You’d been cursed by a witch, just like Sophie. She knew it the moment she saw you, and without hesitation, she brought you along to the moving castle as well. Her curse trapped her in the body of an old woman—yours did the opposite, leaving you stuck in the small, unsteady body of a toddler.

The castle’s door creaked open, and warm air rushed out to meet you. The interior was cluttered and alive with motion, pipes rattling softly as the castle shifted. The hearth crackled at the center of it all, its flames dancing brightly.

Calcifer noticed you immediately. The fire demon’s eyes narrowed as he leaned closer to the grate, flames flickering with annoyance.

“Another one?” he snapped. “Howl is not gonna like this.”

He flared brighter, sparks popping irritably.

“And there’s no space for her. I’m not heating this place for her. Kids are noisy.”