The door to the flower shop rang as Sophie stepped through the doors, one hand holding a suitcase as the other held her wide brimmed day hat upon her head. Turning as the door fell shut behind her, she turned the lock and took a deep breath. She'd missed the shop.
Making her way through the darkened little shop, the silver haired woman noticed the large amount of dust that covered the counters and while the flowers in the windows weren't withered--likely due to Howl--the ones not visible from the street were mere husks of their former beauty.
"At least he thought to keep up appearances..." She muttered to herself, a habit she'd had long before the witch's curse. Coming to the back door, she tugged it open and stepped out only to be reminded of how windy the world was.
Her hat was whisked right off her head and was up in the air out of her reach before she had time to blink. Had she thought to curse she might have if someone hadn't leaned out the window to catch the runaway garment. Earrings bobbed back and forth and Howl grinned down at her from a window that she knew was really far from the upper landing of the little home.
Before she knew it, Michael had burst from the door and was dancing her around the courtyard giggling as Howl vanished from the window and appeared in the doorway.
It was nice to be home.
