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WIZARDING ADULT
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Sept 15, 2019 22:15:19 GMT -7
Post by eleanor gwendolen ollivander on Sept 15, 2019 22:15:19 GMT -7
▲ Gabriel’s assurance that he wouldn’t spill about her new operation was…good. She knew she could count on him. He was allowed to strike out on his own with his acting, and Nell figured it would be similar to her situation. Obviously hers was a bit more precarious because it had Veronica in the middle of it, looming over her every action, but it was nice to have someone in the family to at least support her in the decision. Frankie would undoubtedly make a few rude remarks about their older sister and then agree it was in Nell’s best interests to call it quits at the family store. And then he would continue on with his bashing. But that was Frankie and how he dealt with things. She would have unwavering support from him no matter what, whilst Gabriel was more of a tricky one. The perfect mediator between all parties – at least that was how Nell had always seen her younger brother. Maybe she was wrong, but she chose to see him that way no matter what situation they were all thrown into. “Thanks…and I might. I have a feeling I’m going to have to downsize from my apartment if I want a store front around here.” Just looking at the cost of rentals for shops in Diagon and Horizon was mind numbing. She had the money, but it wouldn’t last if she was renting two levels and a workshop for her future store and her current apartment. Wherever she decided to set up shop would need to have an apartment or something attached to it. “Took long enough,” she let out, a small laugh escaping her as Gabriel nudged her. “Just talking about my plans makes all the stress from Veronica disappear. I can’t believe it took until now to get fed up with it.”@gabriel ● 307 ● Ran Before The Storm by Roo Panes MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Nov 26, 2019 11:18:56 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2019 11:18:56 GMT -7
As terrifying as it was to imagine the family feud that could soon ensue, it was nice to see Nell thriving underneath everything. She said she may have to downsize her apartment if she wanted to afford a storefront, which was a good guess. "You could find somewhere a little less expensive? But then foot traffic would be the main concern..." he observed. She had likely already thought of all these details already. There was a lot to think about and yes he liked research and study, but he wasn't sure if he could handle managing a business... let alone a rival business to Veronicas. That was a frightening image.
She laughed when he said she'd grown up, commenting on how it took long enough. "Hey, don't question how long it took. Timing is everything, and maybe this is just the right... time. Does that make sense?" he didn't think he was the best at giving advice but sometimes he had a few good thoughts. "And if talking about it is already making you feel better then it's definitely the right thing." He paused his walk, tapping her arm lightly, "I... I'm sorry if I can't be as helpful as you need. I don't know where to fit into this," he admitted, squinting apologetically.
eleanor gwendolen ollivander
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Dec 1, 2019 10:09:09 GMT -7
Post by eleanor gwendolen ollivander on Dec 1, 2019 10:09:09 GMT -7
▲ All the points that Gabriel was making were valid concerns that had cropped up in the last few months of looking for the right place to escape to. Nell didn’t necessarily want to live above her shop – she had always enjoyed the separation of work and home, primarily because that meant she had freedom from dealing with Veronica. Could the same be said about avoiding her own store too? The last thing she wanted in the world was to have to wake up, roll out of bed, and then be standing in her store front. But if that was what it took to have her own place, it would have to do. The problem would still end up being the price at the end of the day though, because the available locations in the more centralized parts of the district were exorbitantly priced and needed to have the room for a workshop as well. Which meant modifying the actual building to suit her needs. Luckily magic was a thing for that, but she was still going to have to cut down on inventory space in the front. All of this at once was like having heavy rocks piled onto her one after the other, amounting to more stress than she was normally used to. “It does,” she responded to the timing fitting in to where it was supposed to. Now was the best time to cut the proverbial umbilical cord from Veronica and strike out on her own. She would have a few months to locate and move into a place, and then the summer months would hit. If everything worked out accordingly, that was. “Being willing to listen is beyond helpful, Gabriel,” she said as their walk stopped. Nell pulled her brother in for a quick huge, continuing, “Seriously, thank you.” @gabriel ● 302 ● Song by Artist MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Jan 11, 2020 10:05:09 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2020 10:05:09 GMT -7
She agreed that timing was a big thing in all this, and when he said he was sorry he couldn't help out, she was incredibly gracious. She pulled him in for a hug and he took it in, happily, and she thanked him. He hugged her back, wrapping his arms around his sisters waist and nodding against the side of her hair. "Of course, Nell. You're welcome. You've always been there for me," he explained. Not that this was the only reason to listen to his sister and what was going on with her, but he wanted to be clear that he would do anything for her within his power... and if just talking was all that he could do then that was enough for him. She made it sound like it was enough for her, and that was nice.
He broke the hug, pulling away a little and smiling at her. He clasped both of her shoulders with his hands, "I'm really glad I bumped into you today. Come on, let's talk color schemes for you shop aesthetic," he joked, moving on with their walk.
eleanor gwendolen ollivander (le end, callin it)
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