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sweetpinkpixie · 04-21-2026, 03:00 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Nordic Witch

"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.

Victor inclined his head at her introduction, a small, practiced courtesy that carried the quiet weight of old classrooms and long years spent coaxing nervous students into confidence."A pleasure, Tiana."

He smiled gently at the way she offered the roses so readily, without hesitation or attachment to the whole. "That is kind of you," he praised, his smile warming further. "You may take what you wish for your mother. The rest…" he paused for a breath, gaze drifting briefly to the blooms as if measuring their borrowed life, "…may remain. The shop does not often object to a bit of life while it lasts."

She was, after all, a young witch and long-term conjurations something that would come with more practice and fortifying her bond with her wand. Though he suspected they would remain for at least the rest of the afternoon.

"That is quite the precise guess for someone not sure what a clabbert is," Victor said, one brow lifting just slightly, the hint of a smile threading through the beginnings of his beard.. "A clabbert is a small magical creature that resembles something that is part monkey, part amphibian." Victor tilted his head then, weighing how much information to give. "Though I suspect you will learn about them in much greater detail once you have your school textbooks in hand and are at school. I would not want to steal that first sense of discovery from you or your professor."

He glance at her wand. "The creature's horn, however, lends itself well to protective magic," he added, voice easing into something a shade more instructive. "A trait drawn from the creature's pustules, which would glow as a warning. A natural safeguard, you see. Magic often remembers where it comes from."

At her request, Victor nodded and gestures towards the display with an open hand. "Wrist, ankle, or waist holsters are included in your fitting for no additional charge," he explained as he reached for a bottle of polish. "That will come to 13 galleons and eight sickles."

Quote:

Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

Eloy listened and processed. “That makes sense,’’ came his remark a short time later. “I suppose I would need easy access to the wand. Shave a couple seconds off retrieving it from a waist holster… time that could be well spent practising spells.” El liked where this recrudesce train of thoughts were heading. “You may be seeing me again, and I may be bringing more questions with me.” Because really, all this wand stuff was rather interesting.

There was a visible look of relief that washed over El’s body. “Great! That will be enough, I think.” His comprehension skills were not always excellent but quite enough to get him by. In any case, there were more than enough people in his life that help could be sought from. While Victor gathered everything in a bag, El’s gaze shifted to the tape. Where could he get one of those? However, upon hearing the tiny amount of amusement in Victor’s voice, he chuckled. It was nice that he could be someone who didn’t stress others. “Strengthening Oil once at the end of each school term, keep an eye out for the wand slipping from my hand.” Eloy brought the tips of his index fingers to his temples. “Stashing this information away for future use.”

All too soon, his time with this transaction was done. El counted out the galleons and handed them over. “Thanks for all your help, Mister! And for sharing your wealth of knowledge!” The bag was collected. “You and that tape have a good rest of the day.” With that, he turned away to depart.

Victor inclined his head slightly as the boy spoke, the faintest trace of approval settling in his expression.

"I rather expect I will," he said, the corner of his mouth hinting at something warmer than amusement at the promise of more questions. "And may be disappointed if you didn't."

The bag was prepared with the same care as everything else — wand secured in its box, oils and polish arranged neatly, the holster folded without a single crease. The coins were then accepted with an easy smile and tucked away into the till without much flourish save for the ding and click of the machine opening and closing.

"Have a good rest of your day," smiled. "And do try to keep one another out of trouble... or at the very least… learn something useful from it when you don't."

Quote:

Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

Indeed Sai’s request bore great significance, at least in her mind. But was said request too much? She waited with bated breath as Victor repeated her words; it was also obvious that he was thinking quite a bit. And then… “It will?” Saina blinked, letting the words sink in. “It will!” The next words shifted from questioning to joyous. “I don’t mind the wait time. I’ll grab my daddy and we can pass the time having butterbeer. Or ice cream.” The suggestion was highly appreciated on her part. And while she was out of the shop, she would be chattering her life away about her new wand!

