I know it's been much more than a week than I updated BUT I HAVE A GOOD EXCUSE! I went to visit by grandparents and they live in a place that has neither internet connection nor functioning computer. I spent spring break under a rock. When I got home my own computer decided to be stupid and not work. So...yeah... Another reason is that I'm back in school although I am in the last quarter (Woo! Home stretch! Hang in there!) . Again, I don't own any characters here, that privilege goes to their respective owners blah blah blah.

Upon exiting the TARDIS, Howl made a beeline for the bathroom where he shut himself for hours, primping and preening. When he appeared again cloaked in lilac scent and his most wizardly outfit (a purple and black jacket with a checkerboard pattern) he saw a very disturbing sight.

The Doctor was cooking on Calcifer.

He was making omelets. Sophie, Markl, Granny, Heen, and Amy all had one on their plates and were eating greedily. The Doctors lay untouched as he stood over the fire, flipping and shaping the egg into a semi circle. I suppose that's for me. He thought. Howl reached out with a plate and The Doctor, not noticing, flipped the pan. The omelet slid into Calcifers waiting mouth. It was quickly consumed with much gobbling and smacking.

"Fanks." Mumbled the fire demon with a full mouth.

"Ah, Howl!" The Doctor exclaimed. "Here." He handed Howl the frying pan. "You can make your breakfast now." The sorcerer stood, thunderstruck at the funny man who was now cutting orange wedges for everyone. He's taking over my castle. Howl was infuriated as he cracked his own eggs and chopped his own ham and grated his own cheese. Soon, he was at the table with his own omelet.

"Care for some oranges Howl?" The Doctor asked politely.

"I don't like oranges."

Sophie frowned but said nothing. Markl broke the silence.

"What're we going to do about Rory." He inquired.

"Well," The Doctor said as he sat down. "He was definitely near by, that's for sure. The problem is we don't exactly know which castle entrance he's near. Can you do finding spells?"

"Of course I can do finding spells!" Howl sputtered. "What kind of wizard do you think I am?"

"Then there's no time to loose!" The Doctor stood, his breakfast still uneaten. "You and you and you!" He pointed at Howl, Markl, and Sophie. "Get started on that charm! Amy, come help with the TARDIS." His assistant shoved the rest of the omelet in her mouth and followed him. Howl and Markl scrambled around the room, taking measurements, opening the front door to look out, and shouting certain things at each other. Sophie did as directed and scooped powdered gemstones into a bowl. It really reminded her of the time they moved into the hat shop.

"Oh, how exciting." Murmured Granny Witch.

Howl assembled all the materials on the bench. "I need an object that was strongly connected to him. Something small." Amy thrust out her left hand.

"Here, take my ring." She twisted it off her finger and pressed it in Howls palm. "Be careful with it."

"Thank you, I will." Howl then sprinkled some of the powder Sophie had prepared in each corner of the room. He opened the door and threw some off the balcony, then some out onto the valley and Market Chipping. He didn't bother to do the last setting. After that he put a pinch in each point of the pentagram he had drawn on the floor and placed the ring in the middle. "Ready everyone?" They all nodded and stood back. Howl placed his hands over the marking and began to mutter.

Those who have stolen, show me the fruits of your labor.

Those who have left, show me where you hide.

That which has been taken captive, show me your captor.

Those who have been prophesied to never return, return to me.

His hair rose high above his head and the tingling, electric sensation of magic ran through his body.

"Well?" The Doctor shifted his weight but looked quite fascinated. He had just appeared in time for the last line.

Howl stood up. "He's in Market Chipping, right on the edge of the Wastes."

"This country has wastes? How cool is that? Amy, how cool is it?" The Doctor asked, amused.

"Very cool."

"The Witch of the Waste used to live there." Sophie supplied helpfully.

"Is that so?" Said The Doctor as he scanned around Howls pentagram. "What happened to her?" Sophie gestured to the old woman sitting by the fire.

"You're looking at her."

"Really? Than Howl isn't the only one with magical powers in this house?"

Sophie shook her head. "Wizard Sulliman sapped her of all her sorcery a year and a half ago. She's just a harmless old lady now."

"Who's Wizard Sulliman?"

All ignored the question.

"Markl is also magic and so is Calcifer, though I suppose you can already see that. Sophie's training to be a witch." Howl explained. "Just to clarify."

"Ah, Miss Sophie." The Doctor had become rather taken with her and her starlight hair. "Tell me, what is your connection to Master Howl. His apprentice?"

"No." Said Sophie bluntly. "His wife."

"Oh," said The Doctor, a bit ruffled. "Well, looks like the TARDIS is in working order. Everyone in, in, IN!" He ushered the group through the door. "Sorry Calcifer but were going to have to leave you behind."

"It's okay." Calcifer moaned forlornly. "They always do."

Okay, today I decided to have fun and interview Howl. Please enjoy...and review. Always review. It makes me happy.

Me: Now, which do you prefer, Howl, Jenkins, or Pendragon?

Howl: Howl will be fine.

Me: So Howl. How would you describe The Doctor?

Howl: He's a nosy arse who asks to many questions points his sonic whatever he calls it in the wrong places.

Me: Um...how...straightforward. You really don't like him do you?

Additional Note: I need some ideas on how to defeat the weeping angels, desperately. Please help out.