“Then why are you here?” Gothel was being rude, but she couldn’t waist her time when she had a revenge to plan.

“Why not, dear?”

“Would you be able to teach me some?” The last magic she’d known was gone with her daughter. She needed something besides the ability to feel lies.

“Oh… You can actually talk! Magic, you say? What kind of magic?”

“Well, hello there Ponyo. What brings you to my tower?”

“Ponyo? What is that? Your name?”

((Don’t mind her, she’s just a bitch that hates new people. *slaps muse*))

Gothel looked down “Hum, who are you?”