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This time, it was intentional: Howl needs a place away from everyone and every thing, real or imagined, to concentrate and focus.
If he's going to best the Witch, he needs to think. And he can't think with Calcifer's smart comments and Sophie's nagging and snooping and Michael's whining. Whining is my territory; he'd best leave it be. That's not why I chose him as apprentice.
Not that he would ever voice that thought. But he does have a piece of rather fancy-looking paper and a pen, and he's turned the knob to the hidden colour only he knows and sees, and here he is. Howl takes a seat at a quiet table away from things, focusing on his plan. As always, it starts with a spell.
A spell only he knows. A spell no one else can even see. If someone does look at it, it appears to be a simple series of sparkling shapes. They change from gold to silver to bronze to silver to gold, over and over again. It's just how the magic works.
From time to time he takes a break: all work and no play makes... something. He read that once.
If he's going to best the Witch, he needs to think. And he can't think with Calcifer's smart comments and Sophie's nagging and snooping and Michael's whining. Whining is my territory; he'd best leave it be. That's not why I chose him as apprentice.
Not that he would ever voice that thought. But he does have a piece of rather fancy-looking paper and a pen, and he's turned the knob to the hidden colour only he knows and sees, and here he is. Howl takes a seat at a quiet table away from things, focusing on his plan. As always, it starts with a spell.
A spell only he knows. A spell no one else can even see. If someone does look at it, it appears to be a simple series of sparkling shapes. They change from gold to silver to bronze to silver to gold, over and over again. It's just how the magic works.
From time to time he takes a break: all work and no play makes... something. He read that once.