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sweetpinkpixie · 04-27-2026, 08:52 AM

Victor's expression brightened almost immediately at her delight, the earlier trace of amusement giving way to something quieter. There was a particular kind of magic in moments like this — far removed from spells or incantations — and he never quite tired of witnessing it.

"Ah," he hummed gently, one brow lifting as she mentioned the sugar that he may or may not have encouraged, "a dangerous combination. Butterbeer and ice cream? I should consider myself fortunate you didn't attempt to test the wand while under such powerful influences." The corner of his mouth quirked upward, tone light, indulgent rather than admonishing.

But his attention returned, fully and intently, the moment her fingers closed around the wand.

He watched quietly a her fingers closed around the wand. Her reaction, the way she carried her shoulders and the brightness that illuminated her face, coaxed an exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding out of him ― the gentle breeze caressing his face after.

"¡Sobresaliente!" Victor exclaimed, offering her ― and the wand ― a round of applause.

As she returned it to the box, his gaze flicked briefly to the engravings, his fingers moving to rest lightly along the edge once more, as though ensuring everything remained just so.

"I will pass along your words," he continued, inclining his head with a touch more formality now, though the warmth lingered easily in his expression. "They take great pride in their work, but sentiments certainly feel different hearing them from the witch for which it was made for." He gently slid the lid closed, adding it to her bag, and nudged her things a fraction closer to her side of the counter.

"And, before the inevitable fall from such lofty heights, happens…” he chuckled, his words much less about her wand and all to do about the unusually amount of sugar intake, "make sure you have some water. Perhaps a bit of bread to go with it."

None of that nearly as exciting as ice cream and butterbeer ― or wand fittings ― but with remarkable magic in their own right.

"And, good luck with your first term at Hogwarts."

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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: 41,556 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: Jae-hyuk Anouilh Slytherin Seventh 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 Victor's expression brightened almost immediately at her delight, the earlier trace of amusement giving way to something quieter. There was a particular kind of magic in moments like this — far removed from spells or incantations — and he never quite tired of witnessing it. "Ah," he hummed gently, one brow lifting as she mentioned the sugar that he may or may not have encouraged, "a dangerous combination. Butterbeer and ice cream? I should consider myself fortunate you didn't attempt to test the wand while under such powerful influences." The corner of his mouth quirked upward, tone light, indulgent rather than admonishing. But his attention returned, fully and intently, the moment her fingers closed around the wand. He watched quietly a her fingers closed around the wand. Her reaction, the way she carried her shoulders and the brightness that illuminated her face, coaxed an exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding out of him ― the gentle breeze caressing his face after. "¡Sobresaliente!" Victor exclaimed, offering her ― and the wand ― a round of applause. As she returned it to the box, his gaze flicked briefly to the engravings, his fingers moving to rest lightly along the edge once more, as though ensuring everything remained just so. "I will pass along your words," he continued, inclining his head with a touch more formality now, though the warmth lingered easily in his expression. "They take great pride in their work, but sentiments certainly feel different hearing them from the witch for which it was made for." He gently slid the lid closed, adding it to her bag, and nudged her things a fraction closer to her side of the counter. "And, before the inevitable fall from such lofty heights, happens…” he chuckled, his words much less about her wand and all to do about the unusually amount of sugar intake, "make sure you have some water. Perhaps a bit of bread to go with it." None of that nearly as exciting as ice cream and butterbeer ― or wand fittings ― but with remarkable magic in their own right. "And, good luck with your first term at Hogwarts." __________________ 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