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sweetpinkpixie · 04-17-2026, 02:26 AM

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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

‘Enthusiastic’ was certainly one way to describe that tape. ‘Eager beaver’ was another, and Eloy meant this in the absolute best way. However, the slight obsession he possessed about the tape had now evaporated now that he had more pressing matters on his hands. Finding the right wand, that is.

His gaze narrowed at the offending wand that had just farted. “There was no need for this wand to scream its rejection of me,’’ Eloy said with a slight shake of his head. He looked up at the shopkeeper and squinted. “You know, it’s okay to laugh. I see you want to.” His own lips were twitching upwards. “Just picture the smell of rotten eggs and smelly socks accompanying that sound…” Everyone in the shop might have fainted from that not-at-all nectarous scent.

His wait for the next one was not a long one. At the same time, El found himself latching onto Victor’s every word, each of which provided some clarity to his own earlier remark about the first wand announcing its rejection. “I think I understand,’’ he replied slowly and thoughtfully. “I bet they’re over the moon when they find their perfect human.” Eloy knew that wands were sensitive; maybe not exactly in the ways of humans but they were that way still. ‘Intuitive’ might actually be a better word. So no, he was doing just right and didn’t hold any grudges.

El wiggled the fingers of his dominant hand. “Here we go… again!” Grinning, this wand was given an identical wave. He should have known that things would go smoothly since the second his fingers came in contact with it, a sense of warmth bloomed through his hands, enveloping his entire body and soul in a quick span of time.

Golden dust drizzled softly from somewhere above, though they vanished when they came in contact with an object or person.

“It’s like it’s raining in stardust.” Eloy was awestruck, his eyes clouded with wonder as he gazed towards the ceiling.

Yes. This wand was definitely made for him.

Victor did not laugh, but the edges of his smile softened, the corners of his lips curving just enough to reveal the slightest flash of pearly whites. There was something undeniably amusing about the way the kid described the wand's earlier... protest. The memory both ridiculous and oddly charming.

"I am trying not to encourage it," he said, a chuckle flicking through his words. "If it had been accompanied by scent... we would all be having a very different morning."

He let the humor linger in the air for just a moment, watching the boy’s face as it shifted from uncertainty to something lighter, more entertained. What truly caught Victor’s attention, though, was how the kid recovered—not a hint of frustration, no hint of embarrassment either. Just curiosity reshaping itself. Victor nodded slightly to himself, impressed.

As the second wand settled into the boy's hand, Victor stilled, every part of him quieting. He did not interrupt the wonder. Did not speak over the soft fall of golden dust or the quiet awe in his voice. Instead, he watched not just the magic itself, but the connection forming in real time. He stepped closer, his chest lifting.

"Spruce," he explained, voice low and thoughtful. "14½ inches. Jarvey tooth core." He paused for a moment, his gaze flicking from wand to boy. "It is not… an easy wand," he went on. "It prefers a steady hand. One that knows what it wants, even when it hasn't quite decided how to get there. It will argue with you, on occasion. Not literally with words, but with the spells you want to perform and what ones it thinks you ought to perform... so you'll need a firm hand as well." His lips twitched slightly. "And it is rather fond of doing things with a bit of flair. You may find it takes a bit longer to master counter-curses, whereas its counterparts...may come with ease."

Victor's gaze softened, the ghost of that earlier fondness returning, and his thoughts flicked briefly to .the adults and mentors in this child's life. Sincerest apologies should this boy develop a particular fondness towards jinxes and hexes ― Ollivanders could not be held responsible.

"But," Victor said more softly, "it does not choose lightly. When it finds the right person, it is loyal — fiercely and ardently so ― and responds well to humor." His warm brown gaze settled more fully on the boy.

"Congratulations," he applauded, a sincere warmth rising in his chest. "Will that just be the wand for today? Or do you need a wand holster or other care items?"

[14½ brittle spruce with jarvey tooth]

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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

Saina wanted to dissolve in tears. Not for the first time - and certainly not for the last - she found herself resenting her sensitive feelings. Firstly, it had made an appearance due to her immediate thoughts of being an inconvenience, and secondly, because of the fact that the shopkeeper was checking to ensure she had not been injured. Such kindness did not go unnoticed.

She managed a watery smile. “I imagine you’ve seen worse.’’ Thankfully she had not added to any woe of his, though it was crystal he would have been understanding still. “I’m okay. Phalanges are all intact,’’ Sai remarked, now that her vision was returning to its rightful state; her cheeks were bright red, however. This was due to embarrassment. “Thank you for asking.” Did everyone know how lucky they were to have this patient man seeing to their wand needs?

