Howl talks to you about his time at the Academy while you lay on his chest...
Don't worry, I won't be that loud. Just relax. Well, I won't even speak that loud.
I'll tell you about what you want to hear, but I'll do it with a very soft and gentle voice. So, you want to know about my days at the academy? Well, those days were short-lived, but while they lived, I really had a good time.
I was always at the top of the class, and everybody there knew of my talents. They knew that I was on the fast track to being something great. Even though I was rambunctious and going against the norm, they knew that I was destined for greatness.
Not to toot my own horn, but everyone knew this to be true. Now, while I was there, I really didn't do a lot of work, a lot of homework, but I always got good grades. I always passed my classes, and the reason for this was because, well, I was me, and I had a very, very good sense of magic.
How it worked, all the simple elements that nobody ever really understood, I did. I understood them very well, and I also respected them. Even though I didn't respect the institution, I respected magic, and I respected it for what it was, what it stands for, how we take it for granted.
How we take it for granted. Well, people don't understand that it is something you must respect. I mean, for Christ's sakes, you're using it.
You are diving into what is magic. You are touching it. You are using it.
You are a part of it. You are sharing it, and because of all of that, you must respect it. You must love it.
That isn't as easy as people think, you know. It takes time, but then again, people don't want to understand that, especially wizards. They think that magic is there for them, to use and abuse, and that's not the way it is.
It's never that way. But whatever, I understood it. I understood the respect that you had to show it, and because of that, it took me very far, always.
It never gave me up, and I never abused it. I loved it, and it loved me. Nevertheless, I didn't agree with my resolve to being who I was meant to be, and I know that I made some terrible choices, and I went about it the wrong way, maybe, but I had good intentions.
Maybe that's why they didn't like me, or they didn't like what I was trying to do, because they knew that I was using that as a perfect excuse to do whatever I wanted, to not abide by all their rules and things. I guess I am too clever for my own good, but nevertheless, that is what I did, and I did understand all of these things, and now that I look back, I know this to be true. I know that I didn't do the right things, however, that already happened.
There's nothing I can do about that. It's time that has been used up, and occurred. And you seem to have gone to sleep.
Well, I'm glad you did. I love you. That's my girl.