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Just as you enter the shop, in between all the chaos that may or may not have been going on, is a rather open area with a measuring tape that seems to be hovering in mid air. It wiggles and flies around, ready to measure the next customer to walk into it's range. The measuring tape will eagerly measure your height, the reach of your arm, and maybe even other strange measurements to help the wandmakers find the best wand for you.
In front of the counter there is the empty space that is designated as the fitting area. Here is where wands are fitted. After being measured by the magical measuring tape, you will be assisted by a worker who will then endeavor to fit you with your perfect wand and start pulling boxes from the shelves, which stretch back impossibly far and up so high that even the tallest people have to tip their head back to see the tops.
Long sliding ladders are attached to every stretch of shelves, and the wandmakers make great use of these to reach those wands which are tucked away high up. There seems to be a filing system of sorts, some kind of method to the madness, though most of the boxes are unmarked. Is it a colour code? Or is it shape? size? smell? Something else? Well you'll never know unless you get a job here. Luckily, and out of sheer necessity, these shelves have been bespelled so that wandboxes are not in danger of flying everywhere due to errant spells cast by children wielding their new wands.
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⌦ In order to receive a wand, please take the WAND QUIZ ONCE for the character who is here for a wand. Then, post your character being measured by the "magical measuring tape" ONCE in this thread. This thread is not one where you should interact with others, one post here please! It serves as our queue!
See the example post below, or look at other posts in this thread from previous terms.
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Jessica went into Ollivanders with more than her share of nerves, it was time for her first wand! The eleven year old made her way over to the measuring area and waited for her turn. Soon enough the measuring tape reached her and began zipping about, straightening with a snap and measuring out her height and, when she held her arms out, she watched it take a measurement of how long they were too. Fun! Did that mean her wand would be as big as her whole arm?
The girl stepped away from the measuring area and she eagerly waited for the shopkeeper to find her wand.
⌦ Please take the SORTING QUIZ first and wait to be placed in your house before taking the wand quiz! Your house effects your final wand in our quiz! This goes for current members who are re-sorting too, though you may take the quiz in advance if you know what your new house will be.
⌦ You may role play the magical measuring tape, but you may not role play for the shopkeepers. Ollivander does not work here!
⌦ After submitting the wand quiz and posting in this thread, please wait for a shop worker to assist you and your character in finding their perfect wand match. You do not have to RP to get your wand, but it is highly encouraged as a part of enriching your RP experience.
⌦ Please do not stretch the wand fitting experience out too long, it should not take more than three tries at an absolute maximum to find your character's match.
⌦ If we run out of time to complete the RP with you by the end of the RP summer, we will PM or VM your wand result to you, provided you have posted in this thread and responded to our efforts to interact with you.
⌦ If you have any questions, feel free to PM sweetpinkpixie or one of the Diagon Alley Proprietors, and they'll try to answer your questions as quickly and efficiently as they can.
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Miguel had given up closing his mouth, allowing it to stay open in pure amazement, since he'd stepped through the Leaky Cauldron's back courtyard and into Diagon Alley—but this? This was something else entirely.
The bell above the door to Ollivanders gave a soft, almost delicate chime as he pushed it open with his shoulder, already half-turned to snap a photo over it. The camera clicked rapidly in his hands—click, click, click—capturing the narrow shop, the impossibly tall shelves, the dust that seemed to hang in the air like it had been there for centuries.
"Okay, no, this is crazy," he said aloud, voice echoing just a bit too loudly. "There's no way this is real. This is like—this is like a movie set, but it's not—"
Another click. He tilted the lens upward, trying to catch the towering stacks of wand boxes that seemed to go on forever.
He took a few careful steps forward, shoes creaking faintly against the wooden floor, head constantly turning as if he might miss something if he stayed focused on one thing too long. The camera rose again almost instinctively. Click.
"That one's gonna look SO COOL," he muttered to no one in particular, adjusting the dial. "Wait. Do magical places mess with film? Ay, what if it does? What if all my pictures come out blank or, like, haunted or something?"
He froze for half a second because something had just brushed his shoulder. Slowly, Miguel turned. "Uhh..."
A measuring tape—thin, yellowed, and very much moving on its own—was winding its way up his arm.
"¡DIOS MÍO!" he blurted, half-laughing, half-panicking as he instinctively snapped a photo of it mid-motion. "IT'S—IT'S ALIVE!"