“I’ll pay now.” Without hesitation, Saina popped open her small purse - also of the floral patterned nature - counted with great precision eighteen galleons then gave them over. “I’ll see you in a while then.” She gave him a sweet smile and a happy wave.

Victor accepted the coins with a quiet nod, his fingers closing around them without counting—not there, not in front of her. Trust, even in small gestures, had a way of shaping how people carried themselves. He would confirm the total later while adding them to the till.

"It will be ready when you return," he said, already setting her wand aside with a care. "When you return, the carving will be set. Give it a day before polishing—let the wood settle into the work. It will hold better, that way."

He inclined his head slightly. "I will see you shortly."

And as she left — bright and carrying that restless energy he knew well — Victor remained where he was only a moment longer before turning back to the wand. His hand hovered just above it, not yet touching, as his gaze traced along the grain. He was already considering the work ahead: where each petal might rest, how the curve of each carved bloom would follow the natural lines of the wood rather than fight them.

Time to get this to one of his engravers!

Quote:

Originally Posted by Zoe

Miguel let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding as the measuring tape slithered away, his hand still hovering midair like he wasn't entirely convinced it wouldn't come back for round two.

"Okay, okay, cool, yeah, totally normal," he said, voice a little too fast. The camera was already back up in his hands. Click. He caught the tape just as it draped itself over the man's shoulder, then lowered the lens, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Your assistant is intenso," he added, half-laughing. "Like, I thought my abuela with a sewing kit was scary, but that—" He gestured vaguely in the air where the tape had been. "That's next level, señor."

His attention snapped immediately to the wand box the moment Victor revealed it, the rest of the shop momentarily falling away. Miguel stepped closer, slower this time, like he'd finally realized that maybe this part required a little more care than frantic photo-taking.

Still, the camera came up again almost instinctively. Click.

"Sorry, I—this is just—" he lowered it, exhaling, eyes flicking between the wand and the man. "Like, if I don't take pictures, I'm gonna think I made it all up later."

At the question, he huffed a soft laugh, shifting his grip on the camera strap.

"Uh, bit of both, I guess?" he said. "Albums when I'm trying to look like I have everything together. Strings and corkboards when I don't." A beat. "So... mostly strings and corkboards."

His gaze drifted back to the wand, lingering now, something quieter threading through the excitement. There was still wonder there, but it had settled into something more focused, like a burgeoning awareness that this moment mattered in a way he couldn't fully explain yet.

"You said it's ready? How do you know it's ... that it's for me?" he asked as he reached out, pausing just short of the box, glancing up for a split second as if asking permission without quite saying it. "Lo siento. Pero what do I do? First time anywhere like this."

"Overzealous," he said dryly, plucking it neatly from his shoulder and giving it a small, corrective flick before it stilled properly. "Even on its worst days." He exhaled faintly through his nose and chuckled under is breath. "Bueno. At least it is dependable. I have yet to meet a witch or wizard who measures more accurately."

His gaze shifted back to the boy, catching the lingering tension in his posture, the too-quick cadence of his voice, and Victor's eyes warmed.

"The camera is no trouble," Victor added, with a small tilt of his head. "If this is how you keep hold of memories without them slipping away, then you should." A majority of his own life experience were through the lens of a camera, so he understood the appeal quite intimately. "Es un estilo, ¿no? A way of seeing without the need to make things too tidy."

When his attention settled — truly settled — on the wand, Victor’s own posture shifted in response into something a hint more paternal as he noted the hesitation, the glance upward, and the unspoken questions behind the boy's eyes.

"You... will see," he nodded, lips curling into something much closer to grin than a smile. "It is not something I can hand you in words." He inclined his head once, granting permission without making ceremony of it. "Go on and pick it up. There is no need for anything elaborate ― a little flick, a turn of the wrist will do plenty. Sometimes the smallest movement is more than enough."

