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SilverTiger · 12-28-2022, 01:05 AM

Conversely, Giselle knew her brother very well and therefore had rather expected an eyeroll as her pirouette had turned her in his direction. The fact he hadn’t was interesting, but not enough that she felt like asking. Firstly, she knew Xander wouldn’t answer and secondly, their wands were being delivered. Yes, they were a big group, and this particular member of it hadn’t forgotten the lack of consideration. Even if she also knew mum and dad would’ve already known how expensive it would be and so forth, this ickle brunette was more focused on the slight to herself. She might not have asked for special treatment, but she fully thought she deserved it.

And the wand man had even made her wait for last. She’d returned his smile with an impassive expression, hoping he knew what he’d done. Maybe the fact he’d admitted she was by no means least (and she wasn’t, Phoebe had been the littlest triplet when they’d been born) had helped ease her frustration the tiniest bit, but she still hadn’t budged an inch on the smile thing when she’d taken the offered wand. There’d need to be more before he’d get a smile from her.

Plus, she’d been tempted to say the wand wasn’t perfect for her one bit, just out of spite, except… it actually did feel perfect. It felt like hers, like it belonged in her hand, and she gave it an experimental wave. Because she wanted to, not because he’d told her to, and the slightest of grins appeared as a tiny flame flickered out of the tip of the wand. It reminded her of her goal to learn fire dancing, which meant it knew her. This wand understood her.

Okay, maybe wand man wasn’t all bad.

12-28-2022, 01:05 AM	#38 (permalink)
SilverTiger MO & DMAC Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,152 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Sable Ileana Armstrong Gryffindor Seventh Year Ministry RPG Name: Skye Tamerlane Accidents & Catastrophes Ministry RPG Name: Jemma McCrae Minister's Office x5 x3	quick post because this one refuses to not let her thoughts be known Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Conversely, Giselle knew her brother very well and therefore had rather expected an eyeroll as her pirouette had turned her in his direction. The fact he hadn’t was interesting, but not enough that she felt like asking. Firstly, she knew Xander wouldn’t answer and secondly, their wands were being delivered. Yes, they were a big group, and this particular member of it hadn’t forgotten the lack of consideration. Even if she also knew mum and dad would’ve already known how expensive it would be and so forth, this ickle brunette was more focused on the slight to herself. She might not have asked for special treatment, but she fully thought she deserved it. And the wand man had even made her wait for last. She’d returned his smile with an impassive expression, hoping he knew what he’d done. Maybe the fact he’d admitted she was by no means least (and she wasn’t, Phoebe had been the littlest triplet when they’d been born) had helped ease her frustration the tiniest bit, but she still hadn’t budged an inch on the smile thing when she’d taken the offered wand. There’d need to be more before he’d get a smile from her. Plus, she’d been tempted to say the wand wasn’t perfect for her one bit, just out of spite, except… it actually did feel perfect. It felt like hers, like it belonged in her hand, and she gave it an experimental wave. Because she wanted to, not because he’d told her to, and the slightest of grins appeared as a tiny flame flickered out of the tip of the wand. It reminded her of her goal to learn fire dancing, which meant it knew her. This wand understood her. Okay, maybe wand man wasn’t all bad. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