Victor had heard the bell, of course, but he was still in the back, sleeves rolled just enough as he polished a pair of wands that had not yet met their match that morning. He took his time with them — he always did — so it was a few moments before he stepped forward. When he finally did, the soft irregular rhythm of clicks reached him first and it drew a chuckle from his chest. He paused in the doorway from the back room, leaning lightly against the frame as he watched the boy try to capture something that was never meant to be held still.
"Tranquilo," he said at last, offered the way one might soothe a skittish creature. His hand lifted with quiet authority and the measuring tape slithered back toward him with only mild reluctance.
"No muerde," he added, a touch drier now but certainly not without its warmth. "Aunque le gustaría que pensaras lo contrario."
Only then did he properly regard boy, his camera, wonder, nerves and all.
"That will entirely depend on whether or not your camera is of magical or non-magical making," Victor continued, slipping easily back into English, though the cadence of his voice hadn't quite caught up yet. "Though in either case, your photographs may develop a little differently than expected."
The measuring tape twitched again at his side, as though eager to resume its work. Victor allowed it a small indulgence, pulling it taut here and there as he noted a few details, before releasing it. It snapped free at once, then undulated briskly through the air as it zipped back toward the boy to take quick measurements of the circumference of his forehead and knees before returning just as neatly to drape itself over Victor's shoulder.
"My assistant is quite thorough,” he remarked, as he turned toward the shelves, fingers brushing lightly along a row of boxes as though listening for something rather than searching. "Do you keep your photographs in a scrapbook or an album," he went on, glancing back over his shoulder, "or are you more inclined toward a bit of organized chaos? Strings along the walls, corners pinned to corkboards..."
Himself falling into the latter category.
Victor returned with a box in hand and slipped the lid off, holding the box steady for him.
"This one, I do believe is ready for its close-up."
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
Clearly Mr. Shopkeeper here had an excellent dental plan. Or spent a great deal of time keeping his teeth healthy. Then El was laughing, amused as the feedback about a potential first attempt with the wand was made. He didn’t think he’d have been mortified but he’d pity everyone in the shop. Judging by the interactions with the man, Eloy was pretty sure whatever catastrophe may occur {or had occurred since his tenure at the shop} then it all would be expertly taken care of.
But this second wand!
It was pure perfection! {Don’t ask El how he knew, he just did.}
With a thrilled wiggle like an eel {the nickname ‘Eel’ was one his dad gave him, by the way}, he settled his gaze on Victor once more. He hung on to every word, determined to remember each detail about his new bestie. “Ooh, it’s going to keep me on my toes, is it?” Rather than being put off by the notion, Eloy was quite looking forward to the challenge. “I’ll just have to work harder with those counter-curses then… but what fun I’ll have mastering jinxes and so forth easily!” those eyes of his shone brightly. “I’m quite looking forward to it. And all the fun we’ll have together, since it sounds as though we’ll both enjoy humorous situations.”
With another grin, he bowed slightly at the applause. “You have been a big help, and I thank you for that!” Job or not, Victor sure knew how to make a young one feel at ease. “Oh, a holster, please, and… some polish. Have you any holster that complements the physical appearance of this wand?”
Victor watched the boy, a quiet smile settling across his face as he did. There was something deeply satisfying in witnessing that moment of recognition taking hold. He didn't step in too quickly, allowing the boy's excitement to rise and settle in its own way, the energy of it bright and uncontained ― precisely how fittings were meant to be.
"Absolutely," Victor said, not interrupting the boy's excitement but nurturing it. "It will keep you on your toes. I suspect you will do the same for it." A faint glint of something approving passed through his gaze. "The two of you will get along rather well, I think. But, just be certain," he added mildly, "that you learn to undo what you do with equal enthusiasm."
The words were lightly given, but not without meaning. He had seen enough to know how easily enthusiasm could outpace restraint — and how important it was that the two learned to move together, not against one another.
When the boy bowed, Victor inclined his head in return.
"You are quite welcome." Then, back to business "A holster, yes," he said, turning slightly toward the display, already considering. "I recommend wrist ones for first time wand owners to start... and for spruce…I would suggest leather. Something with a bit of give to it. Dark brown or perhaps a muted green."
He moved along the displays.
"Perhaps one of our bundles, bundle numero uno, would suit you best," he went on, pulling the appropriate bottles from the shelf. "That comes with a wand polish and conditioning oil, which you will want to keep the wood smooth and responsive, particularly with a wand like yours that prefers a certain… finesse."
The bottles of oil and polish were essentially identical to one another, but the holsters each had a personality of their own. He gestured towards the display for the boy to pick one that suited.
"While not necessary today, you also should consider a wand strengthening oil as well for yearly end of the school term maintenance."
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Saina’s keen mind replayed the words, and determined that Mr. Kindness had an excellent point. One may just need to do some digging a little deeper to find that value, but just think about the treasure trove of potential knowledge that may await.
It was true: she did feel more relaxed. In addition to the happiness and wonder she felt, there was also a surge in her confidence. No, the wand didn’t bring her confidence, it added to it.
SQUEEE!!!
Sai resisted the very strong urge to squeal excitedly. Honing in on the details of her wands that were being told to her helped quite a bit. It warmed her heart that Victor seemed so pleased for her. “Oh.” That was a lot to process, but it was all great things, knowledge that would be treasured for the rest of her life. “Creativity with intention.” These words too were mulled over before a nod was given. “Then I think that me and my new walnut friend here will do wonderful things together.”
Tears threatened to overcome her again at his words of belief in her, as well as the gaze that was received. “Thank you,’’ Sai replied, gratitude evident in both the simple words. “Yes, actually. Polish would be lovely. I do intend to keep this wand in its current healthy form. Also, a holster. Do you have holsters with flower patterns on them?” Sai did love flowers, especially those that looked like an egg. No, not the ovate sort, the ones with white petals and a yellow middle.
"Mmhm," he hummed at her conclusion, a note of quiet approval threading through it. "I believe you will."
At her request, Victor inclined his head slightly and turned toward the display.
"Wand polish will serve you well," he said, selecting a small tin and holding it in his hand for the time being. "Though if not already on hand at home, I would also suggest investing in a some conditioning oil as well. Depending on the sort of holster you prefer, one of our bundles would be a good place to start."
At the mention of flowers, something in his expression shifted — just slightly. Not surprise, exactly, but a quiet consideration as he turned the idea over with care. "Holsters are kept relatively plain," Victor said, glancing toward them, one hand gesturing gently across the display. "But I am certain something suitable may be found."
He paused there, just briefly, his thumb brushing once along the edge of the tin as his thoughts continued a step further ahead. Then, with a subtle shift of posture, he turned back toward her.
"But— we can achieve a similar effect elsewhere," he continued, lifting his free hand slightly to trace patterns in the air. "Walnut takes engraving rather well. Floral motifs — petals, vines, even more intricate designs — can be carved along the handle or length.Done properly, as our engravers ensure, it will not disrupt the wand’s function." He smiled, already mulling over who he might entrust to this task. "Engraving does cost a bit extra, but it is still very affordable."
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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."
The water didn't have time to soak through her shoes before mr wandman had made the water vanish with a quick flick of his wand. Tiana was silently appreciative because wet, and cold socks were never funny to endure especially when she hated being cold. Tiana overheard how Tyler apprently found his right wand, and that made her even more eager, and determined to find her own too. She didn't want her twin to leave with a shiny wand, and not her. Nope, not going to happen if she had something to say about it.
Accepting the new wand that came out of the next box, Tiana eyed it for moment, finding the right feel in her hand before giving the wand a firm flick. She felt how warmth, and energy flowed up through her hand, and into her wand, and watched with a gaping mouth how a number of red roses left the tip of her wand, and had within seconds formed a whole rosebush in front of her feet. "Wow, that felt amazing!..Warm, energized and just right...I've found my match, haven't I Mr wandman?" She was practically bouncing now on her feet with excitement, and happiness.
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SPOILER!!: "Victor, I love you. Victor, I do!"
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
Victor watched the boy, a quiet smile settling across his face as he did. There was something deeply satisfying in witnessing that moment of recognition taking hold. He didn't step in too quickly, allowing the boy's excitement to rise and settle in its own way, the energy of it bright and uncontained ― precisely how fittings were meant to be.
"Absolutely," Victor said, not interrupting the boy's excitement but nurturing it. "It will keep you on your toes. I suspect you will do the same for it." A faint glint of something approving passed through his gaze. "The two of you will get along rather well, I think. But, just be certain," he added mildly, "that you learn to undo what you do with equal enthusiasm."
The words were lightly given, but not without meaning. He had seen enough to know how easily enthusiasm could outpace restraint — and how important it was that the two learned to move together, not against one another.
When the boy bowed, Victor inclined his head in return.
"You are quite welcome." Then, back to business "A holster, yes," he said, turning slightly toward the display, already considering. "I recommend wrist ones for first time wand owners to start... and for spruce…I would suggest leather. Something with a bit of give to it. Dark brown or perhaps a muted green."
He moved along the displays.
