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Waddles · 08-16-2023, 02:17 AM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Zeke would surely clutch his pearls to hear anyone call his organisation system chaotic, though he was aware it could seem exactly that way to the untrained eye. But a system, there was. Zeke was a man of systems.

He also could not read minds or hear unspoken thoughts, and so would continue being none the wiser. Having consulted the last set of measurements, Zeke had traversed the shelves on the shop floor, going up a ladder or two to find what he was looking for, and now finally stopped to call this young man forward.

"Your turn, my good sir. Let's see if we can't find you a wand." With that, and a smile, he took up one of the most likely candidates and removed the lid from the box, holding it out to present the wand inside it to the boy. "You'll need to take the wand and give it a wave, and we'll see how it responds. If it feels right - or wrong - just let me know."

Both eyes opened as the shopkeeper called him forward and handed him a wand. A wand. Kenneth took it gingerly from the man, staring bug-eyed at the instrument, then at the man. He was supposed to just....wave it? This thing that supposedly channeled everyone's magic and made things happen? He wasn't trained for this, who knew what would happen if he just....

Kenneth took a deep breath and gave the wand a spirited wave, left to right, a rather uncoordinated motion that would have hit the wandmaker if he stood any closer.

It. Felt. Amaaaazzzzzzzing.

Kenneth felt like he'd drank a big gulp of fizzy water and that it was bubbling out of his ears. Like he'd been covered in mud and suddenly was sparkling clean. His hair felt lifted off the nape of his neck in that way he always wanted but could never achieve, even when he'd just had his hair cut. He felt simultaneously like a weight had been lifted and that someone had draped a comforting blanket over his shoulders. He looked back at his uncle, wondering if he looked different too, but his uncle just looked bored.

Clinging tightly to the wand, this one, the one he hoped he'd get to keep, Kenneth gave the shopkeeper a toothy smile and a thumbs up. "It's right," he said, his voice small but confident.

08-16-2023, 02:17 AM	#118 (permalink)
Waddles Re'em Join Date: Aug 2005 Posts: 19,594 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sophia Svensson #556B2F Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Eulalia Walles (#F48037) Hufflepuff Fourth Year	Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE! Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Zeke would surely clutch his pearls to hear anyone call his organisation system chaotic, though he was aware it could seem exactly that way to the untrained eye. But a system, there was. Zeke was a man of systems. He also could not read minds or hear unspoken thoughts, and so would continue being none the wiser. Having consulted the last set of measurements, Zeke had traversed the shelves on the shop floor, going up a ladder or two to find what he was looking for, and now finally stopped to call this young man forward. "Your turn, my good sir. Let's see if we can't find you a wand." With that, and a smile, he took up one of the most likely candidates and removed the lid from the box, holding it out to present the wand inside it to the boy. "You'll need to take the wand and give it a wave, and we'll see how it responds. If it feels right - or wrong - just let me know." Both eyes opened as the shopkeeper called him forward and handed him a wand. A wand. Kenneth took it gingerly from the man, staring bug-eyed at the instrument, then at the man. He was supposed to just....wave it? This thing that supposedly channeled everyone's magic and made things happen? He wasn't trained for this, who knew what would happen if he just.... Kenneth took a deep breath and gave the wand a spirited wave, left to right, a rather uncoordinated motion that would have hit the wandmaker if he stood any closer. It. Felt. Amaaaazzzzzzzing. Kenneth felt like he'd drank a big gulp of fizzy water and that it was bubbling out of his ears. Like he'd been covered in mud and suddenly was sparkling clean. His hair felt lifted off the nape of his neck in that way he always wanted but could never achieve, even when he'd just had his hair cut. He felt simultaneously like a weight had been lifted and that someone had draped a comforting blanket over his shoulders. He looked back at his uncle, wondering if he looked different too, but his uncle just looked bored. Clinging tightly to the wand, this one, the one he hoped he'd get to keep, Kenneth gave the shopkeeper a toothy smile and a thumbs up. "It's right," he said, his voice small but confident. __________________