Title: The Foolish Mistake

Anime: Howl's Moving Castle

A/N: Currently working on Part 2 and Eren Gayger I mean Jaeger so yeah

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(Your PoV)

I walked through the crowded street, looking at all the different flea marketed items that were being displayed. I had heard from a friend that the sale would be going on all day, and I didn't want to miss out on it.

An old, freakishly short, man's items caught my eye especially. They were eye catching, beautiful, and strange. I just couldn't stay away, like I was being pulled into his space. He was set up infront of a shop called,

"The Great Wizard Jenkins." I didn't pay much attention to it and smiled at the man.

"Much business today?" I asked as I skimmed my eyes across his merchandise. He laughed loudly and said,

"Oh not too much, but you're more than welcome to do me good, young lady!" I smiled and nodded, then looked at the different items he had to offer. They were antiques really, most of them anyway. Knick knacks from before I was born, original coo-coo clocks made from hand, and other things that were forgotten in time.

My eyes wandered across the things before my eyes landed on a clothing rack in the corner of the lot. I grinned and walked right over. I weaved my hands through the different odd pieces of clothing that hung before me, before I came upon a beautiful pair of black leather pants. I admired them with desire and pulled it off that rack almost immediately.

"How much for these Mister?" The old man turned his attention to me and said loudly,

"Gimme 5 for em'." I smiled at the exceptional price and ravaged through my purse. Pulling out a five, I quickly handed it to the man in anticipation.

"They're yours young lady! Thanks for stoppin' by!" I waved and looked at the black pants that seemed to sparkle in my hands. I didn't know why, but I had this strange feeling that I had to go home and put them on. And I did just that.

(Time Skip brought to you by all your bacon burning plus second person PoV)

Once you got home, you quickly peeled off the pants you were wearing and slipped on your new ones. They were beneficially a perfect fit, and you walked to your body mirror to admire yourself.

Turning here and there, you tried different poses out to get a feel of what the pants looks to other people. You suddenly shoved your hands in your pockets. You went to look in the mirror again, when your fingers skid across a crumpled up piece of paper inside your pocket. You furrowed your eyebrows and grabbed the paper before pulling it out to inspect it.

It looked like any old piece of paper. You didn't think much of it, remembering that the old man you got it from might've stuck it in there on accident or something. So, you lazily unraveled the paper and read the few words that were written across it.

"Find Howl Jenkins Pendragon."

You scratched your head and asked no one in particular,

"Who's that? And why does someone want to find them?" You thought for a moment but eventually gave up and shrugged.

"Oh well, I don't really care." You said as you foolishly threw the paper away.

The thing about what you had done was if you would've known just how much of an impact it would soon have on your life, you would've burned that note, changed your name, and moved far far away. But you didn't, and that was only the beginning of your problems.

A/N: aren't authors suppose to get better as they go? -_-...why am I excluded from that bunch?