Disclaimer: I don't own Howls Moving Castle (the book or the movie, sadly), no matter how much i do love both versions so. I'm also not making a cent of profit from this; this is a fanbased work, merely for improving my own writing, and playing with themes.
Surreptitious
Sophie awoke feeling rather disoriented; opening her eyes in confusion as she tried to place where she was. It was not as if she didn't remember the events of the day before; that was all rather vivid in her mind, but it took her a long moment to place where she was. The cluttered, colorful room around her and the opulent bed in which she was lounging having no real place in her memory.
She remembered the enlightening conversation with Howl, the trek to his castle, the conversation with the fire. But what had happened after that?
Curiosity. Curiosity and the overwhelming urge to close her eyes and sleep, but the stubborn need for answers.
Climbing the stairs, finding Howl's door, the look in his bright blue eyes when he saw her standing there...
This was Howls room. The surreptitious fellow had taken one look at her and made to lure her into his bed... and she'd climbed in without fuss and fallen right off to sleep, cuddled up to his pillow and curled beneath his blankets.
She wasn't sure whither to be amused or aghast at her own audacity and his, in turn.
But either way as she quickly divested herself of his bedding so she could climb to her feet, Sophie Hatter was going to pretend the breach of proper etiquette was never to be mentioned or acknowledged again.
Note: Hey guys, Sorry about the delay. FFn was freaking out yesterday and for the life of me, I couldn't get my account page to load. It kept giving me timing out errors. -_-