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sweetpinkpixie · 12-30-2024, 05:24 AM

Text Cut: Sage is offended by the comparison no matter how accurate it may be!

Well pin a rose on your nose, Mr. Wandmaker. Maybe yourself and her dad could swap stories about their grey hairs over a cuppa or whatever. Dad might try his darndest to hide the fact that he was getting grey hairs these days but Calliope had seen the reservation slips and way mamma would caress his hair differently on some days!
Anyway, this brunette tried not to look too much as though she had just stepped in a pile of dragon dung as the wandmaker referred to her as 'boss'. "Respectfully, sir, if that were the case you wouldn't have had me try that wand in the first place ooooooooooor be pretending not to guilt tripping me now about trying to toss it," she pointed out with a heavy sigh since she KNEW what she ought to do. For the record, she had no intention of debating free will and choices now or ever...but did the wand have to be THAT color wood?

In spite of knowing in her gut what was true, Calliope accept this new clearly inferior wand, and balanced it on her palm for a few moments to humor her ego and prove the shopkeeper (and his kneazle dressed in wooden clothing) right. "...it feels...empty...a dud...inferior in every way but color and species of wood," she lamented, nearly tossing this second wand back at the man but (thankfully) catching herself at the last second and instead rolled it off the tips of her fingers back into the box. "I don't get why that wand picked me but...whatever. I guess I'll take it."

It wasn't like it was her galleon she was spending on it anyway.

"So...I'll take that first wand...and could you get this engraved on it as well?" she asked while pulling a slip of paper out of her pocket that contained a bit of drum notation. "It's a bit long so it may need to spiral around rather than a straight line along one side...actually...I'd prefer that style....and would it be possible to swap out a basic leather wrist holster for a Manticore one? Because yes to that but if you can't then it'll have to be a Manticore wrist holster and a wand polish."

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Text Cut: wandmaker, SIR!

Picketta doing every shade of chittering inside her messy bun was very VERY distraction and Bria was beginning to think that just maaaaaaaaaaybe she ought to have listened to papa's suggestion to not bring her and accept those extra chicken squishies for her pockets. The blonde's eyes rolled upward to try and catch a little glimpse of green limbs and whisper a plea for her to relax and that they would be out of here soon.

She wanted to ask how exactly it was helpful, but time was of the essence with the ornery bowtruckle and she would very much like to leave this place before Picketta became a bowtruckle bandit.

"Okay," she nodded with a pleasant hum to her voice as she accepted this third wand and immediately felt a similar tickling sensation that warmed the entirety of her hand before spreading up her arm and caressing both her cheeks. Taking a deep breath, Bria closed her eyes and the shop fell silent, even Picketta's chattering, as if someone had cast Quietus on its entirety. But then, the witch-to-be heard a soft melodic birdsong echoes through the establishment, faint and distant, but it begins to grow clearer and into a chorus of hoots and tweets. Her eyes flew open, the tip of the wand emitting a bold cherry red glow from which soft and plump snowy down began to fall and float from. Smiling, Bria looked to the wandmaker for confirmation and quickly found her eyes drawn to the window behind him and specifically the parliament that had gathered and were flapping their wings with the occasional hoot. Curious...she'd never seen owls behave in such a way before. Ollivander's must be expecting a plethora of post today!

"This is the one," she declared with a grin. "Mum told me to get a wrist holster as well, so one of those too, please. Oh, and...a bottle of Magical Resonance Protection Salve."

