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Harron Peasley · 08-15-2023, 11:37 AM

Text Cut: ooh look twin wand time ♡

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Originally Posted by Daemon

It's important to Brayla that everyone knows her hills weren't stupid at all, actually. They were great hills, with the best views and excellent picnic spots. Billie doesn't know what she's talking about. Anyway.

Despite her best efforts, Brayla was genuinely excited to be here. She was not excited about Hogwarts (really, not at all), because she simply had too much to do. Her calendar was packed, everything was going to be super ruined if she went off to boarding school for the next seven years. What about her ballet classes?? Her swimming tournaments?? Surely, SURELY, she wasn't expected to just not visit her beloved abraxans for a whole year. It was distressing. It was awful. She obviously wanted to see what Hogwarts was all about but was the price really worth it?? She didn't think so.

But getting her wand, this part she was excited about. She shuffled in behind Billie (after a final wave to mum n' dad, bye bye) with an "I'm right here Bill," and a tired, instinctive eye roll. Bray blinked slowly and took in the shop, a hand on her sister's elbow. Quaint, because it's Diagon Alley and everything is quaint, but also warm and inviting. She liked the mess. Great mess. After stepping back to allow the tape to measure her sister without interruption (that flick to her fingers wholly unnecessary by the way, she'd have let go of Bill's arm if it had just given her a second!!!), Brayla stood obediently as the overeager measuring device measured the most absurd bits of her body. Her toes (nails painted sparkly periwinkle weren't they cute??) had nothing to do with her wand?? Weird. "Do you think this same tape measured dad's toes too?" Brayla asked, resisting the urge to kick it. Because that would be rude.

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Originally Posted by Felixir

[Unless Zeke was very much mistaken - and he might be, he could be mistaken sometimes... not about wands though, thank you very much - this young lady and the girl ~~glued to her hip~~ who had entered just behind her were twins. Made him think of his own girls, as this eventuality often did, and Zeke allowed himself a moment to wonder what they were up to (including a quick scan of the shop, as they could occasionally be found right here) before consulting with the measurements that flew his way.

After a couple of minutes - if that - Zeke emerged from the back shelves with wand boxes stacked in his hands. He didn't really think he'd need so many, but it was always good to plan ahead, in case a wand's reaction sent him down a completely new avenue.

So. This young lady first, though Zeke intended to get both wands fitted at more or less the same time. "Hello there," he greeted the one who had entered first, smiling broadly. "I have some wands for you to try." Or just the one. Sometimes it was just the one. Zeke took up the first wand, one of the more likely candidates, and offered the wand inside it to the girl. "Here you are; give this a wave, and tell me if it feels like the one." And perhaps they would see. It... it was likely that they would see.

... and, with the first wand tested by the first possibly-twin-possibly-sister, Zeke turned to the possibly-twin-possibly-sister who had accompanied here. Again, he smiled - and hopefully it was as warm and inviting as the rest of Diagon Alley.

"And for you as well," he said, choosing not to intrude and address their earlier comment about the measuring tape and the toes. Oh, Zeke knew the measuring tape predated him in terms of the shop by many years, but that was where his knowledge of the matter stopped. Also, it wasn't a question directed at him. Anyway. Wand.

He plucked a box from the stack he'd brought over, double checked the label to ensure it was the one he'd eyed first, and opened it up to offered the wand inside of it to the girl. "Same again. Give this a wave, and tell me what you think."

It would have been easy to get lost in all the measurements and mixing up customers during this busy period - especially on the particularly busy days - but Zeke was perfectly at his ease. Oh, how his husband liked to mock him for the time he devoted to order and cleanliness - obsession was the word he used. Zeke didn't actually mind that, but all the same, those habits of his meant he could easily stay on top of things.

So he was still in that easy breezy mood (or at least, whatever his version of that was) when he checked the next lot of measurements with only a break break to take a single sip of coffee, and did his usual tour of the shelves for the most likely candidate.

"You next, my dear," he said now, setting the wand boxes down on the counter and sending an encouraging smile her way. Yes, yes, come on over. "I think we'll try this one first." Zeke took up a wand box and opened it up, presenting the wand inside to the young girl. "You know what to do? Give it a wave, and we'll see what happens. Tell me what you think, if it feels like the right one."

