| Grindylow
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Juno Snakebark
Gryffindor Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
JT Forsfelle
Slytherin Seventh Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Ariadne Rose
Hufflepuff Seventh Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Mirabelle Draguar
Ravenclaw Third Year
Ministry Department Head:
Violet Fawley
Ecological Protection  x3
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie 
Victor watched with a soft smile, hands clasped behind his back, though something in his posture had gone still. He felt it the moment the magic took — warmth rising through the girl's hand into the wand — and his dark chocolate eyes lit with quiet delight. When the roses burst forth, rich and red, curling and climbing into a living bush at her feet, a quiet breath left him. For just a flicker of a second, something more tender crossed his face... an echo of another garden, another pair of hands, pink roses laughing in the sun. "Ah… claro," he murmured warmly and something almost wistful.
That was the difference. "I thought the two of you might get on rather well."
His gaze lingered on the rosebush a moment longer before returning to her, something quietly satisfied settling into his expression.
"And you may continue to call me Mr. Wandman, if you like," he added, the faintest curl of amusement at the corner of his mouth. "Though Victor will also suffice."
He stepped closer, not to reclaim the wand, but to reach toward one of the blooms themselves. His fingers steadied one of the roses, brushing over the petals with a gentleness recalling another bouquet of roses entirely, lighter in hue, softer in sentiment that currently sat in a vase on the counter.
"Alder," he continued, voice easing back into its quiet cadence. "11¾ springy alder with clabbert horn. A wand that chooses kind hands.” His eyes lifted back to the girl. "Alder favors those who are considerate, steady, and quietly capable. It is particularly well suited to protective magic… and to those who look after others, even when they are unsure of themselves." He paused a moment, his hand retreating to his pocket. "And this core Clabbert horn is rather rare. It has a natural affinity for growth. Plants, certainly…" He gestured towards the rosebush. "...but also in magic that nurtures, restores, and protects."
Victor straightened then, folding his hands lightly before him once more.
"Your wand will, of course, come with the standard cardboard box," he nodded, "and you may choose a holster — wrist, ankle, or hip, whichever suits your habits best." His gaze softened just a fraction. "Will you be needing anything further today? Polish, perhaps… or something to ensure its proper care?"
[11¾ springy alder with clabbert horn] "It's nice to meet you Mr Victor, I'm Tiana." She introduced herself with a soft smile. She had manners after all. Momentarily she turned to Tyler to and nodded smile widening. "Yes, mum would love it if we gave her flowers." Turning back, she watched as Mr Victor touched one of the roses gently with his fingers, and she asked thoughtfully. "Do you want to keep the rosebush Mr Victor? If I can just get a handful of roses to give to my mum then you can have the rest." It did seem like Mr wandman was also a man with an affinity for flowers, and not just wands.
When Victor began telling her about her wand Tiana stilled and attentively listened, and took in the words. Almost immediatly though she interrupted him with a question. "What's a clabbert? Is that like a big toad monkey?" To hear that the wand chose someone who is kind, considerate, quitley capable, protective magic, and likes plants. It seemed to see her it felt like, scary.
"Thank you for the wand. Can I please get a wrist holster,and some wand polish?" Anything else she could buy at a later time when she had learned to use her new wand a bit, and felt accustomed to it.
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