I know it looks daunting and long, but bear with me, its easy reading. Morgan is twenty and just really starting life. Enjoy.

Morgan closed the door of his father's castle, and walked into Market chipping and the May Day festivities. He looked behind, but all he could see was the flower shop with blue smoke rising from the chimney. Satisfied that none of his family was following him, he walked into the crowds. There were a surprising number of people on the streets for so early in the morning, men and women of all shapes, sizes, colors and ages were dancing in elaborate costumes to celebrate the first day of May. Flowers were everywhere, in the sky, in buttonholes, and wound into wreaths that girls wore round their heads. Birds welcomed the sun with lively songs and the street musicians played beautiful tunes on guitars, flutes or sang. The atmosphere embraced Morgan and he forgot all about his worry that his family could somehow ruin this special day, as they did, it seemed, every other day he was forced to spend in their company.

Morgan did not hate his family, far from it, but he was at the age that he was embarrassed that his father, Howl, who was now entering his fifties still dressed as if he were twenty and spent an hour every morning in the bathroom, trying to cover up the wrinkles that were now, slowly starting to creep across his face and enchanting his hair so that not one grey hair showed. He had to admit that even before Howl disappeared into the bathroom, his father did not look his age and that when he came out he did not look a day older than thirty five. This was what Morgan didn't like, when you look only fifteen years younger than your father, people quite often ask questions and he also felt some of the glory of being the handsome, eldest son in college taken away from him. He did not mind his mother so much, but now as she got older she was getting even more argumentative than before and as Howl often said, "that's the old woman I knew coming out." Morgan did not mind his parents bickering that much; it was his three younger siblings that made his life at home such torture.

Emma, who was born two years after Morgan, had fallen in love with Abdullah's tall, dark son and would talk of little else even though Farik, their son, did not return her feelings. Emma was like Morgan, black haired with hazel eyes and a very strong mind. She was beautiful to look at, but a dragon if you annoyed her, as Morgan had figured out when only days after she was born. The twins Jason and Lucy were tyrants, both fifteen with shocking red gold hair like their mothers and quick minds that never seemed to run dry with insults. Often they would be content fighting with each other, but it was when they ganged up and launched an attack on their older siblings that Morgan really began to detest them. Lucy could put on an angel face and make anyone, except Sophie, believe it was not one bit her fault, even if just a few minutes earlier they had seen her with their own eyes shout, pinch and scream at whoever she was fighting with, usually Morgan or Jason. She hardly ever pestered Emma because she was a girl, though this may have had something to with the scar on her left shoulder she had got when she had annoyed a seven year old Emma and got herself thrown out of the window for it. Jason tended to plot, but when he came up with something, it was worse than anything Lucy or Emma had ever done. Morgan once found himself trapped in the bathroom for three days after he had kindly offered to put worms in Jason's soup, though he had only asked after Jason had eaten all the worms. He still had never quite forgiven him for that, because he had had to drink water from the taps, when Calcifer was in a good enough mood, and conjure food from the kitchen or off Jason's plate if he could. The worst part of that experience was, however, after he got out and had had to confront a very angry Howl, who had been deprived of his dear bathroom for three days.

Morgan sighed, breathing in the fresh air and smelling the fresh cakes and buns cooling in Cesari's. He wished Aunty Martha still worked there, when he was younger he had been able to get free buns and food from her, but today it was far too busy for him to even stand in line. There was a new girl and every young man in the village seemed to be talking about her. Only a day after she started work, the shop was filled with love struck young men with flowers. Morgan's stomach rumbled, reminding him he had had no breakfast. He gave in and joined every other young man in the scrabble, which was fighting to enter Cesari's.

Morgan had black wavy hair, like Howl before spells and age. He was tall and strongly built with wide shoulders and strong legs. He attended a college in Kingsbury, as well as studying magic with his father and an old professor with a cat fetish. He did not only look like Howl, but was also in many other ways very like him, a slither outer, charming, and it must be said slightly vain, though he had never spent more than ten minutes in the bathroom, not including the time he was locked in by Jason. He did, however, care a lot about his clothes. It was a subject that he and Howl could talk about for ages, unless they disagreed on a color or make. Morgan was, today, wearing a beautiful dark green and bronze suit with shiny wooden buttons and long sleeves. This was a Jacket that Howl very much admired and also Morgan's favorite. Morgan had never taken his fathers approach to women, he hardly ever courted and, though he was often followed by bunches of giggling young women, took any interest in them.

His stomach grumbled again at the lack of food and protested when teased, when a young woman sneaked through the rabble of eager young men, with a tray of hot buns. She held her face down and the tray of buns so that her face could not be seen, her dress hung lose covering her legs and her sleeves were unrolled. Morgan, sick of waiting, followed the buns with the girl round the edge of the shop, where she left them to cool on a shelf. Morgan rushed up; the girl wiped her face and rolled her sleeves up instinctively. She turned to see Morgan staring wistfully past her at the buns. He saw her, and quickly looked up, feeling rather stupid. She laughed and, even with a red face from the heat in the store, he could see she was beautiful. Her large hazel eyes sparkled with life and her blond hair hung in wavy sheets, around her lovely face. This must be the girl everyone talked about, 'it just must be' he thought. His thoughts were confirmed when he heard the men in Cesari's, "We want Elaine!" 'That was it!" he thought. He had been struggling to remember her name, from one of the gossip. He smiled, remembering the buns and trying to regain his dignity.

"Umm, Elaine, I err wondered if I could perhaps…' he stumbled. Though he was not very interested in women, he was male, and in front of him stood the most beautiful woman in the world.

She laughed again, "Yes my names Elaine, you didn't know did you? I guess you aren't from around here then, everyone seems to know my name. I really should go out the back door but it's stuck. I just wish I could go somewhere without everyone following! It's so hot in there…" she stopped, realizing what she was doing and who she was talking too, Morgan just wished she go on. She straitened up and said more seriously but nervously now, "sorry, what, what did you want?"

"Err" Morgan tried to reply, but it sounded so stupid to say 'I want a bun please' he wanted, dreadfully, to say something clever. She looked at him, waiting for an answer. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't get words to form, he blurted, " you…those buns I mean, not that you don't, err, umm look beautiful and I just wondered if I could have one, I err can't stand the heat and pushing either, but I was just so hungry…." That sounded so stupid, he now felt a complete idiot, what was wrong with him? He had on always, with the few girls he had courted before, felt completely at ease, but now he could think straight and a light, bouncy feeling was brewing in his stomach that he knew wasn't hunger. Elaine laughed again, her voice clear and beautiful not one bit like the giggling and sniggering noises the groups, that followed Morgan around, often made.

"There still a bit hot and squishy, but I guess you can have one, I know how you feel fighting you way through the crowds. That will be one copper."

Morgan gave her the money and took the bun. It was warm and crunchy with fluffy dough; it made an excellent breakfast. He spent the rest of the day wondering around the village, looking at the shops and stalls, dreaming about Elaine. He passed the bakery as often as possible, looking through the window for a glimpse of Elaine, but he was not brave enough to go in. It took him until dusk to pluck up the courage to do so. He was served by another girl, but he did get a smile from Elaine. She was so lovely in every way, even more so than his aunt Lettie.

He went back to the castle. The rest of the family talked about their days at the festival, but Morgan stayed quiet, it was too good a memory to risk sharing. Emma talked on and on, it seemed she had met Farik and he had asked her to dance. Morgan looked dreamily at Emma and thought how much lovelier Elaine was. That night even his dreams were filled with Elaine.

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