Phases of the Moon
By: ChocolateEclar
Previous Author's Note:
To whoever just reviewed chapter 1 anonymously: I like the name Bronwyn. Maybe I could use that and nickname her 'Wyn.'
Recent A/N:
To eklektik: I agree if I don't decide I'll just have to have a lot of new kids. Hehe. But seriously I think I've decided on Bronwyn. Anyway, thank you for reviewing all my chapters so far. I hope you keep doing that.I feel so appreciated=P
To who suggested the name 'Bronwyn:' I've decided to use Bronwyn and have 'Wyn' as her nickname. I've already made the changes to the previous chapters.
To everyone who reads this: Please review and thank you if you've already reviewed previous chapters.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the magnificent authoress, Diana Wynne Jones. I just borrowed them for a while.
Claimer: I do own Wyn though, so please don't use her without my permission.
A/N 2: I'm skipping Wyn's younger childhood from now on in this story.Sorry if that bothers anyone, but you never know I might do a prequel to this story someday.
Chapter 4: In Which Wyn Gets a Strange Illness
Bronwyn came downstairs, now a 'young woman' of thirteen. She was abnormally pale that morning and kept sneezing. Soon her mother's maternal instincts noticed this.
After a while of Sophie fussing that Wyn should go back to bed, Howl said looking noble and hurt sitting at the workbench, "Why don't you fuss over me when I'm ill?"
Sophie snorted at that and before she could reply, Wyn said indignantly, "I'm perfectly fine. I don't need to be babied." After retorting this she went into a momentarily fit of coughing which she tried to subdue to no avail.
"Your as stubborn as your father," remarked Sophie.
"What's that supposed to mean, Sophie dear?" Howl said resentfully.
"At least I don't try to get pity! I hate being sick!" snapped Wyn.
"She's whining more than usual, Mom. There must be something wrong with her. Or at least more wrong than usual," noted Morgan smirking as he dodged a slap from his sister.
Wyn sneezed and finally feeling thoroughly miserable said, "I guess I will go to bed." She then proceeded to clap her hands together once hard. Normally they would have then heard her landing with a crash upstairs in her bedroom, but in her weak sickly state nothing happened.
Wyn cursed under her breath and testing how much energy for magic she had at the moment she tried to form a tiny ball of light in the palm of her hand. The light sparked weakly into life and instantly went out.
"Well that's not good," said Wyn dully.
She then dragged herself up the stairs. Unfortunately she forgot how many steps there were in her now zombie like position and tripped on the last step, landing with a heavy thud and several loud angry curses could be heard by everyone downstairs.
"You're a bad influence on her," Sophie remarked to Howl smiling.
"How so."
"She now curses, does magic for everything, and when sick acts like you do drunk," Sophie replied still smiling at her husband in a mocking sort of way.
"Before this turns into anything, I'm still hear you know," commented Morgan.
Howl and Sophie looked darkly at their eighteen year old, often known as the smart-alek, aka the 'pain-in-the-butt.'
Morgan smiled innocently back at them and Calcifer chuckled as he floated next to Morgan's ear. Everyone winced at the sound of a deafening sneeze that made the walls quiver.
"I wasn't being dramatic like some people! That was a real sneeze, you know!!!" yelled a hoarse voice from upstairs.
The rest of the day, as Sophie, Howl, Calcifer, and Morgan worked on various other projects of their own, quite a few sneezes, several horrendous gagging coughs, and other sickly noises came from upstairs.
Later that day, Morgan glanced outside the window over the workbench; he saw a dark moonless sky. He sighed and thought of the moon his sister loved so much. 'She always goes on about it being a big beautiful something or other. She hates these nights when you can't easily see it and 'its glory',' he thought. He could hear Wyn once again giving a dull somewhat painful cough from upstairs.
The following day, Wyn was no better. In fact she seemed worse and didn't even try to get out of her bed. As for the day after that, she seemed to be getting a little better and by the fourth day she could get up again and didn't cough as much.
Morgan looked out at the moon two weeks later thinking again. Wyn looked totally fine by then. In fact she looked better to Morgan then she'd ever looked before. She was spruce and healthy and seemed to always be in a good mood.
Unfortunately, Morgan soon noticed that his sister was getting sick again. It wasn't really noticeable till a week after that, but it was obvious to him at the time that something was wrong. By the following week Wyn was ill in bed again and Sophie was watching her closely looking somewhat ragged herself with worry.
After about two more months of these phases of illness Morgan noticed something. The pattern Wyn was going through was monthly. It puzzled him. Who ever heard of a strange monthly sickness that went in a precise pattern and why had it just started out of nowhere?
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A/N: Wahhh! Hah! Hah! I wrote a half-cliffhanger ending to this chapter.
Hehe. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. I'll give you a hint on how the changing months are affecting Wyn.
Hint (Don't read unless you really want to): Analyze the title, 'Phases of the Moon.'
