Walls

“I have to save that idiot, Sophie,” he had said upon waking.

That idiot Sophie cocked an eyebrow a couple weeks later as she watched Howell prance, dance, and just act really stupid even for himself.

A smooth character someone once referred to him.

Half-ready to fall flat on his face once he reaches that broomstick that just fell and oh stick get back up there or he’s going to…

She cringed as the resounding crash shook the castle, sending Calcifer into uproarious laughter and Sophie in the line of sight of a rather angry Howell Jenkins.

A quick glance around the room told her that there was no real place to run, especially when glass green eyes were slit the way they were. Quick, someone, HELP!

Where was Michael when he was actually needed?

Sophie backed up into the kitchen cabinet and scooted along the wall until she moved about five feet to the left and couldn’t move anymore.

Ah, the Howell wall, something he loved using against her and she only wished that she was as tall as he sometimes because he used his height too damned often!