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Feb 24, 2008 19:41

The door opens on a conversation already in progress, a lot of which probably makes absolutely no sense to those not familiar with the peculiarly Ingarian practice of magic.

"...can't help it if I learned the words in Welsh first. Tri ohono fe. But remember, the important thing is the intention behind the words. There are words of power, but they're nothing if not accompanied by equal thoughts of power. You have to really want... oh, look. Here." Guiding Sophie by the arm, Howl walks her to the nearest table and pulls out a chair for her before reaching into his pouch and taking out one small folded piece of paper. He sets this down in front of her.

"Go on, cariad, give it a try. You've got the gift of being able to tell anyone or anything what to do. Don't be shy."

He has such faith in her: she's as powerful a witch as he is a wizard, even if she doesn't know that yet. Mrs. Pentstemmon, God rest her soul, knew it too; that was obvious from the little he was privy to at the only meeting his former teacher had with his future bride and he's not entirely oblivious.

Only a little from time to time, but in general, he's an observant unrepentant cad.

"Let's see you make that one into three."

ace (pyro), howl pendragon, sophie hatter

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