And they would go from there.

Sometimes, Brayla's hand on her elbow annoyed her. Like when she was trying to do something, and the clinginess was interfering. Most of the time, though, Billie liked it. It made her feel smug, like a leader. She was older by mere minutes, but little gestures like this reinforced that she was the elder, was the boss. So today she allowed it, though she couldn't help but smirk a little when the tape measure flicked at her sisters fingers. The ritual of it all was over too soon, though, and Billie pouted a little as she turned to watch the tape measure work with Bray, feeling (for once) like she wasn't the main character. At her question about Dad, Billie's nose wrinkled in disgust. "Gross, Bray. I hope not." Or that they'd at least cleaned it.

When the wand guy walked over, she beamed her brightest smile at him. "Given we're identical, what's the likelihood of our wands being similar?" she asked straight away, back straight as she surveyed the boxes in his hands. Of course, their personalities were distinct, but Billie liked to think they were similar enough. Their family could tell them apart, but it was fun to prank the teachers at school (or it had been, they should try it again once they got to Hogwarts!) and she was pretty sure Reuben had no idea who was who. But then again, Reuben wasn't exactly the quickest bludger in the crate.

As for the wands... Billie decided she would look at all of the others before she turned to the wand the wand guy was presenting to her. She squinted at the boxes, but given she knew next to nothing about the instruments it didn't tell her much, and so she ended up taking the wand from him sooner than she'd thought. When she did, it seemed to fit into her hand as if it were made for her, and she waved it without hesitation. Not a lot happened, but a stream of pink! sparks did fly from the end. And she couldn't let go of it - or, rather, she didn't want to. That feeling that it was made for her? This wand was part of her, she was sure.

"I'll take this one. Thank you."