His next words elicited a short giggle from her. “Clearly. I hope it finds their rightful owner soon.” It must be quite lonely for wands to sit on shelves while they awaited someone, even if surrounded by hundreds, if not thousands, of other wands.

For the next wand, Sai was cautious. So. Very. Cautious.

A deep breath was taken to steady herself; only then was the wand lifted out of the box. There was an instant reminder of paintbrushes. Being an artist, it meant that she liked her brushes to fit snuggly in her hand while at the same time, they were able to get the job done to perfection. This was how it felt with the wand: that it would get any spellwork done for her. At the latter end of the wave, a bright blue heart appeared over her head for a few seconds. It then dispersed into blue glitter which showered down, possibly catching the shopkeeper too. And just when she was thinking that it would take forever to get the glitter out of her hair, it all vanished. Poof! Like nothing had happened.

“Looks like we have a winner,’’ Sai said softly.

"I certainly have," he he mused. "Though I find that each first attempt holds its own value."

It wasn't just the magical response he noticed, of course, but also the amount of conscious effort it took for her to steady herself. The way she carried herself and how that quiet resolve found its own rhythm ― while also wishing the wand well, that part was particularly darling.

And then it came.

The subtle bloom of magic, of course — but also something more. The way her posture relaxed, the guarded uncertainty fading into something more assured. Victor saw it immediately. The magic might have been delicate, but the change in her was much stronger.

As the last glittering traces of blue faded, adding a pleasant shimmer to his dark hair, he took a small step forward with a proper grin in place now. "Without a doubt." Victor ran a hand through his hair, his palm now lightly dusted in blue shimmer. "11¾ sturdy walnut with unicorn hair. A very adaptable wand. A wand that tends to favor those who think and feel in equal measure... creativity with intention." A small pause followed, just long enough for the weight of his words to settle. Then he added, "Unicorn hair cores are steady things. They respond well to care, to patience, and to people who don't force magical performance. And in return, they are remarkably loyal."

There was a softness in his gaze now, something like a quiet pride, though not for the wand itself, but for her. "It will do very well in your hands." He allowed for another quiet moment of her with her new wand before continuing. "And speaking of care... will you be needing anything else for your new companion today?"

[11¾ sturdy walnut with unicorn hair]

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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch

Whilst waiting for her time with the wandmaker Tiana kept an eye on her twin. and called over reassuringly. "Your hair is fine bro." How Ty could be more worried about his hair than she was with her hair, was a mystery.

Ty got try his first wand out, and Tiana watched him flick it from afar and heard the following BOOM and saw smoke which caused her to cry out in exasperation, and worry. "Ty, are you all right?"

Tiana would have run over to her twin if the wandmaker hadn't chosen that exact time to turn his attention to her, and offering her a green handkerchief smelling of fresh leaves. "Thank you Sir," Tiana murmured gratefully before using the handkerchief to blow, and dry her nose. "Does sir tape always measure everyones nostrils?"

Minutes later the wandman came to her with her first wand to try out. Accepting it with slightly trembling fingers Tiana took a steadying breath before giving the wand a flick with her hand which caused a shower of water to sprout out from the wand tip. Suddenly standing in a small pool of water Tiana blushed up at the wandman "I'm so sorry, I really didn't think of water...I promise."

Victor was already moving the moment the water sprang forth ― reflexes earned through an infant with a strong dislike for sweet corn puree. His wand flicked once and the pooling water vanished like a fleeting thought. A second, gentler wave of his hand followed, and the dampness at her shoes disappeared beneath the warmth his charmwork.

"There we go," he smiled. His gaze softened as it shifted back to her from her shoes. "You are quite all right. There is very little one can do to anticipate how a wand will respond the first time it is held."

His eyes flicked to the floor and he gave a slight tilt of his head, considering it with a quiet thoughtfulness. before he turned to the shelves and began new deliberations. "If a wand leans too strongly in one elemental direction," Victor explained, selecting another box, his fingers brushing over the edge before lifting it gently. "It is often wise to offer its opposite."

He opened the box, revealing the next wand. It wasn’t about fixing what had gone wrong, but about giving her another opportunity to find what was right.

"Try again," Victor said, softer still, his tone full of quiet confidence. "No apologies required this time."

