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Two months after their wedding and Sophie and Howl had not settled down into a more restrained version of domestic bliss.
“Do you think they’re going to come down from there soon?” Michael asked, trying to clamp his arm over both his ears, while scrawling notes across his parchment. “They’ve been up there, what, two hours? Three?”
“Let’s hope they don’t come down,” Calcifer said, flickering gloomily. “They don’t have that much more control in company than they do up there.”
“I wouldn’t mind it if they weren’t so loud,” Michael groused. “It’s hard enough trying to twist my head around this without all that screaming...”
“It’s all right for you,” Calcifer hissed, moodily. “You can leave. You don’t have to worry about being extinguished.”
“It’s been raining for too long,” Michael sighed.
From the room above them, Sophie and Howl’s voices echoed out across Market Chipping. It would be a long time before they finished arguing.