I wrote this on a whim. It is probably not up to standard, but my friend prettyinpinkgal insisted I post it. So, after much hesitation, I am.
Kind-of a continuation of the Creative Writing assignment…
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Calcifer was very happy as a dragon. He hadn't always been a dragon, but he enjoyed it quite a bit more than being stuck in that hearth. Having legs and wings was very nice, too.
He wasn't quite sure why he had ended up as a dragon, but it probably had to do with Sophie's spell. "Live a thousand years" indeed. But, despite the change – and the ridiculous black scar in the shape of a human heart on his belly – he was quite happy. He got to scare people, and maneuver freely, and the rain no longer bothered him as much as it once had. Sophie would sometimes come to visit, and enchant his logs so he had to chase them. It was all very fun.
Then the brat came. That student of Howl's who hardly had a spine. Michael. Calcifer knew he would have fun with him. Indeed, his fire chased him for two days, before it went out and the boy developed sense enough not to come back.
Took him long enough. He'd come back thrice before he had realized that new fire would chase him each time.
Yes, Calcifer was very happy as a dragon. He was also terribly, terribly bored as one.
"I wonder," he thought aloud, a nasty smirk stretchy across his scaly features. "I wonder how Howl would react if I stopped by to pay a visit to the castle." He laughed and, for the fun of it, decided to arrive from Market Chipping. Those people needed a good scare once in a while.