Do You Mind Not Being So Kind

Tell Me About This Wizard Howl Of Yours." "he's The Best Wizard In Ingary Or Anywhere Else. If He'd Only Had Time, He Would Have Defeated That Djinn. And He's Sly And Selfish And Vain As A Peacock And Cowardly, And You Can't Pin Him Down To Anything." "indeed? Strange That You Should Speak So Proudly Such A List Of Vices, Most Loving Of Ladies." "what Do You Mean, Vices? I Was Just Describing Howl. He Comes From Another World Entirely, You Know, Called Wales, And I Refuse To Believe He's Dead!

In The Land Of Ingary Where Such Things As Seven-league Boots And Cloaks Of Invisibility Really Exist, It Is Quite A Misfortune To Be Born The Eldest Of The Three. Everyone Knows You Are The One Who Will Fail First, And Worst, If The Three Of You Set Out To Seek Your Fortunes.

Can't You Just Keep Your Big Mouth Shut?" Brian Said Furiously To Nan. He Pointed To Chrestomanci. "how Do We Know He's Safe? For All We Know, He Could Be The Devil That You Summoned Up!" "oh, You Flatter Me, Brian," Chrestomanci Said.

Typical! I Break My Neck Trying To Get Here, And I Find You Peacefully Tidying Up!

Mr. Crossley Suddenly Wondered Why He Was Why He Was Worrying About The Note. It Was Only A Joke, After All. He Cleared His Throat. Everyone Looked Up Hopefully. 'somebody,' Said Mr. Crossley, 'seems To Have Sent Me A Halloween Message.' And He Read Out The Note: 'someone In This Class Is A Witch.' 6b Thought This Was Splendid News. Hands Shot Up All Over The Room Like A Bed Of Beansprouts. 'it's Me, Mr. Crossley!' 'mr. Crossley, I'm The Witch!' 'can I Be The Witch, Mr. Crossley?' 'me, Mr. Crossley, Me, Me, Me!