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sweetpinkpixie · 06-04-2026, 04:42 AM

Victor's fingers hovered over patch of swaying coral, watching their merperson escort disappear into the colorful maze of the gardens before turning toward Tristan with a grin that immediately suggested he was enjoying himself far too much already.

"Well," he said, spreading his arms slightly as he took in the vast expanse around them. "We have official permission, a beautiful day, and explicit instructions to behave."

With the summer season long behind them now, it had been much easier finding an appropriate afternoon to close down Ollivanders and take his newest apprentice on a bit of a field trip. Naturally, Victor had not informed Tristan of the destination until they were already halfway there. He maintained that surprises were an important educational tool. Others might have called it a personality flaw... but else should anyone expect from a man who decided much of his destination travel by luck of a dart throw?

His attention drifted back toward the coral landscape itself. Even Victor seemed unable to resist it. Sunlight filtered through the water in shifting ribbons, painting everything in moving gold and sapphire. Schools of fish swam through branching coral structures while mesmerizing aquatic plants swayed lazily with the current.

For a moment he simply looked. Not as a wandmaker. Not even as a collector. Just as someone who had spent most of his life finding reasons to be amazed by the world.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he murmured.

The excursion had originated several weeks earlier when word reached him through a colleague that parts of Atlantis' famed coral gardens had recently undergone restoration following a localized Fire Crab infestation. The creatures had been removed and the ecosystem carefully tended by merfolk caretakers, but remnants remained—molted shell fragments, heat-scarred coral, and traces of magical disturbance that would gradually be reclaimed by the sea. More importantly, the Merchieftainess had granted limited permission for approved researchers and craftspeople to collect select remnants that would otherwise be cleared during restoration efforts.

To many wandmakers, that opportunity alone would have justified the journey.

To Victor, however, the materials themselves were only half the reason for coming ― though still a very compelling reason.

He adjusted the satchel slung across his shoulder and looked back at the young man beside him.

"Before you start gathering every interesting thing you see... my wife packed us lunch." His words carried the same reverence another wizard might reserve for an ancient magical artifact and all the affection of a man who, after years of wandering the world with little more than a backpack to his name, still found himself quietly astonished that someone as extraordinary as Minerva had chosen to build a life with him. Even now, the simple fact that she thought ahead enough to pack lunch for them felt like one of those small domestic miracles he never quite took for granted. "I was specifically instructed to ensure neither of us got distracted and forgot to eat. Which suggests my wife has a very accurate understanding of how wandmakers operate in the field."

Unsurprising, honestly. She was exquisite in her understanding of others.

"So, which would you like to start with? A bit of comida or collecting?"

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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: 41,443 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fifth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	for Brig! astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Victor's fingers hovered over patch of swaying coral, watching their merperson escort disappear into the colorful maze of the gardens before turning toward Tristan with a grin that immediately suggested he was enjoying himself far too much already. "Well," he said, spreading his arms slightly as he took in the vast expanse around them. "We have official permission, a beautiful day, and explicit instructions to behave." With the summer season long behind them now, it had been much easier finding an appropriate afternoon to close down Ollivanders and take his newest apprentice on a bit of a field trip. Naturally, Victor had not informed Tristan of the destination until they were already halfway there. He maintained that surprises were an important educational tool. Others might have called it a personality flaw... but else should anyone expect from a man who decided much of his destination travel by luck of a dart throw? His attention drifted back toward the coral landscape itself. Even Victor seemed unable to resist it. Sunlight filtered through the water in shifting ribbons, painting everything in moving gold and sapphire. Schools of fish swam through branching coral structures while mesmerizing aquatic plants swayed lazily with the current. For a moment he simply looked. Not as a wandmaker. Not even as a collector. Just as someone who had spent most of his life finding reasons to be amazed by the world. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he murmured. The excursion had originated several weeks earlier when word reached him through a colleague that parts of Atlantis' famed coral gardens had recently undergone restoration following a localized Fire Crab infestation. The creatures had been removed and the ecosystem carefully tended by merfolk caretakers, but remnants remained—molted shell fragments, heat-scarred coral, and traces of magical disturbance that would gradually be reclaimed by the sea. More importantly, the Merchieftainess had granted limited permission for approved researchers and craftspeople to collect select remnants that would otherwise be cleared during restoration efforts. To many wandmakers, that opportunity alone would have justified the journey. To Victor, however, the materials themselves were only half the reason for coming ― though still a very compelling reason. He adjusted the satchel slung across his shoulder and looked back at the young man beside him. "Before you start gathering every interesting thing you see... my wife packed us lunch." His words carried the same reverence another wizard might reserve for an ancient magical artifact and all the affection of a man who, after years of wandering the world with little more than a backpack to his name, still found himself quietly astonished that someone as extraordinary as Minerva had chosen to build a life with him. Even now, the simple fact that she thought ahead enough to pack lunch for them felt like one of those small domestic miracles he never quite took for granted. "I was specifically instructed to ensure neither of us got distracted and forgot to eat. Which suggests my wife has a very accurate understanding of how wandmakers operate in the field." Unsurprising, honestly. She was exquisite in her understanding of others. "So, which would you like to start with? A bit of comida or collecting?" __________________ 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