08-15-2023, 11:37 AM	#110 (permalink)
Harron Peasley Mooncalf Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: The Losers Club Posts: 7,603 Hogwarts RPG Name: Gabriel Calderón Ravenclaw Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Tallulah Heavens Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Katrina Vitvinina-Grahn Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Rory Monroe Stemp Slytherin Second Year x3	Sarah thinks I'm cute \| Shan's safe space. Text Cut: ooh look twin wand time ♡ Quote: Originally Posted by Daemon It's important to Brayla that everyone knows her hills weren't stupid at all, actually. They were great hills, with the best views and excellent picnic spots. Billie doesn't know what she's talking about. Anyway. Despite her best efforts, Brayla was genuinely excited to be here. She was not excited about Hogwarts (really, not at all), because she simply had too much to do. Her calendar was packed, everything was going to be super ruined if she went off to boarding school for the next seven years. What about her ballet classes?? Her swimming tournaments?? Surely, SURELY, she wasn't expected to just not visit her beloved abraxans for a whole year. It was distressing. It was awful. She obviously wanted to see what Hogwarts was all about but was the price really worth it?? She didn't think so. But getting her wand, this part she was excited about. She shuffled in behind Billie (after a final wave to mum n' dad, bye bye) with an *"I'm right here* Bill," and a tired, instinctive eye roll. Bray blinked slowly and took in the shop, a hand on her sister's elbow. Quaint, because it's Diagon Alley and everything is quaint, but also warm and inviting. She liked the mess. Great mess. After stepping back to allow the tape to measure her sister without interruption (that flick to her fingers wholly unnecessary by the way, she'd have let go of Bill's arm if it had just given her a second!!!), Brayla stood obediently as the overeager measuring device measured the most absurd bits of her body. Her toes (nails painted sparkly periwinkle weren't they cute??) had nothing to do with her wand?? Weird. "Do you think this same tape measured dad's toes too?" Brayla asked, resisting the urge to kick it. Because that would be rude. Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir** [Unless Zeke was very much mistaken - and he might be, he could be mistaken sometimes... not about wands though, thank you very much - this young lady and the girl ~~glued to her hip~~ who had entered just behind her were twins. Made him think of his own girls, as this eventuality often did, and Zeke allowed himself a moment to wonder what they were up to (including a quick scan of the shop, as they could occasionally be found right here) before consulting with the measurements that flew his way. After a couple of minutes - if that - Zeke emerged from the back shelves with wand boxes stacked in his hands. He didn't really think he'd need so many, but it was always good to plan ahead, in case a wand's reaction sent him down a completely new avenue. So. This young lady first, though Zeke intended to get both wands fitted at more or less the same time. "Hello there," he greeted the one who had entered first, smiling broadly. "I have some wands for you to try." Or just the one. Sometimes it was just the one. Zeke took up the first wand, one of the more likely candidates, and offered the wand inside it to the girl. "Here you are; give this a wave, and tell me if it feels like the one." And perhaps they would see. It... it was likely that they would see. ... and, with the first wand tested by the first possibly-twin-possibly-sister, Zeke turned to the possibly-twin-possibly-sister who had accompanied here. Again, he smiled - and hopefully it was as warm and inviting as the rest of Diagon Alley. "And for you as well," he said, choosing not to intrude and address their earlier comment about the measuring tape and the toes. Oh, Zeke knew the measuring tape predated him in terms of the shop by many years, but that was where his knowledge of the matter stopped. Also, it wasn't a question directed at him. Anyway. Wand. He plucked a box from the stack he'd brought over, double checked the label to ensure it was the one he'd eyed first, and opened it up to offered the wand inside of it to the girl. "Same again. Give this a wave, and tell me what you think." It would have been easy to get lost in all the measurements and mixing up customers during this busy period - especially on the particularly busy days - but Zeke was perfectly at his ease. Oh, how his husband liked to mock him for the time he devoted to order and cleanliness - obsession was the word he used. Zeke didn't actually mind that, but all the same, those habits of his meant he could easily stay on top of things. So he was still in that easy breezy mood (or at least, whatever his version of that was) when he checked the next lot of measurements with only a break break to take a single sip of coffee, and did his usual tour of the shelves for the most likely candidate. "You next, my dear," he said now, setting the wand boxes down on the counter and sending an encouraging smile her way. Yes, yes, come on over. "I think we'll try this one first." Zeke took up a wand box and opened it up, presenting the wand inside to the young girl. "You know what to do? Give it a wave, and we'll see what happens. Tell me what you think, if it feels like the right one." And they would go from there. Sometimes, Brayla's hand on her elbow annoyed her. Like when she was trying to do something, and the clinginess was interfering. Most of the time, though, Billie liked it. It made her feel smug, like a leader. She was older by mere minutes, but little gestures like this reinforced that she was the elder, was the boss. So today she allowed it, though she couldn't help but smirk a little when the tape measure flicked at her sisters fingers. The ritual of it all was over too soon, though, and Billie pouted a little as she turned to watch the tape measure work with Bray, feeling (for once) like she wasn't the main character. At her question about Dad, Billie's nose wrinkled in disgust. "Gross, Bray. I hope not." Or that they'd at least cleaned it. When the wand guy walked over, she beamed her brightest smile at him. "Given we're identical, what's the likelihood of our wands being similar?" she asked straight away, back straight as she surveyed the boxes in his hands. Of course, their personalities were distinct, but Billie liked to think they were similar enough. Their family could tell them apart, but it was fun to prank the teachers at school (or it had been, they should try it again once they got to Hogwarts!) and she was pretty sure Reuben had no idea who was who. But then again, Reuben wasn't exactly the quickest bludger in the crate. As for the wands... Billie decided she would look at all of the others before she turned to the wand the wand guy was presenting to her. She squinted at the boxes, but given she knew next to nothing about the instruments it didn't tell her much, and so she ended up taking the wand from him sooner than she'd thought. When she did, it seemed to fit into her hand as if it were made for her, and she waved it without hesitation. Not a lot happened, but a stream of pink! sparks did fly from the end. And she couldn't let go of it - or, rather, she didn't want to. That feeling that it was made for her? This wand was part of her, she was sure. "I'll take this one. Thank you." __________________ ⇀ Standing now, calling all the people here to see the show_____________________________ Calling for my demons now to let me go ↽