Phases of the Moon
By: ChocolateEclar
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the magnificent authoress, Diana Wynne Jones. I just rented them for a while.
Claimer: I only own Wyn and Aidan, but that's enough for me really.
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A/N: Nobody's reviewed the last chapter so I really don't have much to say, but that here comes some more slices of romance.
Chapter 8: In Which Morgan Gets Suspicious
"Now you try it."
"You have got to be kidding me. That has got to be one of the easiest spells you've ever tried to teach me!" retorted Wyn.
"Its harder than you think," Aidan replied grinning.
"Oh really. We'll see about that." said Wyn. She flexed her fingers and made strokes with her index finger right above a bare piece of loose-leaf paper. She wrote in the air with her finger: I'm Wyn.
The words formed on the paper almost simultaneously with her movements. She smiled. "That wasn't hard," she said.
She was going to say something else but suddenly the words turned into a puddle of ink and splattered all over her. She turned around accusingly as she wiped ink off her face. "Aidddannnnn," she growled.
Aidan looked at her mischievously. "I'm only a year older than you. Can't I have a little fun once and a while. Besides you just learned others can pretty easily tamper with your spells," he said grinning.
Wyn suddenly smiled out of the blue, making Aidan rightfully nervous, for next she shook herself, like a wet dog, splattering the ink loosened by a spell courtesy of her. The ink was now splashed on Aidan who was laughing uncontrollably.
They were eventually able to stop laughing and surveyed each other. Wyn looked ruffled but otherwise the same as always. Aidan on the other hand was bathed in ink that had 'mysteriously' multiplied when it had made contact with him.
"You've learned a lot I see," said Aidan accusingly.
Wyn smirked. "I did learn from the 'Master of Mischief,' " she replied.
Aidan chuckled. "I'm a bad influence on you. The worst thing you used to use magic for was annoying your brother."
"Too true. But I think a little magical mischief is good every once and a while," said Wyn.
"I see. You'd better go home now. It's getting late."
"Alright," Wyn said reluctantly. "Bye, Aidan."
Aidan noticed the reluctance and looked at her particularly. "Bye. See you in three days, Bronwyn"
Wyn glanced at him puzzledly. 'He doesn't usually call me Bronwyn unless I've done something wrong or I've annoyed him. I hope I didn't do either!' she thought.
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Wyn transported to her bedroom. Landing with a soft thump on her bed, she didn't notice that downstairs Morgan was taking note of her sudden reappearance.
"Bronwyn's back," said Morgan coldly.
"So she is," Sophie said as she was sewing a shirt of Morgan's, which could have easily been fixed by magic, but that Sophie had decided to do manually to give her something productive to do that day, since the shop wasn't busy.
At this time Howl strolled in. "So our mysterious girl with a remarkable disappearing act is back," he exclaimed sitting casually on a stool at the workbench.
"So I am," they heard a voice filled with amusement say. They looked to see Wyn standing at the top of the stairs, looking a little pink in the face really.
"Are you feeling all right?" asked Sophie noticing with motherly anxiety the strange deeper-than-normal color on her daughter's face.
"I'm fine, really," Wyn replied hurriedly as she walked down the stairs.
Sophie glanced at Howl who just shrugged unknowingly. "Were have YOU been?!" exclaimed Morgan crossly.
"Around," was the simple reply that only made Morgan madder.
"Can't you answer anything straight! You're as bad as Dad!" Morgan retorted.
"Whatever," replied Wyn heedlessly.
Morgan huffed at that, but said no more. He caught something strange out of the corner of his eye. "Where did ya get ink on you?!" he questioned accusingly.
Wyn was at a lost for words for THAT question. She went into the bathroom quickly. She studied her reflection in the bathroom mirror and internally cursed. She had a small dab of thick black ink on the end of her nose. 'I can't believe I didn't check to make sure!!!' she thought dismally to herself.
She went back out into the main room in as natural stride as she could muster. "I was helping a friend of mine write a letter and I must have gotten some ink on my nose accidentally," she lied.
Morgan wasn't convinced though. He looked at her suspiciously but said nothing more.
Within, Wyn gave a relieved sigh. She knew her brother would try to find out what she was hiding, but no matter what, she would keep Aidan's secret. Or at least she hoped she would, for she would rather run threw the Waste then let HIM down.
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A/N: A short chapter I know. It was still fun to write. Aw, Aidan and Wyn. Hehe. I still can't believe I'm writing this. I do know their relationship won't progress until they both are a little older. As for Morgan and Kamania, well you'll just have to see for yourself in future chapters. *Dodges frying pans thrown by impatient reviewers. *
*Sticks out her tongue only to be whacked in the face with an evil frying pan. *
Ouch! Anyway, please review. Nobody's reviewed in. well. nobody's reviewed in a day, but I post fast so I guess I should expect that. Some people sadly have lives. Just kidding, but really please review=P
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By: ChocolateEclar
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the magnificent authoress, Diana Wynne Jones. I just rented them for a while.
