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Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox B. Buchanan Gryffindor Seventh Year | Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ ❄ Showtunes > Everything ❄ ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll Quote:
Originally Posted by Felixir "Thank you very much," Zeke replied. Yes, there weren't many who had congratulated him on that. In all fairness, there weren't many who asked, and his husband and children had already been keeping count of their Ollivander years alongside him.
With the second wand-trying underway, Zeke commenced his keeping an eye out for any early signs of a match... noting again how the girl aimed at his windows. Within a few moments, however, he couldn't take note of much at all, because suddenly... darkness. Or smokiness, to be a little more exact. Zeke coughed slightly, having inhaled some of the smoke in his surprise, and then drew his own wand. "Yes, and the wand likes you too, I see. Well, in a manner of speaking," Zeke added, because actually, he could no longer see anything. He gave his own wand a twirl, and all too soon it began hoovering up the worst of the smoke, giving them some more visibility so that they might finish this transaction a little easier. He did prefer to see what was going on, especially as money was yet to change hands. "Now then! Congratulations are in order, and I have a little information for you."
Information about the wand, naturally. And useful information it would be. "Your new wand is eleven and a half inches of strong walnut, and the core is dragon heartstring. Swedish Short-Snout, to be precise. A very handsome wood, known for its unusual versatility and adaptability. It tends to match with highly intelligent over-achievers." Did Zeke suspect that that applied to this customer? Hard to say in only a short meeting, but he did tend to trust the wands' judgement. "Good for cleansing and purification spells, and for reversal magic, known to amplify focus and intent, and will perform any task its owner desires, if the wielder is brilliant enough." Which, well, could be disastrous depending on the characteristics of the owner, but the wands would choose who they wanted to choose. "Dragon heartstring cores have a lot of oomph and raw power, and lend themselves to quick mastery of new spells. A very versatile core, much like the wood. You'll find that powerful spells, the ones which require a bit of oomph, will come easier than subtle, delicate spellwork, so more intricate spells may be more difficult. I'm happy to report also that dragon heartstring wands bond closely to their owners."
And that, as they said, was that. Plenty to be getting on with. "The wand by itself will be 10 galleons, and we also have a range of other products and services that might interest you today."
_________ [11˝ inch strong walnut w/ dragon heartstring [Swedish Short-Snout]] Sydney would have loved to see the look on everyone's faces, but the smoke prevented her from doing so. Instead she listened for a reaction, noting the wandmaker's slight cough.
The more she heard about her new wand, the more she liked it. Highly intelligent over-achiever? That sounded quite a bit like her. She had no doubt she would be brilliant enough to make the wand perform any spell she wanted… once she actually learned some spells. The core was interesting too! She liked the idea of powerful spells and the wand bonding closely to her. She wouldn't want someone to be able to take her wand easily!
As she processed the information the Wanamaker gave her, her thoughts turned to the dragon that provided her wand core. ”Was the Swedish Shortsnout still alive when its heartstring was harvested?” she asked. Probably not, she guessed, though it was interesting to think about.
Sydney's eyes darted about the shop, taking in the array of products. She considered buying a bundle, but leather holsters seemed a bit boring. She wanted something more distinctive, like a dragonhide holster. Maybe a Swedish Shortsnout, to match her wand core? Or- ooh, an alligator holster! That was probably the closest she'd find to a swamp monster. ”I'd like some wand polish, conditioning oil, and an alligator hip holster, please,” she replied.
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led  If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |