Authors Note:
At last! I have made the next chapter to this story!
….Oh, wait a moment, this is only chapter four….
Well, enjoy anyway! :D
Chapter Four:
Yet Another Suprise from Amy
"Ouch! Hey! That hurts!"
Amy sat on the couch, grumpily letting Sophie pull the bits and pieces of glass out of her skin. Annoyed, Amy squirmed around on her seat.
"Hold still," Sophie said, equally annoyed "You're making the glass go deeper!" She picked yet another piece of glass out of Amy's shoulder.
Sophie sighed and put her hands on her lap, watching Amy pout and wriggle around. The stubbornness of this child! She thought, finally managing to pull out the piece of glass.
Sophie turned to see Markl sitting wide-eyed at her and Amy. He sat there for a moment, then asked
"Is Amy alright?"
"I'll be-ow-fine," Amy replied, kicking her feet against the couch.
Markl still looked wide-eyed and worried
"Is she going to die, Sophie?"
Sophie paused to look at Markl, ready to report the Amy was just fine when Granny (as The Witch of the Waste had come to be called) interrupted from her spot from the table "What was it like?"
Howl chuckled in his room upstairs. He could hear Amy and the others talking through the vent next to the bed. He sat, eavesdropping.
"So, what was it like?"
"It was painful- ow!- Very ,very, painful"
"Hold still!"
"I mean the flying, deary"
There was a pause.
"….um…"
"Are you alright, child? You look pale…"
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
Howl could picture Amy sitting on the couch, with her black and red hair draping over her face, embarrassed and exhausted.
Bored, Howl looked around the room. He didn't exactly want to see the others yet.
Something green caught his eye. The small vile of hair dye Amy had given him was sitting innocently on the dresser. He walked over to the bottle and opened it, sniffing cautiously.
"Doesn't smell strange…"He thought. "Maybe Amy isn't playing a trick on me at all."
He looked inside the bottle. Nothing. Just yellow liquid. Still curious, Howl tipped the bottle upside down and shaked the bottle.
Yellow liquid poured onto dresser. Howl paused, thinking through was he was doing for the first time.
Suddenly, a hiss came from the dresser. Howl looked to see the puddle of hair dye burning a hole into the dresser.
Amy! He thought, throwing an old sheet over the puddle. The moment the sheet touched the dye, however, it instantly turned into a gigantic cherry. All other traces of the hair dye was gone, the wood on the dresser had even magically reappeared. Howl cautiously picked up the cherry.
Big mistake.