He stepped back half a pace, giving the boy the space to get acquainted with wand número uno. Would be nice if it was wand número para siempre.

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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. Victor inclined his head at her introduction, a small, practiced courtesy that carried the quiet weight of old classrooms and long years spent coaxing nervous students into confidence."A pleasure, Tiana." He smiled gently at the way she offered the roses so readily, without hesitation or attachment to the whole. "That is kind of you," he praised, his smile warming further. "You may take what you wish for your mother. The rest…" he paused for a breath, gaze drifting briefly to the blooms as if measuring their borrowed life, "…may remain. The shop does not often object to a bit of life while it lasts." She was, after all, a young witch and long-term conjurations something that would come with more practice and fortifying her bond with her wand. Though he suspected they would remain for at least the rest of the afternoon. "That is quite the precise guess for someone not sure what a clabbert is," Victor said, one brow lifting just slightly, the hint of a smile threading through the beginnings of his beard.. "A clabbert is a small magical creature that resembles something that is part monkey, part amphibian." Victor tilted his head then, weighing how much information to give. "Though I suspect you will learn about them in much greater detail once you have your school textbooks in hand and are at school. I would not want to steal that first sense of discovery from you or your professor." He glance at her wand. "The creature's horn, however, lends itself well to protective magic," he added, voice easing into something a shade more instructive. "A trait drawn from the creature's pustules, which would glow as a warning. A natural safeguard, you see. Magic often remembers where it comes from." At her request, Victor nodded and gestures towards the display with an open hand. "Wrist, ankle, or waist holsters are included in your fitting for no additional charge," he explained as he reached for a bottle of polish. "That will come to 13 galleons and eight sickles." Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 Eloy listened and processed. “That makes sense,’’ came his remark a short time later. “I suppose I would need easy access to the wand. Shave a couple seconds off retrieving it from a waist holster… time that could be well spent practising spells.” El liked where this recrudesce train of thoughts were heading. “You may be seeing me again, and I may be bringing more questions with me.” Because really, all this wand stuff was rather interesting. There was a visible look of relief that washed over El’s body. “Great! That will be enough, I think.” His comprehension skills were not always excellent but quite enough to get him by. In any case, there were more than enough people in his life that help could be sought from. While Victor gathered everything in a bag, El’s gaze shifted to the tape. Where could he get one of those? However, upon hearing the tiny amount of amusement in Victor’s voice, he chuckled. It was nice that he could be someone who didn’t stress others. “Strengthening Oil once at the end of each school term, keep an eye out for the wand slipping from my hand.” Eloy brought the tips of his index fingers to his temples. “Stashing this information away for future use.” All too soon, his time with this transaction was done. El counted out the galleons and handed them over. “Thanks for all your help, Mister! And for sharing your wealth of knowledge!” The bag was collected. “You and that tape have a good rest of the day.” With that, he turned away to depart. Victor inclined his head slightly as the boy spoke, the faintest trace of approval settling in his expression. "I rather expect I will," he said, the corner of his mouth hinting at something warmer than amusement at the promise of more questions. "And may be disappointed if you didn't." The bag was prepared with the same care as everything else — wand secured in its box, oils and polish arranged neatly, the holster folded without a single crease. The coins were then accepted with an easy smile and tucked away into the till without much flourish save for the ding and click of the machine opening and closing. "Have a good rest of your day," smiled. "*And do try* to keep one another out of trouble... or at the very least… learn something useful from it when you don't." Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19** Indeed Sai’s request bore great significance, at least in her mind. But was said request too much? She waited with bated breath as Victor repeated her words; it was also obvious that he was thinking quite a bit. And then… “It will?” Saina blinked, letting the words sink in. “It will!” The next words shifted from questioning to joyous. “I don’t mind the wait time. I’ll grab my daddy and we can pass the time having butterbeer. Or ice cream.” The suggestion was highly appreciated on her part. And while she was out of the shop, she would be chattering her life away about her new wand! “I’ll pay now.” Without hesitation, Saina popped open her small purse - also of the floral patterned nature - counted with great precision eighteen galleons then gave them over. “I’ll see you in a while then.” She gave him a sweet smile and a happy wave. Victor accepted the coins with a quiet nod, his fingers closing around them without counting—not there, not in front of her. Trust, even in small gestures, had a way of shaping how people carried themselves. He would confirm the total later while adding them to the till. "It will be ready when you return," he said, already setting her wand aside with a care. "When you return, the carving will be set. Give it a day before polishing—let the wood settle into the work. It will hold better, that way." He inclined his head slightly. "I will see you shortly." And as she left — bright and carrying that restless energy he knew well — Victor remained where he was only a moment longer before turning back to the wand. His hand hovered just above it, not yet touching, as his gaze traced along the grain. He was already considering the work ahead: where each petal might rest, how the curve of each carved bloom would follow the natural lines of the wood rather than fight them. Time to get this to one of his engravers! Quote: Originally Posted by Zoe Miguel let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding as the measuring tape slithered away, his hand still hovering midair like he wasn't entirely convinced it wouldn't come back for round two. "Okay, okay, cool, yeah, totally normal," he said, voice a little too fast. The camera was already back up in his hands. Click. He caught the tape just as it draped itself over the man's shoulder, then lowered the lens, shaking his head in disbelief. "Your assistant is intenso," he added, half-laughing. "Like, I thought my abuela with a sewing kit was scary, but that—" He gestured vaguely in the air where the tape had been. "That's next level, señor." His attention snapped immediately to the wand box the moment Victor revealed it, the rest of the shop momentarily falling away. Miguel stepped closer, slower this time, like he'd finally realized that maybe this part required a little more care than frantic photo-taking. Still, the camera came up again almost instinctively. Click. "Sorry, I—this is just—" he lowered it, exhaling, eyes flicking between the wand and the man. "Like, if I don't take pictures, I'm gonna think I made it all up later." At the question, he huffed a soft laugh, shifting his grip on the camera strap. "Uh, bit of both, I guess?" he said. "Albums when I'm trying to look like I have everything together. Strings and corkboards when I don't." A beat. "So... mostly strings and corkboards." His gaze drifted back to the wand, lingering now, something quieter threading through the excitement. There was still wonder there, but it had settled into something more focused, like a burgeoning awareness that this moment mattered in a way he couldn't fully explain yet. "You said it's ready? How do you know it's ... that it's for me?" he asked as he reached out, pausing just short of the box, glancing up for a split second as if asking permission without quite saying it. "Lo siento. Pero what do I do? First time anywhere like this." "Overzealous," he said dryly, plucking it neatly from his shoulder and giving it a small, corrective flick before it stilled properly. "Even on its worst days." He exhaled faintly through his nose and chuckled under is breath. "Bueno. At least it is dependable. I have yet to meet a witch or wizard who measures more accurately." His gaze shifted back to the boy, catching the lingering tension in his posture, the too-quick cadence of his voice, and Victor's eyes warmed. "The camera is no trouble," Victor added, with a small tilt of his head. "If this is how you keep hold of memories without them slipping away, then you should." A majority of his own life experience were through the lens of a camera, so he understood the appeal quite intimately. "Es un estilo, ¿no? A way of seeing without the need to make things too tidy." When his attention settled — truly settled — on the wand, Victor’s own posture shifted in response into something a hint more paternal as he noted the hesitation, the glance upward, and the unspoken questions behind the boy's eyes. "You... will see," he nodded, lips curling into something much closer to grin than a smile. "It is not something I can hand you in words." He inclined his head once, granting permission without making ceremony of it. "Go on and pick it up. There is no need for anything elaborate ― a little flick, a turn of the wrist will do plenty. Sometimes the smallest movement is more than enough." He stepped back half a pace, giving the boy the space to get acquainted with wand número uno. Would be nice if it was wand número para siempre. __________________ 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