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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Abraham Orlando Botros-Giordano
Gryffindor Third Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Aurelio Kolya Kaiser
Slytherin Seventh Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Alexei Dragomirov Petrov
Slytherin Fifth Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Typhon Ulysses Prince
Slytherin Seventh Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Achilles Alexander Zacharias
Ravenclaw Seventh Year  x12  x12
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SPOILER!!: thank u for noticing Quote:
Originally Posted by Daemon  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. Zeke did glance momentarily at the girl's guardian or chaperone (whatever the association), and sent a smile her way too, but still the majority of his attention was on the wand fitting. He made no comment on the situation with the first wand, taking it all in his stride. Not particularly difficult after a few years in the shop.
Unsurprisingly, the second wand confirmed what they were all thinking (sort of... well, what Zeke was thinking, at any rate). At first he was slightly concerned that it had done some real damage to the girl's hand, but the older woman did not seem too concerned, so he followed her lead.
"At least now we know. It's good to be thorough," he said, nodding his thanks to the woman and returning the wand to its box. "Well! There we have it, this wand has chosen you, so..." Zeke cleared his throat, clasped his hands together, and detailed the specifics of the wand.
"This wand is eleven inches and two thirds of supple vine, with a core of dragon heartstring. Peruvian Vipertooth, to be precise." There was a lot to be said for a vine wand, and those witches and wizards they chose to wield them. Zeke had to restrain himself from saying every single one of those things now. "These wands frequently choose those with a propensity to astound those around them. The nature of vine allows for a balance and clearness of purpose in casting magic, fitting for an ambitious or intelligent owner." Aaaand if that made little sense, never mind, because he had more practical information to impart. "As for the core, you can't beat dragon heartstring for raw power. It also lends itself to quick mastery of new spells, which is very helpful when starting out, and wands with these cores bond closely to their owners. Very versatile, but because of the power behind it, subtle and delicate spellwork is likely to be the more difficult to master."
And there they had it. Zeke moved across to his cash register, speaking as he went. "The wand by itself will be 12 galleons, unless there's anything else you might like today."
_________ [11⅔ inch supple vine with dragon heartstring [Peruvian Vipertooth]] SPOILER!!: Stefan Quote:
Originally Posted by Stefan Blinking in a bit of confusion, Yoji sprang to action and reached for the wary wand on the wall, carefully peeling it off the wall, which was still making a bit of an effort to get out of his grip, but it happened to relax as soon as he took it back to its proper box just beside the other unsuccessful matches.
Yoji wiped both of his hands on his shirt and stared at the next proposed wand. There was a feeling that it would take forever for him to find the perfect match, but at least he knew he was bound for one. It was a matter of finding the right fit, with the help of an exceptional wandmaker such as Zeke-san.
The tiny Japanese boy reached for the wand offered to him, but before he could even touch it, it seemed to have sensed him first because he could smell something sweet... something that was distinctly from home. And as he held it, it felt to him like it became one with his hand, gold tendrils came out of the handle and it swirled and enveloped his wand arm, literally bounding itself to him. Without much thinking, Yoji gave the wand a wave, and immediately, sakura blossoms rained down on them softly. "This... this is the one, Zeke-san." he said, tears welling up in his eyes, quickly wiping them away with the back of his hand. Well, now. Wasn't that just utterly charming? (Excuse the pun. It was an unfortunate occupational hazard, that word being so apt for some of these matches.)
Zeke beamed at the small boy. "Yes, I think you're right." He made no sign that he'd noticed those tears, given how quickly they were wiped away, but he did add a quiet, "Well done. You did wonderfully."
Better than praise, though, was the fact he had matched with a wand, and that the two seemed very much at home with each other. A big moment for anyone. When Zeke expanded on the details of the wand, he did so in as measured and steady a voice as he could muster, not wanting to overwhelm any more in what was already proving to be an emotional moment. But also not skimping on the details themselves.
"Now then, your wand is twelve and a half inches of sturdy acacia, with a phoenix feather core." For the record, that information came on a card inside the box too, so it wasn't a disaster if it was not committed to memory immediately. "Acacia often refuses to produce magic for anyone but their owner, and will withhold their full power from any but the most talented witches and wizards. As it's chosen you, it evidently senses your potential." Not that it was impossible for an acacia wand to choose someone who did not have that potential, just that he didn't hear about it all too much. "You're likely to show a great subtlety in your magic, and though it may take some time to master this wand, you will be able to produce very complex magic. Acacia wands are well-suited to personal protection, especially with the phoenix feather core. Difficult to tame, but powerful and versatile. Well-suited to Defence Against the Dark Arts, but capable of a great range of magic."
An interesting combination, if he did say so himself. A powerful, at times wilful, core, with a very subtle wood. Yet both wood and core were very particular regarding who they chose, and both took some time to master.
After another smile, and a pause to allow the information to sink in, Zeke went on, and gestured towards his cash register, towards which he started to move. "The wand is 12 galleons, and we have other products too, if you're interested."
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