"Sooophie!"
Howl wasn't pleased at all with the sigh before him.
His evil fiance, or so he called her, had apparently been busy in his bathroom.
"She's getting flowers," came the response, but not from Sophie.
On the contrary, Calcifer responded.
Howl poked his blonde head out of the bathroom to peer at the fire demon.
"I thought today the shop would be closed," Howl started, slightly confused.
Calcifer cackled in response, blue and green sparks flying as result.
"You really must pay more attention, she said that the shop was to be closed next week for the wedding." Calcifer boredly said.
Not feeling like bothering Calcifer any longer, Howl went back into his bathroom.
Yes, Sophie had definetly cleaned up.
The bathroom was spotless, and the bottles all organized.
He wondered why the sudden cleaning, when Howl realized what he had said at the previous night's supper.
Sophie was complaining about falling down in the bathroom because of all the gunk on it, to which Howl carelessly responded,
"Clean it then, if you must."
"Sneaky woman!" he hissed, realizing Sophie had balantly lied in order to receive permission to clean the bathroom.
She always dissaproved of how filthy it had gotten since last time she tried to clean it.
Hoping he wouldn't turn his hair ginger, Howl deided to take his chances and go take a shower with everything helter-skelter.
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This shower ran on long, due to the fact that Howl was very cautious with all of his beauty products.
By the time he was done re-dressing, Howl was so certain he had thwarted Sophie and gotten himself looking as usual, he didn't bother to check in the mirror.
Big mistake.
Michael was out on the workbench, trying to figure out that one enlargement spell, when Howl bursted out with a distinct smell of hyacinths and perfumed overall.
"Howl, I just don't get why this-" Michael has started to ask, when he turned to look at said man.
"What is it? Out with it, boy," disturbed at the silence on Michael's side, and the open-mouthed staring, Howl turned to Calcifer, who donned a similar expression.
"What?" Howl snapped, very frustrated by all of this.
As if on cue, Sophie entered from the flower shop, on a slight break.
She had her mouth open to call Michael to stop lazying about with that spell and to help her, when Sophie noticed Howl's hair.
"Oh my, it appears you didn't quite read my labels," not bothering to hold back her laughter, Sophie tried to sound sympathetic at the same time.
"Labels? There were no labels, woman!"
"Did you check the tops?"
". . ."
And with that, Howl bursted into the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror.
He had hoped that maybe it would've just gone black or red or like Sophie's, but no.
Howl's hair was a very bright purple, emitting a soft smell of lavender that mixed with the hyacinth smell he had originally planned on.
"Oh no, I'd better leave before he tries to drown me with green goo again." Calcifer hurriedly said before flying out of the chimney.
While Calcifer flew away from the castle, the shock finally settled into Howl.
He had purple hair.
Unable to keep it together, Howl yelled with all his might, pulling at the purple tresses.
Unconcerned, Sophie laughed heartily, leaning against the wall of the castle.
Unsure, Michael chuckled softly, trying to hold back roaring laughter.
Unbothered, Calcifer decided he would go off to the waste and back, hopefully by then all the hair drama would be done with
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This story took place about a day after Howl's Moving Castle, the book, ends. I'd love it if you reviewed, and I plan on having five to six chapters for this story. They'll be brief little things, more or less like this one, most of the time more. Thanks for reading my garbage!
