Disclaimer: I do not own Howl's Moveing Castle (the book or the movie, sadly) no matter how much I do love both versions so. I am also not making a cent of profit off of this; this is a fanbased work, merely for improving my own writing, and playing with themes.
Epitome
She'd never been given a more brilliant idea as she had just then -It was perfect. Who better to ask than an old master? The old wizards, the ones that ruled the waste before the war, they were the epitome of magic taken human form. If anyone was to know how to break the curse, it would be one of them.
"Do you know who Howl's master was?" She asked, allowing herself a moment of excitement. "Do you know how to find him?"
"Madame Suliman?" The fire sounded almost shocked, as if expecting her to of course know who the woman was. "Of course I know how to find her."
"Can you take us to her, calcifer?"
The demon in the fireplace was suddenly hesitant. "I don't know, Sophie. Howl decides where I take us."
"Oh please?" she wheeled, snagging a piece of wood from the stand beside the hearth and leaning in close, offering it to the Demon, but holding it just out of reach. "I need to know if she can help me. I need to know if she's got the answers."
"Howl is not going to like this." his voice was firm, but it wasn't a denial, and she allowed the thin, outstretched tendrils of flame to take hold of the log.
"Thank you." She told him, and the words were genuine. Then, Sophie could feel the house sway -shift. Turning -taking her where she had asked to go.
"When he realizes we're going to pay a visit to Kingsbury, he's going to come down here furious -you get to be the one to explain it to him"
Note: I wanted to thank everyone for the influx of support -in both reviews and PMs. I was genuinely surprised at the amount of people who are still actively following this story.
