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Daemon · 04-27-2023, 05:46 PM

Text Cut: so unbelievably rude

Ivy's stomach knotted as she glanced between the offered wand and the one she's holding tightly. Grandma was of no help, of course, and Ivy didn't even spare a thought to whatever was making her laugh at this moment. She always laughed at the wrong moments. Biting her lip, Ivy slowly - reluctantly - put the (her) wand back on the counter. "I'm just checking, I'll be back," Ivy whispered to it, and picked up the second wand with quick fingers.

For a moment, nothing happened at all and Ivy feared she'd cheated on her first wand for nothing. Then the wood began to grow warm under her palm, warm like the first. Ivy quietly waved it to see if perhaps this one would also do the lovely golden glitter but nothing came out from the tip this time, it just grew hotter and hotter until was suddenly too hot, much too hot and with a screech she dropped it. "OW, that HURT," she rubbed her palm as the wand clattered to the floor, undesired and instantly discarded.

"I want the first one, that one," Ivy grabbed it again, grateful that it remained cool to her touch. "I'm sorry I'm sorry don't be mad at me," she whispered to it as Grandma retrieved the fallen wand and put it back on the counter, muttering something about dramatics. Ivy went bright red, and looked at the wandmaker. "You were right sir," Ivy mumbled, inclining her head again.

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Daemon Antipodean Opaleye Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: making playlists Posts: 9,753 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aria Wallace Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Eleanor von Brandt Ravenclaw First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Declan Pascal Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Brayla Stemp Gryffindor Seventh Year x4 x2	PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main(): Text Cut: so unbelievably rude Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir The girl's question could have been any number of things, though Zeke might have had a good idea - or at least a few theories - had he not also been sidetracked by the magic the wand had produced for her. And so he beamed, at the gold mist, at the girl's awe, and he prepared to give his usual rundown of the wand's specifications and features, but trailed off before he even got started. "Hmm," he said, giving them both - the customer and the wand, that is; sorry Grandma - a thoughtful look. "I would say all signs point to this being a match. I feel confident it's chosen you." And yet, he also appreciated the flipside, the disappointment. It was a big moment, after all. The biggest moment (in his totally unbiased opinion). "Well, why don't you try this other wand too?" he said, opening up a second wand box so she could do just that. "In the name of being absolutely sure. You can see how it compares to the first." Thereby ensuring it was not a redundant practice. Ivy's stomach knotted as she glanced between the offered wand and the one she's holding tightly. Grandma was of no help, of course, and Ivy didn't even spare a thought to whatever was making her laugh at this moment. She always laughed at the wrong moments. Biting her lip, Ivy slowly - reluctantly - put the (her) wand back on the counter. "I'm just checking, I'll be back," Ivy whispered to it, and picked up the second wand with quick fingers. For a moment, nothing happened at all and Ivy feared she'd cheated on her first wand for nothing. Then the wood began to grow warm under her palm, warm like the first. Ivy quietly waved it to see if perhaps this one would also do the lovely golden glitter but nothing came out from the tip this time, it just grew hotter and hotter until was suddenly too hot, much too hot and with a screech she dropped it. "OW, that HURT," she rubbed her palm as the wand clattered to the floor, undesired and instantly discarded. "I want the first one, that one," Ivy grabbed it again, grateful that it remained cool to her touch. "I'm sorry I'm sorry don't be mad at me," she whispered to it as Grandma retrieved the fallen wand and put it back on the counter, muttering something about dramatics. Ivy went bright red, and looked at the wandmaker. "You were right sir," Ivy mumbled, inclining her head again. __________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________ but I don't have to write them in ink_____ _____________I could still change the end