"Perhaps one of our bundles, bundle numero uno, would suit you best," he went on, pulling the appropriate bottles from the shelf. "That comes with a wand polish and conditioning oil, which you will want to keep the wood smooth and responsive, particularly with a wand like yours that prefers a certain… finesse."
The bottles of oil and polish were essentially identical to one another, but the holsters each had a personality of their own. He gestured towards the display for the boy to pick one that suited.
"While not necessary today, you also should consider a wand strengthening oil as well for yearly end of the school term maintenance."
“I had not thought of that,’’ Eloy responded, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “It’ll be an interesting partnership for sure, with us being that way to each other.” It was not lost on him that he was talking about the wand as though it were human. But wands were not exactly ‘dead weight’ or completely inanimate, were they? At least in his opinion. “Oh, yes.” El grinned sheepishly. “That’s excellent advice, Mister! Definitely would not want to cause permanent harm to myself or anyone else because of something I accidentally did.”
Wrist holsters. Interesting. Naturally this made El a curious El. Again. “Why is that? Do I come back when I’m about to start my second year at Hogwarts for a regular holster?” His head went for a slight tilt as he pondered on which colour to go with. Both were excellent options in his opinion. In the end, El figured that perhaps most go for brown so he went in the opposite direction - “Muted green, please.”
Ah, a bundle! Why did he not think of that before? More products at a reduced cost? It was a bargain! Not that there was need for him to worry about money. “I want the best for my wand so I’ll have that bundle, in addition to the Strengthening oil.” All these products popped another question into his mind. “Does a manual or a guide come with those? I mean… how often would I need to use the Strengthening oil, for example? Is there such a thing as over-polishing? Oh, and that would be all. How much would the cost be?"
SPOILER!!: The man with all the solutions! <3
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
"Mmhm," he hummed at her conclusion, a note of quiet approval threading through it. "I believe you will."
At her request, Victor inclined his head slightly and turned toward the display.
"Wand polish will serve you well," he said, selecting a small tin and holding it in his hand for the time being. "Though if not already on hand at home, I would also suggest investing in a some conditioning oil as well. Depending on the sort of holster you prefer, one of our bundles would be a good place to start."
At the mention of flowers, something in his expression shifted — just slightly. Not surprise, exactly, but a quiet consideration as he turned the idea over with care. "Holsters are kept relatively plain," Victor said, glancing toward them, one hand gesturing gently across the display. "But I am certain something suitable may be found."
He paused there, just briefly, his thumb brushing once along the edge of the tin as his thoughts continued a step further ahead. Then, with a subtle shift of posture, he turned back toward her.
"But— we can achieve a similar effect elsewhere," he continued, lifting his free hand slightly to trace patterns in the air. "Walnut takes engraving rather well. Floral motifs — petals, vines, even more intricate designs — can be carved along the handle or length.Done properly, as our engravers ensure, it will not disrupt the wand’s function." He smiled, already mulling over who he might entrust to this task. "Engraving does cost a bit extra, but it is still very affordable."
Saina had forgotten just how much available products there were when it came to wand care. As it should be! Wands deserved to be pampered. She did believe there was Conditioning Oil at home but as she now had a wand of her very own, the girl wanted to have everything so that she wouldn’t be bothering her family members for theirs. “I think a bundle would be wonderful, one inclusive of Conditioning Oil.”
Her chubby face fell when it was revealed that holsters were usually plain. Now that she thought deeply about it, Sai had only ever seen the plain type. But! There was an alternative, one that made her bob her head excitedly. “A little added cost will be of no problem,’’ she remarked with all the certainty of the world. She peeked at her dad, knowing he’d be okay with her decision. “I’d love to have a floral carving done! I do adore all sorts of flowers, but mostly white petaled ones with a yellow center - so those resembling daisies and chamomile.” Aside from their beauty, those sorts of flowers tended to proliferate, adding more to delightfulness to life.
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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)]
Was that all? "Wow, that sounds so cool!" Getting a dragon one reminded Tyler about the stories of his dad's work life and the one time he was with a team of people at the sight with dragons. "I'm very happy, sir. Erm, I suppose just the usual holster and case always comes with it right? Cause I think that's all I really need." Well, once Tiana gets her wand. Because he wasn't leaving without his sister.
"I do have a question, with this wand being so big, it's one I grow into right? Does the wand grow with me physically? Like what if I become so tall the wand looks small in my hand?" Maybe it was a bit exaggerated, but Tyler didn't want his life wand to eventually feel like a toothpick.
His head turned momentarily to see Tiana produce red roses out of their wand. "That's so pretty! I bet mum would love some of those."
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