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A bit more book accurate Sophie and Howl °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

No, I shall not elaborate.

Doodle was made by Sophie Diao

Really quite old, well into his twenties!

Sophie had no time to recover. There was the sound of wheels and horse hoofs and a carriage darkened the window. The shop bell clanged and the grandest customer she had ever seen sailed in, with a sable wrap drooping from her elbows and diamonds winking all over her dense black dress. Sophie’s eyes went to the lady’s wide hat first—real ostrich plume dyed to reflect the pinks and greens and blues winking in the diamonds and yet still look black. This was a wealthy hat. The lady’s face was carefully beautiful. The chestnut-brown hair made her seem young, but … Sophie’s eyes took in the young man who followed the lady in, a slightly formless-faced person with reddish hair, quite well dressed, but pale and obviously upset. He stared at Sophie with a kind of beseeching horror. He was clearly younger than the lady.

it is raining out there in market chipping

“He says no one’s going to employ a wizard who looks as if he can’t make money at the trade.” “That’s just because he likes clothes,” said Calcifer. His orange eyes watched Sophie at work rather meaningly. “This suit was spoiled,” Sophie said.

Nothing is safe from you! If i were to court a girl who lived on an iceberg in the middle of the ocean, sooner or later - probably sooner - I’d look up to see you swooping overhead on a broomstick. In fact, by now I’d be disappointed in you if I didn’t see you. 

“The other Lettie let the cat out of the bag too,” Howl said quickly. “You know she did. And Mrs. Fairfax talked a great deal that day. There was a time when everyone seemed to be telling me. Even Calcifer did - when I asked him. But do you honestly think I don’t know my own business well enough not to spot a strong spell like that when I see it?"

“Go to bed, you fool,” Calcifer said sleepily. “You’re drunk.” “Who, me?” said Howl. “I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober.” He got up and stalked upstairs, feeling for the wall as if he thought it might escape him unless he kept in touch with it. His bedroom door did escape him.