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Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Perhaps being a father, particularly of teenage girls who had already gone through that most prickly phase (though they were mostly perfectly delightful, in his totally unbiased opinion) helped to attune the ear to little ill-natured mutterings. Perhaps it was simply the fact that the girl was standing right in front of him, and had his undivided attention for this wand fitting. Either way, he caught that little grumpy muttering, and responded only with a good-natured smile. It was a big day after all. Emotions could run high. Bless. Zeke watched as the girl tried out the wand and... well, he shouldn't have been amused that the wand she was so opposed to was the one that immediately chose her. Evidently, at least. He didn't get any feedback as to how the wand felt, though the display itself seemed pretty obvious. "You're the boss," he said, taking the first wand back and setting it to one side. "Why don't we try..." Zeke scanned the shelves, reached up high, and scooted a box out from its fellows. He lifted the lid off and offered it to the girl. "... this one. Tell me how it feels; have a good think. I would hate for you to unintentionally cheat yourself out of a wand that seems so willing to join forces with you." Unintentionally. Yes. Of course. Well pin a rose on your nose, Mr. Wandmaker. Maybe yourself and her dad could swap stories about their grey hairs over a cuppa or whatever. Dad might try his darndest to hide the fact that he was getting grey hairs these days but Calliope had seen the reservation slips and way mamma would caress his hair differently on some days! Anyway, this brunette tried not to look too much as though she had just stepped in a pile of dragon dung as the wandmaker referred to her as 'boss'. "Respectfully, sir, if that were the case you wouldn't have had me try that wand in the first place ooooooooooor be pretending not to guilt tripping me now about trying to toss it," she pointed out with a heavy sigh since she KNEW what she ought to do. For the record, she had no intention of debating free will and choices now or ever...but did the wand have to be THAT color wood? In spite of knowing in her gut what was true, Calliope accept this new clearly inferior wand, and balanced it on her palm for a few moments to humor her ego and prove the shopkeeper (and his kneazle dressed in wooden clothing) right. "...it feels...empty...a dud...inferior in every way but color and species of wood," she lamented, nearly tossing this second wand back at the man but (thankfully) catching herself at the last second and instead rolled it off the tips of her fingers back into the box. "*I don't get why that* wand picked me but...whatever. I guess I'll take it." It wasn't like it was her galleon she was spending on it anyway. "So...I'll take that first wand...and could you get this engraved on it as well?*" she asked while pulling a slip of paper out of her pocket that contained a bit of drum notation. "It's a bit long so it may need to spiral around rather than a straight line along one side...actually...I'd prefer that style....and would it be possible to swap out a basic leather wrist holster for a Manticore one? Because yes to that but if you can't then it'll have to be a Manticore wrist holster and a wand polish." ―――――☼――――― Text Cut: wandmaker, SIR!* Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Zeke did not speak bowtruckle, but he could hazard a guess at some of the choice things this particular twig-like visitor might have been 'saying' at that moment. Just a hunch, you know. He smiled at the girl as the creature was recalled, more than a little relieved. "Thank you," he said. But! On with the wands. Zeke stood back, one hand folded over the wrist that still held the second wand box, and observed the proceedings. This one was far less exuberant than the first; a good sign that it stayed in the customer's hand long enough that she could actually test it out. Hmm... a little lacklustre, however. "I think so too," he said, holding out the wand box, replacing its lid, and setting that one aside too. "But this is very helpful." And so he didn't need to do much pausing and considering as he returned to the wands on the shelves; the reactions from the first two had been the necessary indicators that, along with the measurements, directed him towards this third candidate. Zeke strode over to doorway that led the back room, leaned just far enough inside to pluck a box from one of the shelves, and returned once more. "Now then," he said, quite cheerfully, as he opened up the third wand box and held it out towards the girl. "Let's see how how you fare with this one." Picketta doing every shade of chittering inside her messy bun was very VERY distraction and Bria was beginning to think that just maaaaaaaaaaybe she ought to have listened to papa's suggestion to not bring her and accept those extra chicken squishies for her pockets. The blonde's eyes rolled upward to try and catch a little glimpse of green limbs and whisper a plea for her to relax and that they would be out of here soon. She wanted to ask how exactly it was helpful, but time was of the essence with the ornery bowtruckle and she would very much like to leave this place before Picketta became a bowtruckle bandit. "Okay," she nodded with a pleasant hum to her voice as she accepted this third wand and immediately felt a similar tickling sensation that warmed the entirety of her hand before spreading up her arm and caressing both her cheeks. Taking a deep breath, Bria closed her eyes and the shop fell silent, even Picketta's chattering, as if someone had cast Quietus on its entirety. But then, the witch-to-be heard a soft melodic birdsong echoes through the establishment, faint and distant, but it begins to grow clearer and into a chorus of hoots and tweets. Her eyes flew open, the tip of the wand emitting a bold cherry red glow from which soft and plump snowy down began to fall and float from. Smiling, Bria looked to the wandmaker for confirmation and quickly found her eyes drawn to the window behind him and specifically the parliament that had gathered and were flapping their wings with the occasional hoot. Curious...she'd never seen owls behave in such a way before. Ollivander's must be expecting a plethora of post today! "This is the one," she declared with a grin. "Mum told me to get a wrist holster as well, so one of those too, please. Oh, and...a bottle of Magical Resonance Protection Salve." __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like