I know its not much of a hint but that's all I'm telling=P
A/N 2: So please review. Please, pretty please. *Uses the cute face of death. *
By: ChocolateEclar
Previous Author's Note:
To whoever just reviewed chapter 1 anonymously: I like the name Bronwyn. Maybe I could use that and nickname her 'Wyn.'
Recent A/N:
To eklektik: I agree if I don't decide I'll just have to have a lot of new kids. Hehe. But seriously I think I've decided on Bronwyn. Anyway, thank you for reviewing all my chapters so far. I hope you keep doing that.I feel so appreciated=P
To who suggested the name 'Bronwyn:' I've decided to use Bronwyn and have 'Wyn' as her nickname. I've already made the changes to the previous chapters.
To everyone who reads this: Please review and thank you if you've already reviewed previous chapters.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the magnificent authoress, Diana Wynne Jones. I just borrowed them for a while.
Claimer: I do own Wyn though, so please don't use her without my permission.
A/N 2: I'm skipping Wyn's younger childhood from now on in this story.Sorry if that bothers anyone, but you never know I might do a prequel to this story someday.
Chapter 4: In Which Wyn Gets a Strange Illness
Bronwyn came downstairs, now a 'young woman' of thirteen. She was abnormally pale that morning and kept sneezing. Soon her mother's maternal instincts noticed this.
After a while of Sophie fussing that Wyn should go back to bed, Howl said looking noble and hurt sitting at the workbench, "Why don't you fuss over me when I'm ill?"
Sophie snorted at that and before she could reply, Wyn said indignantly, "I'm perfectly fine. I don't need to be babied." After retorting this she went into a momentarily fit of coughing which she tried to subdue to no avail.
"Your as stubborn as your father," remarked Sophie.
"What's that supposed to mean, Sophie dear?" Howl said resentfully.
"At least I don't try to get pity! I hate being sick!" snapped Wyn.
"She's whining more than usual, Mom. There must be something wrong with her. Or at least more wrong than usual," noted Morgan smirking as he dodged a slap from his sister.
Wyn sneezed and finally feeling thoroughly miserable said, "I guess I will go to bed." She then proceeded to clap her hands together once hard. Normally they would have then heard her landing with a crash upstairs in her bedroom, but in her weak sickly state nothing happened.
Wyn cursed under her breath and testing how much energy for magic she had at the moment she tried to form a tiny ball of light in the palm of her hand. The light sparked weakly into life and instantly went out.
"Well that's not good," said Wyn dully.
She then dragged herself up the stairs. Unfortunately she forgot how many steps there were in her now zombie like position and tripped on the last step, landing with a heavy thud and several loud angry curses could be heard by everyone downstairs.
"You're a bad influence on her," Sophie remarked to Howl smiling.
"How so."
"She now curses, does magic for everything, and when sick acts like you do drunk," Sophie replied still smiling at her husband in a mocking sort of way.
"Before this turns into anything, I'm still hear you know," commented Morgan.
Howl and Sophie looked darkly at their eighteen year old, often known as the smart-alek, aka the 'pain-in-the-butt.'
Morgan smiled innocently back at them and Calcifer chuckled as he floated next to Morgan's ear. Everyone winced at the sound of a deafening sneeze that made the walls quiver.
"I wasn't being dramatic like some people! That was a real sneeze, you know!!!" yelled a hoarse voice from upstairs.
The rest of the day, as Sophie, Howl, Calcifer, and Morgan worked on various other projects of their own, quite a few sneezes, several horrendous gagging coughs, and other sickly noises came from upstairs.
Later that day, Morgan glanced outside the window over the workbench; he saw a dark moonless sky. He sighed and thought of the moon his sister loved so much. 'She always goes on about it being a big beautiful something or other. She hates these nights when you can't easily see it and 'its glory',' he thought. He could hear Wyn once again giving a dull somewhat painful cough from upstairs.
The following day, Wyn was no better. In fact she seemed worse and didn't even try to get out of her bed. As for the day after that, she seemed to be getting a little better and by the fourth day she could get up again and didn't cough as much.
Morgan looked out at the moon two weeks later thinking again. Wyn looked totally fine by then. In fact she looked better to Morgan then she'd ever looked before. She was spruce and healthy and seemed to always be in a good mood.
Unfortunately, Morgan soon noticed that his sister was getting sick again. It wasn't really noticeable till a week after that, but it was obvious to him at the time that something was wrong. By the following week Wyn was ill in bed again and Sophie was watching her closely looking somewhat ragged herself with worry.
After about two more months of these phases of illness Morgan noticed something. The pattern Wyn was going through was monthly. It puzzled him. Who ever heard of a strange monthly sickness that went in a precise pattern and why had it just started out of nowhere?
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A/N: Wahhh! Hah! Hah! I wrote a half-cliffhanger ending to this chapter.
Hehe. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. I'll give you a hint on how the changing months are affecting Wyn.
Hint (Don't read unless you really want to): Analyze the title, 'Phases of the Moon.'
I know its not much of a hint but that's all I'm telling=P
A/N 2: So please review. Please, pretty please. *Uses the cute face of death. *