Quote:

Originally Posted by Charely Potter

Inspection reasons. "Riiiight, inspect reasons. Got to keep it safe." Cue the exaggerated wink of understanding. It was now Tyler's turn to hide his smile at the thought of the grown man having wheeeeeeeeee-l good time. "Secret's safe with me."

Okay, yeah, that was alot. Ty wiped his eyes from the residue of black soot left. "I'm okay, Tiana." He said unworried. Since, that would've been quite an end to him, and a first, 11-year old soon-to-be-wizard, died by first attempt with wand. But it didn't happen, thankfully. "I bet this one will do it!"

Taking the wand, he felt more sure of himself. Instead of aiming at the furniture, he gave it a look over before he thought back to the assessment tests done at their primary school. Where they got to figure out if they were magical or not. Something like that happened with him again, the soft-electric surge through his arms. Closing his eyes, the warmth increased as a ray of light emitted from the wand.

"Whoa, now that was... something, right?" Looking back up. Miracously, the soot was erased from his face and hands from the previous failed attempt. But that was when he also noticed Tiana give her try at the wand...

Victor winked and then stood quietly of to the side as the boy took the next wand. It was there again, that familiar current, but it was steadier now, more directed. Victor could feel the difference in the air, the subtle tension of something finally aligning ― and then light bloomed forth from the wand, like the sun cresting the horizon.

"¡Viva!” Victor cheered. "13½ pliant elder with dragon heartstring from a Peruvian Vipertooth. It is not a wand that tolerates hesitation... nor does it lend itself to being ignored." With a small gesture, Victor gestured towards the area where the soot had vanished. "Elder wands are powerful," he continued, "They expect to be held by someone who can meet them in that. Strength, certainly — but also presence. A kind of certainty in oneself."

Which was a lot to put on someone so young, truly, but what a blessing it was to have a wand that would push you so much.

"Your dragon heartstring core...amplifies all that. It will make your wand one that has the potential to answer quickly, strongly"

Victor settled comfortably on his heels, hands clasped loosely behind his back, and his gaze softened as he smiled down at the boy.

"Will that be all for today?" he asked. "Or are there any accessories or holsters you'd also like to purchase?"

[13½ pliant elder with dragon heartstring (Peruvian Vipertooth)]

