworn she had locked the door. "I'm sorry, we're closed," she began, taking in the stranger's cascading brown curls and Gucci boots.
Blob creatures pushed their way inside and Davina gripped the end of the broom, terrified. "The Witch of the Waste!" The witch stopped in front of Davina. "I thought I should come introduce myself, I'm Katerina Petrova. I saw you today with my beloved, Kol, and well, I had to come by, because, it seems he has forgotten I am his only love, and for that he needs to be taught a lesson." Katerina waved her hand and the shop trembled beneath the weight of her magic. Hats fell from the shelves, and tables cracked into two. The bell's of St Anne's began to ring, and Davina held onto the broom, raising it like a lance, the bristles facing the witch. "Now, let's see what Kol thinks of you now!" Katerina cackled, slamming the shop door.
"His only love my ass," Davina muttered, it sounded like she had a frog in her throat. She went to work, putting the hats back on the shelves, and sweeping up the broken pieces of wood. She paused when she saw her reflection in the mirror: brown hair turned grey, and skin full of wrinkles, her mouth sagged open in shock. "Stay calm, no need to panic!" She stepped away from the mirror, taking a deep breath, and then took another peek. "She's done something to my eyesight, is all." Davina blinked. "I can't believe this! The witch of the waste cur-" she wretched, spluttered and gripped the broom.
The Witch of the Waste had made it so she couldn't utter a single word about her transformation, not even to herself. She was trapped as an old lady! All because Kol had come to her rescue! Fiddlesticks! She locked herself into her room inside the attic, ignoring the persistent knocks from Sophie, complaining she had caught a cold and needed rest. She listened to Monique and Cassie talk for hours about meeting the handsome soldiers, and tried not to think of her encounter in the alley, which still made her stomach queasy. She got little sleep, her joints ached each time she rolled over, and she had arthritis in her fingers.
She prayed the spell would wear off by morning. "I'm still sick, don't come in! Might be contagious!" Davina called from beneath her sheets. Sophie stepped away from the door. "You sound ghastly, like a ninety year old woman! Best to get some rest, then. I'll get the doctor." Sophie's footsteps faded and Davina threw off her bed sheets. "I can't stay looking like this! I have to leave, it's for my own good." She eased herself from bed, packing only the essentials and took the same short-cut as the night before, passing Diego and Oliver, who didn't bother heckling her. She hitched a lift with a busker leaving New Orleans, and once they were outside the city, the man stopped the cart. "Alright, grandma?" he asked.
She used what little strength she had, to jump the gap between the truck and the ground. "I'm fine," and she wandered down the dirt road into the unknown.
A/N: What did you think? I hope you like the casting choices... for those of you who haven't seen Howl's Moving Castle, you really need to! Do stick around for chapter two. Please review x