Ok here is Chapter two. Thank you for reviewing, I hope you like it. Sorry Abdullah isn't here yet but he will be in chapter three.
Howl returned late, and looking angry. He was soaked, his hair and coat were dripping and his nose was red with cold. He sneezed, but it sounded fairly fake.
"I refuse to believe that you have a cold" said Sophie who was changing Morgan into smart clothes.
"I will die of a cold he said sinking into a chair" he said sinking into a chair, "I will sneeze and sniff to death!"
Sophie snorted. Howl got up and stomped upstairs whining, Sophie shook her head. Morgan looked really sweet in his little suit, even if Howl had chosen it. He was wearing a light blue and white long jacket and little navy blue boots, he even had a baggy white shirt on. Sophie thought she now knew how Howl must have looked when he was two. She put Morgan down and went over to Calcifer who had conjured a fiery red bowtie and was smiling broadly, he always had liked Abdullah. Sophie sighed, "Put your head down or shoo, I need to cook." Calcifer flew out of the fireplace and soured round the room. He stopped to look at Morgan,
"Another Howl that's all I need!"
"Calcifer!" exclaimed Sophie but not really sounding angry. At that moment Howl himself came souring down the stairs,
"Calcifer, Hot water!" he shouted as he disappeared into the bathroom.
"Oh no you don't" said Sophie, "you get out here; you promised to sweep the floor and lay the table! You can get ready after that. Really door you're going to have to let me in!" She stormed into the bathroom and found Howl standing in the middle of the Bathroom, no sign of a cold.
"Make Morgan do it, I have to get ready, you wouldn't want me looking in descent!" Howl whined
"Morgan is only two and you look fine! The table is more important than you're silly hair!"
"But my hair needs a lot of work!" he whined as Sophie heaved him out of the bathroom.
"Sometimes you sound like Morgan, only worse!"
Howl allowed Sophie to thrust the broom into his hands, but instead of sweeping the floor he whispered to the brush and then put it on the floor again. Sophie opened her mouth in indignation but closed it again as the brush got up and started to sweep the floor on its own. Sophie sighed but did not argue at least the job got done that way. Howl headed again for the Bathroom.
"No you don't, door you are absolutely not allowed to let him in until he has sorted out the table." Sophie said
"Sophie" whined Howl, "Come on, Calcifer can do it!"
"Calcifer does enough"
"Yes" confirmed Calcifer who was lazing in the fire.
"Humph" moaned Howl but he cleared the work bench in a very slap dash way and moved it into the middle of the room in front of the fire where he muttered a strange word and the table grew longer, shinier and all together more impressive.
"Why isn't Michael back yet?" Howl grumbled to himself as he threw a table cloth on to the shiny surface of the table, "He could do it!"
"Michael is busy with the wedding plans," Replied Sophie, "I'm sure he'll be back soon."
Howl threw some plates out of the cupboard; they hovered over to the table. Howl then threw some Knives and forks after them.
"Watch it," said Calcifer, when a fork flew right through his arm.
"Howl, why can't you just carry them, you could have hit Morgan!" Sophie cried.
In response Howl hurled a spoon right at her. It rather lost heart who it got closer and narrowly missed her right ear. It seemed Howl didn't really want to hurt Sophie. The spoon swerved and joined the swarm heading for the table.
"Thank you" said Sophie surprisingly calmly, picking up Morgan, "Calcifer could you arrange some candles please?"
"Certainly" replied Calcifer obviously wanting to annoy Howl. He succeeded, a soup spoon hurtled for Calcifer's head. It stopped right in front of Calcifer's left eye.
"Temper, temper" said Calcifer sending the spoon back to the table.
Howl stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door. Calcifer shook his head and busied himself conjuring candles and then lighting them himself with his little finger so they let off a blue flame.
Sophie put a log on the fire and resumed her cooking.
So how did you like it? If I manage three chapters, you are to cheer because I always tend to get stuck on the third. Again excuse any spelling and grammar mistakes, because what ever you say I am sure there are many. Please review.