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sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,468 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 ‘Enthusiastic’ was certainly one way to describe that tape. ‘Eager beaver’ was another, and Eloy meant this in the absolute best way. However, the slight obsession he possessed about the tape had now evaporated now that he had more pressing matters on his hands. Finding the right wand, that is. His gaze narrowed at the offending wand that had just farted. “There was no need for this wand to scream its rejection of me,’’ Eloy said with a slight shake of his head. He looked up at the shopkeeper and squinted. “You know, it’s okay to laugh. I see you want to.” His own lips were twitching upwards. “Just picture the smell of rotten eggs and smelly socks accompanying that sound…” Everyone in the shop might have fainted from that not-at-all nectarous scent. His wait for the next one was not a long one. At the same time, El found himself latching onto Victor’s every word, each of which provided some clarity to his own earlier remark about the first wand announcing its rejection. “I think I understand,’’ he replied slowly and thoughtfully. “I bet they’re over the moon when they find their perfect human.” Eloy knew that wands were sensitive; maybe not exactly in the ways of humans but they were that way still. ‘Intuitive’ might actually be a better word. So no, he was doing just right and didn’t hold any grudges. El wiggled the fingers of his dominant hand. “Here we go… again!” Grinning, this wand was given an identical wave. He should have known that things would go smoothly since the second his fingers came in contact with it, a sense of warmth bloomed through his hands, enveloping his entire body and soul in a quick span of time. Golden dust drizzled softly from somewhere above, though they vanished when they came in contact with an object or person. “It’s like it’s raining in stardust.” Eloy was awestruck, his eyes clouded with wonder as he gazed towards the ceiling. Yes. This wand was definitely made for him. Victor did not laugh, but the edges of his smile softened, the corners of his lips curving just enough to reveal the slightest flash of pearly whites. There was something undeniably amusing about the way the kid described the wand's earlier... protest. The memory both ridiculous and oddly charming. "I am trying not to encourage it," he said, a chuckle flicking through his words. "*If it had been accompanied by scent... we would all be having a very* different morning." He let the humor linger in the air for just a moment, watching the boy’s face as it shifted from uncertainty to something lighter, more entertained. What truly caught Victor’s attention, though, was how the kid recovered—not a hint of frustration, no hint of embarrassment either. Just curiosity reshaping itself. Victor nodded slightly to himself, impressed. As the second wand settled into the boy's hand, Victor stilled, every part of him quieting. He did not interrupt the wonder. Did not speak over the soft fall of golden dust or the quiet awe in his voice. Instead, he watched not just the magic itself, but the connection forming in real time. He stepped closer, his chest lifting. "Spruce," he explained, voice low and thoughtful. "14½ inches. Jarvey tooth core." He paused for a moment, his gaze flicking from wand to boy. "It is not… an easy wand," he went on. "It prefers a steady hand. One that knows what it wants, even when it hasn't quite decided how to get there. It will argue with you, on occasion. Not literally with words, but with the spells you want to perform and what ones it thinks you ought to perform... so you'll need a firm hand as well." His lips twitched slightly. "And it is rather fond of doing things with a bit of flair. You may find it takes a bit longer to master counter-curses, whereas its counterparts...may come with ease." Victor's gaze softened, the ghost of that earlier fondness returning, and his thoughts flicked briefly to .the adults and mentors in this child's life. Sincerest apologies should this boy develop a particular fondness towards jinxes and hexes ― Ollivanders could not be held responsible. "But," Victor said more softly, "it does not choose lightly. When it finds the right person, it is loyal — fiercely and ardently so ― and responds well to humor." His warm brown gaze settled more fully on the boy. "Congratulations," he applauded, a sincere warmth rising in his chest. "Will that just be the wand for today? Or do you need a wand holster or other care items?" [14½ brittle spruce with jarvey tooth] Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 Saina wanted to dissolve in tears. Not for the first time - and certainly not for the last - she found herself resenting her sensitive feelings. Firstly, it had made an appearance due to her immediate thoughts of being an inconvenience, and secondly, because of the fact that the shopkeeper was checking to ensure she had not been injured. Such kindness did not go unnoticed. She managed a watery smile. “I imagine you’ve seen worse.’’ Thankfully she had not added to any woe of his, though it was crystal he would have been understanding still. “I’m okay. Phalanges are all intact,’’ Sai remarked, now that her vision was returning to its rightful state; her cheeks were bright red, however. This was due to embarrassment. “Thank you for asking.” Did everyone know how lucky they were to have this patient man seeing to their wand needs? His next words elicited a short giggle from her. “Clearly. I hope it finds their rightful owner soon.”** It must be quite lonely for wands to sit on shelves while they awaited someone, even if surrounded by hundreds, if not thousands, of other wands. For the next wand, Sai was cautious. So. Very. Cautious. A deep breath was taken to steady herself; only then was the wand lifted out of the box. There was an instant reminder of paintbrushes. Being an artist, it meant that she liked her brushes to fit snuggly in her hand while at the same time, they were able to get the job done to perfection. This was how it felt with the wand: that it would get any spellwork done for her. At the latter end of the wave, a bright blue heart appeared over her head for a few seconds. It then dispersed into blue glitter which showered down, possibly catching the shopkeeper too. And just when she was thinking that it would take forever to get the glitter out of her hair, it all vanished. Poof! Like nothing had happened. “Looks like we have a winner,’’ Sai said softly. "I certainly have," he he mused. "Though I find