Howl: So, what do you have in your pocket, Sophie?
Old Sophie: Huh?
[Finds a folded piece of paper]
Old Sophie: What is this?
Howl: Give it to me.
[paper burns leaving marks on the table]
Markl: Scorch marks! Howl, can you read them?
Howl: That is ancient sorcery and quite powerful too.
Markl: Is it from the Witch of the Waste?
Howl: "You who swallowed a falling star, o' heartless man, your heart shall soon be mine." That can't be good for the table.
[covers the marks with his hand]
Markl: Wow! It's gone!
Howl: The mark maybe gone but the spell is still there.