Now one might have not expected a grieving wizard to be contentedly reading childrens' books aloud to himself in the middle of a bookstore where he sat on one of the cushioned chairs provided--but the fact was, Howl was no longer grieving. At least, he was no longer showing signs of grieving. Well kept mouse brown hair fell into his eyes, which still were red and puffy (of course, if asked, he would claim it was allergies and make quite a show of sneezing until the subject was left alone). It might have appeared strange that a teenager Howl's age would be reading childrens' illustrated fairytales when there were no children present.
He seemed to be talking to his shadow. That was, until a small figure bubbled up from his shadow. "Pu?" the dragonic shadow asked. "Pupu!"
"Alright, we'll get this one too," Howl agreed, tucking it under his arm. Puff melted back into his shadow, causing the wizard to roll his eyes. "You know, that makes me look like I'm crazy."
