Howl (Howell) Jenkins, Howl's Moving Castle ( Book )

[wicked_howell]

A well dressed young man walked into the room. He did not seem unsettled or confused to find himself in this place. In fact he seamed quite comfortable and aloof. He was dressed in an elaborate silver and blue suit, lace and embroidery in abundance. He could have just stepped out of an eighteenth century romance

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[ugly_old_hat]

The Sorting Hat scowled. "The spellcheck function on these Dictaquills must be all off. All right, then, what have you got that a Hat of exceptional style and good taste might desire?"

The Hat was wearing a hugely gaudy rhinestone hatpin. Its style and taste were questionable.

[wicked_howell]

"I am not sure, do hats like the company of fellow hats? I have access to a lovely Sunday hat that has been enchanted," he started of slowly. "Or perhaps you have something on your mind?"

[ugly_old_hat]

This piqued the Hat's interest. "How was the hat enchanted? What does the enchantment do?"

[wicked_howell]

"I know a girl who can talk life into things. She has a tendency to talk to inanimate objects enchanting them with her words and giving them a sort of life. I think one has been made into an event magnet."

[ugly_old_hat]

The Hat pretended to know what an event magnet was. "Oh, that's wonderful! Could she bring hats to life for me?"

[wicked_howell]

"I'm sure she could, it's practically her calling in life."

[ugly_old_hat]

"In that case, I would be thrilled to sort you. Don't forget to send me that gorgeous hat!"

[wicked_howell]

"Consider it on it's way."