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As a master of incurring confusion, Wizard Howl was rather displeased with feeling it himself. After having lived in the same place for a reasonable amount of time, he had grown an expectation to find his bathroom behind the bathroom door. However, the bleary eyed wizard did not stumble into a bathroom. Instead he found himself standing in a crowd of peculiar looking strangers who were milling about a dauntingly large library. Howl took several steps while taking in his surroundings, and it occurred to him that the floor felt cold against his feet.
Odd. Normally the bottoms of his shoes were not cold, or hard. Blinking a few times, Howl looked down at his feet and found them bare. Upon further inspection he noted he was wearing his bed clothes. Now that he was aware of his situation, Howl was awake, and also looking for an escape, preferably a hole to appear for him to dive into. His shoulder length blond hair held no form in a tangle atop his head and his bed clothes consisted of old, once tan pants that were now dirtied to an ash grey and a matching oversized tunic.
Typist note: Wizard Howl from Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones.
Odd. Normally the bottoms of his shoes were not cold, or hard. Blinking a few times, Howl looked down at his feet and found them bare. Upon further inspection he noted he was wearing his bed clothes. Now that he was aware of his situation, Howl was awake, and also looking for an escape, preferably a hole to appear for him to dive into. His shoulder length blond hair held no form in a tangle atop his head and his bed clothes consisted of old, once tan pants that were now dirtied to an ash grey and a matching oversized tunic.
Typist note: Wizard Howl from Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones.