Calcifer’s Saucepan Song.

Mae bys Meri-Ann wedi brifo,
A Dafydd y gwas ddim yn iach.
Mae’r baban yn y crud yn crio,
A’r gath wedi sgramo Joni bach.
Sosban fach yn berwi ar y tân,
Sosban fawr yn berwi ar y llawr,
A’r gath wedi sgramo Joni bach.

Dai bach y sowldiwr,
Dai bach y sowldiwr,
Dai bach y sowldiwr,

A gwt ei grys e mas.
Mae bys Meri-Ann wedi gwella,
A Dafydd y gwas yn ei fedd;
Mae’r baban yn y crud wedi tyfu,
A’r gath wedi huno mewn hedd.
Sosban fach yn berwi ar y tân
Sosban fawr yn berwi ar y llawr
A’r gath wedi huno mewn hedd.

Dai bach y sowldiwr,
Dai bach y sowldiwr,
Dai bach y sowldiwr,

A gwt ei grys e mas.
Aeth hen Fari Jones i Ffair y Caerau
I brynu set o lestri de;
Ond mynd i’r ffos aeth Mari gyda’i llestri
Trwy yfed gormod lawer iawn o ‘de’
Sosban fach yn berwi ar y tân
Sosban fawr yn berwi ar y llawr
A’r gath wedi huno mewn hedd.

Howl's Moving Castle
	Howl x Sophie

(Fuente: greatgretuski)

(Fuente: mikacastle, vía theghibliprince)

In which Howl makes the purchase.

«There should be a spell for these things», the sorcerer thought as he watched carefully an apple, turning it into his own hand for distinguishing any wrong detail. «Although there should also be a spell to cure colds…», he kept telling himself, leaving the apple in the box where there was more.

—No, —he said suddenly, with an expression of distrust and tragedy—. There should be a spell to give you a cold, —he corrected himself.

And the Wizard Howl had been in charge of buying food for the house when Sophie and Michael became ill. That wouldn’t have mattered a few months ago, before he met Sophie, because he was making purchases from time to time. According to him, of course, because Michael was always in charge of those household chores, even though he don’t admitted it.

Howl looked around, looking for the potatoes. Michael hated them, as many vegetables more, but Sophie had a long list as a guide and he had to follow to the letter or he would hear more screams of the girl. Sometimes he was grateful that Sophie didn’t express her fury with an explosion of green mud—not like him.

In the distance he saw a beautiful woman dressed in scarlet blue pompous gave the bags to his companion, a servant. Howl liked the way her dress corset marked her figure. He smiled with charm and then realized when looking at his own reflection in a window.

His black hair, his white shirt, nothing charming. He was in his worst appearance.

—Sophie! —He complained softly—. That woman can’t control her hands. Why did she sabotage me with the things I more care?

In heavy and cumbersome stride, he walked into the market, hating the way so disastrous that he was dressed. At least he brought one of his colored vests, those who favored him so much.

—Hey, boy, —said an old man with gray beard, beckoning with his hand. Howl looked at him curiously and approached him. In the stall of that man had bread, lettuce and black unmarked bottles—. Come here, get closer. What are you buying? —asked the old man. Howl no replied, but he continued seeing the bread. He was sure that Sophie had placed on the list to buy it. Exasperated, the old man insisted—. Hey, are you listening me?
—I’m hearing, —Howl replied with animosity and he extended a hand toward the bread, taking it—. I’ll take it, how much?
—I’m a powerful wizard, —the old man announced quietly, placing both hands behind his back—. And I see you want something different.

Howl was amused because he knew that what the old man said was a lie. He wasn’t a wizard, and if he were, he would not presume that.

—Oh yeah?, —said the magician with false interest.
—Yes —he nodded his head in agreement and tilted a little—. I know you were watching that beautiful lady.

Howl raised his eyebrows, showing more willingness to listen.

—Do you want to win the lady? Just buy this, —the old man showed him a small bottle that was on the table and beat it—. It is a very powerful spell. The Wizard Howl sells it expensive, but I just give it to you for 10 coins, what do you say?

Jenkins started smiling slowly, not believing this. The old man was not just lying about being a magician, but he created a worse reputation on his person. Ten coins? He sometimes gave it free…

—Don’t tell me, —Howl replied to the offer falsely and took the bottle in his hand—. What should I do? Throw it in her head?, —guessed with mockery.
—What? No! —the old man shook his head—. You just have to drink it and go to her. It will make you irresistible and she cannot refuse to your charms. You will be idolized by her, she will follow you wherever you go and every breath that she releases will be for you.

Then the old man gave the bottle to Howl to better examine. The boy brought the bread in his bag and took the small container with the index finger and thumb. He shook it a little bit without expecting an answer, but then, in those short seconds to the brain unintentional makes a scene, wasn’t present exactly in front of the beautiful lady.

Because the lady had become in someone else. The bright golden hair had dulled into a gray brighter like the stars, the slender and graceful figure of the corset was covered with a simple green suit and now with less severe curves, but equally appealing. He wasn’t sure he’d seen it, but he thought the blonde’s eyes were blue, and in his mind the eye color was a beautiful green.

Howl didn’t say a word about that, but in his absent eyes it was obvious that he simply had been floating to follow his imagination. He returned the bottle of old ‘magician’ man, paid the bread and walked towards the door of the establishment which bound with his castle.

Now the beautiful lady he had seen recently it seemed like a normal girl compared with the star to his own mind had imagined—and betrayed, because, basically, Howl wanted the only person who idolized him, follow him, and yearned for him, was Sophie Hatter.

(Fuente: shino-shinobuu, vía grandmasophie)