that each first attempt holds its own value." It wasn't just the magical response he noticed, of course, but also the amount of conscious effort it took for her to steady herself. The way she carried herself and how that quiet resolve found its own rhythm ― while also wishing the wand well, that part was particularly darling. And then it came. The subtle bloom of magic, of course — but also something more. The way her posture relaxed, the guarded uncertainty fading into something more assured. Victor saw it immediately. The magic might have been delicate, but the change in her was much stronger. As the last glittering traces of blue faded, adding a pleasant shimmer to his dark hair, he took a small step forward with a proper grin in place now. "Without a doubt." Victor ran a hand through his hair, his palm now lightly dusted in blue shimmer. "*11¾ sturdy walnut with unicorn hair. A very adaptable wand. A wand that tends to favor those who think and feel in equal* measure... creativity with intention." A small pause followed, just long enough for the weight of his words to settle. Then he added, "Unicorn hair cores are steady things. They respond well to care, to patience, and to people who don't force magical performance. And in return, they are remarkably loyal." There was a softness in his gaze now, something like a quiet pride, though not for the wand itself, but for her. "It will do very well in your hands." He allowed for another quiet moment of her with her new wand before continuing. "And speaking of care... will you be needing anything else for your new companion today?" [11¾ sturdy walnut with unicorn hair] Quote: Originally Posted by Nordic Witch Whilst waiting for her time with the wandmaker Tiana kept an eye on her twin. and called over reassuringly. "Your hair is fine bro." How Ty could be more worried about his hair than she was with her hair, was a mystery. Ty got try his first wand out, and Tiana watched him flick it from afar and heard the following BOOM and saw smoke which caused her to cry out in exasperation, and worry. "Ty, are you all right?" Tiana would have run over to her twin if the wandmaker hadn't chosen that exact time to turn his attention to her, and offering her a green handkerchief smelling of fresh leaves. "Thank you Sir," Tiana murmured gratefully before using the handkerchief to blow, and dry her nose. "Does sir tape always measure everyones nostrils?" Minutes later the wandman came to her with her first wand to try out. Accepting it with slightly trembling fingers Tiana took a steadying breath before giving the wand a flick with her hand which caused a shower of water to sprout out from the wand tip. Suddenly standing in a small pool of water Tiana blushed up at the wandman "I'm so sorry, I really didn't think of water...I promise." Victor was already moving the moment the water sprang forth ― reflexes earned through an infant with a strong dislike for sweet corn puree. His wand flicked once and the pooling water vanished like a fleeting thought. A second, gentler wave of his hand followed, and the dampness at her shoes disappeared beneath the warmth his charmwork. "There we go," he smiled. His gaze softened as it shifted back to her from her shoes. "You are quite all right. There is very little one can do to anticipate how a wand will respond the first time it is held." His eyes flicked to the floor and he gave a slight tilt of his head, considering it with a quiet thoughtfulness. before he turned to the shelves and began new deliberations. "If a wand leans too strongly in one elemental direction," Victor explained, selecting another box, his fingers brushing over the edge before lifting it gently. "It is often wise to offer its opposite." He opened the box, revealing the next wand. It wasn’t about fixing what had gone wrong, but about giving her another opportunity to find what was right. "Try again," Victor said, softer still, his tone full of quiet confidence. "No apologies required this time." Quote: Originally Posted by Charely Potter Inspection reasons. "Riiiight, inspect reasons. Got to keep it safe.*" Cue the exaggerated wink of understanding. It was now Tyler's turn to hide his smile at the thought of the grown man having wheeeeeeeeee-l good time. "Secret's safe with me." Okay, yeah, that was alot. Ty wiped his eyes from the residue of black soot left. "I'm okay, Tiana." He said unworried. Since, that would've been quite an end to him, and a first, 11-year old soon-to-be-wizard, died by first attempt with wand. But it didn't happen, thankfully. "I bet this one will do it!" Taking the wand, he felt more sure of himself. Instead of aiming at the furniture, he gave it a look over before he thought back to the assessment tests done at their primary school. Where they got to figure out if they were magical or not. Something like that happened with him again, the soft-electric surge through his arms. Closing his eyes, the warmth increased as a ray of light emitted from the wand. "Whoa, now that was... something, right?" Looking back up. Miracously, the soot was erased from his face and hands from the previous failed attempt. But that was when he also noticed Tiana give her try at the wand... Victor winked and then stood quietly of to the side as the boy took the next wand. It was there again, that familiar current, but it was steadier now, more directed. Victor could feel the difference in the air, the subtle tension of something finally aligning ― and then light bloomed forth from the wand, like the sun cresting the horizon. "¡Viva!” Victor cheered. "13½ pliant elder with dragon heartstring from a Peruvian Vipertooth. It is not a wand that tolerates hesitation... nor does it lend itself to being ignored." With a small gesture, Victor gestured towards the area where the soot had vanished. "Elder wands are powerful," he continued, "They expect to be held by someone who can meet them in that. Strength, certainly — but also presence. A kind of certainty in oneself." Which was a lot to put on someone so young, truly, but what a blessing it was to have a wand that would push you so much. "Your dragon heartstring core...amplifies all that. It will make your wand one that has the potential to answer quickly, strongly" Victor settled comfortably on his heels, hands clasped loosely behind his back, and his gaze softened as he smiled down at the boy. "Will that be all for today?" he asked. "Or are there any accessories or holsters you'd also like to purchase?*" [13½ pliant elder with dragon heartstring (Peruvian Vipertooth)] __________________ 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