Claimer: I only own Wyn and Aidan, but that's enough for me really.
^_____^
A/N: Nobody's reviewed the last chapter so I really don't have much to say, but that here comes some more slices of romance.
Chapter 8: In Which Morgan Gets Suspicious
"Now you try it."
"You have got to be kidding me. That has got to be one of the easiest spells you've ever tried to teach me!" retorted Wyn.
"Its harder than you think," Aidan replied grinning.
"Oh really. We'll see about that." said Wyn. She flexed her fingers and made strokes with her index finger right above a bare piece of loose-leaf paper. She wrote in the air with her finger: I'm Wyn.
The words formed on the paper almost simultaneously with her movements. She smiled. "That wasn't hard," she said.
She was going to say something else but suddenly the words turned into a puddle of ink and splattered all over her. She turned around accusingly as she wiped ink off her face. "Aidddannnnn," she growled.
Aidan looked at her mischievously. "I'm only a year older than you. Can't I have a little fun once and a while. Besides you just learned others can pretty easily tamper with your spells," he said grinning.
Wyn suddenly smiled out of the blue, making Aidan rightfully nervous, for next she shook herself, like a wet dog, splattering the ink loosened by a spell courtesy of her. The ink was now splashed on Aidan who was laughing uncontrollably.
They were eventually able to stop laughing and surveyed each other. Wyn looked ruffled but otherwise the same as always. Aidan on the other hand was bathed in ink that had 'mysteriously' multiplied when it had made contact with him.
"You've learned a lot I see," said Aidan accusingly.
Wyn smirked. "I did learn from the 'Master of Mischief,' " she replied.
Aidan chuckled. "I'm a bad influence on you. The worst thing you used to use magic for was annoying your brother."
"Too true. But I think a little magical mischief is good every once and a while," said Wyn.
"I see. You'd better go home now. It's getting late."
"Alright," Wyn said reluctantly. "Bye, Aidan."
Aidan noticed the reluctance and looked at her particularly. "Bye. See you in three days, Bronwyn"
Wyn glanced at him puzzledly. 'He doesn't usually call me Bronwyn unless I've done something wrong or I've annoyed him. I hope I didn't do either!' she thought.
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Wyn transported to her bedroom. Landing with a soft thump on her bed, she didn't notice that downstairs Morgan was taking note of her sudden reappearance.
"Bronwyn's back," said Morgan coldly.
"So she is," Sophie said as she was sewing a shirt of Morgan's, which could have easily been fixed by magic, but that Sophie had decided to do manually to give her something productive to do that day, since the shop wasn't busy.
At this time Howl strolled in. "So our mysterious girl with a remarkable disappearing act is back," he exclaimed sitting casually on a stool at the workbench.
"So I am," they heard a voice filled with amusement say. They looked to see Wyn standing at the top of the stairs, looking a little pink in the face really.
"Are you feeling all right?" asked Sophie noticing with motherly anxiety the strange deeper-than-normal color on her daughter's face.
"I'm fine, really," Wyn replied hurriedly as she walked down the stairs.
Sophie glanced at Howl who just shrugged unknowingly. "Were have YOU been?!" exclaimed Morgan crossly.
"Around," was the simple reply that only made Morgan madder.
"Can't you answer anything straight! You're as bad as Dad!" Morgan retorted.
"Whatever," replied Wyn heedlessly.
Morgan huffed at that, but said no more. He caught something strange out of the corner of his eye. "Where did ya get ink on you?!" he questioned accusingly.
Wyn was at a lost for words for THAT question. She went into the bathroom quickly. She studied her reflection in the bathroom mirror and internally cursed. She had a small dab of thick black ink on the end of her nose. 'I can't believe I didn't check to make sure!!!' she thought dismally to herself.
She went back out into the main room in as natural stride as she could muster. "I was helping a friend of mine write a letter and I must have gotten some ink on my nose accidentally," she lied.
Morgan wasn't convinced though. He looked at her suspiciously but said nothing more.
Within, Wyn gave a relieved sigh. She knew her brother would try to find out what she was hiding, but no matter what, she would keep Aidan's secret. Or at least she hoped she would, for she would rather run threw the Waste then let HIM down.
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A/N: A short chapter I know. It was still fun to write. Aw, Aidan and Wyn. Hehe. I still can't believe I'm writing this. I do know their relationship won't progress until they both are a little older. As for Morgan and Kamania, well you'll just have to see for yourself in future chapters. *Dodges frying pans thrown by impatient reviewers. *
*Sticks out her tongue only to be whacked in the face with an evil frying pan. *
Ouch! Anyway, please review. Nobody's reviewed in. well. nobody's reviewed in a day, but I post fast so I guess I should expect that. Some people sadly have lives. Just kidding, but really please review=P
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