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Jan 17, 2021 16:00:51 GMT -7
Post by eleanor gwendolen ollivander on Jan 17, 2021 16:00:51 GMT -7
▲ It wasn’t like she was completely new to phones, but Beatrice had made a reasonable assumption that she was. There were other witches and wizards in her family’s circles, ones from more affluent wizarding families (all of which were in closer proximity to purebloodedness than most of the population), who were definitely amateurs when it came to technology. In their defense, what was the point? Their entire lives were based around magic, and owls had been sufficient enough for centuries. While Nell liked the addition of the charmed phones and laptops that the Ministry was approving, she also still enjoyed the process of writing a letter and sending it off with her owl. She had grown up that way, as had her entire family, so it felt more natural to her. So she sort of understood why it was difficult for some people to understand what the point of having phones was. “Better than some. Or at least I like to think I am,” she admitted. “One of my brothers is a squib, so I’ve always had one for him. But it’s a little strange having them work in here.” Or even having them on display at the bar. A few months ago, that would have drawn quite a few glares from anyone else sitting nearby, not that they were usable, but they still caused discomfort in the magical population. Now she saw them everywhere in the hands of students and younger folks. It was certainly a strange phenomenon. “I can probably take a few pictures of what I’m working on right now too, so that you have an idea of what they actually look like.” Her tables weren’t anything special by any means, but if it brought in customers there was no way she could turn down business. That would be an absurd thing to do. Her furniture would most likely keep her afloat in the off-season for wands, which was perfect. @beatrice ● 323 ● Departure by Trivium MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Jan 26, 2021 13:51:07 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2021 13:51:07 GMT -7
Beatrice laughed as Nell mentioned her sibling was a squib. “You certainly would be better than some then,” she agreed. In the age of technology in the Muggle world, it would be odd to see someone who didn’t have some type of mobile device, so it made sense that her brother had adapted accordingly. “What does he do for a living?” she asked curiously. She knew Argus Filch, the old caretaker at Hogwarts was heavily rumored to be a Squib, and yet he still worked at the castle. She wondered if there was familial pressure to be a presence in the Wizarding World, or if some Squibs got to make the choice of what they wanted to do with their life, whether it be in the magical world or the muggle world. “I would appreciate the photos,” Beatrice added eagerly; she had faith that Nell could back up her word, but Bea was a visual learner, so getting to see examples would be perfect.
“I wonder if with the new approved magical cell phones, muggle ones pick up the signals in here now as well,” Bea suggested. She finished her drink and turned to Nell with a grin. “Up for a shot of Firewhiskey?” she suggested, raising an eyebrow as she waited for the other girls’ response.
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Feb 28, 2021 17:05:23 GMT -7
Post by eleanor gwendolen ollivander on Feb 28, 2021 17:05:23 GMT -7
▲ What did Frankie do again? It felt horrid not really knowing exactly what it was that her brother spent his time doing, but with the way he was always jumping between jobs, both in their world and the muggle world, that she found it hard to remember what he was doing at any given point. And even worse was that he sometimes was doing multiple things, so there was that too. “He’s a uhh…bartender,” she stated, knowing that was at least one of the things he was doing now. “At Club Indigo!” Nell added, maybe a little too loudly for the current state of the casino bar. He was in medical school for a while, but that’s not really cut out for everyone I guess. And Frankie apparently had other issues he had to deal with, namely his drinking. There was too much of that, and at this point she was afraid that if he didn’t get sober, he was going to drink himself into an early grave. But she could only ask him to give it up so many times before she started sounding like a broken record. And that had easily happened a few years ago by now. “I actually tried. At least mine didn’t,” she explained. At the same time though, that could have been because her muggle phone was about ten years old and could barely hold a charge anymore. Most of the time it was off and used as a paperweight. Contrary to popular magical belief, a cellphone was not supposed to be used in that manner. As for the shot of firewhisky, Nell contemplated it for a second, and then nodded her head. “Yeah, I think I could do with one of those right now. Maybe even two of them.” She didn’t have a long walk home anymore, after all. It wasn’t exactly a straight shot back to her home and the store, but she knew it well enough by now. Nothing a couple shots of firewhisky wouldn’t hinder, at least. @beatrice ● 337 ● Blessed Are The Peacemakers by Woody Jackson MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Apr 13, 2021 9:57:55 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2021 9:57:55 GMT -7
Beatrice laughed. “Ah, Club Indigo. I’ve ventured there quite a few times,” she said with a smile. Club Indigo was known to most as a little seedy, but a fun time if you were looking to forget your troubles. With the stress of life as a Quidditch reporter, Beatrice had definitely found herself at the club more than a few times, sometimes with coworkers and sometimes with friends. “He’s probably served me drinks before then,” she added, laughing a little again. She remembered a bartender with dark hair and the most dreamy eyes, but she was pretty sure his name was Eric, or something of the like, and not Frankie.
Beatrice was excited when Nell agreed to the shots. “I think this calls for two rounds of Firewhiskey,” she said, signalling to the bartender to pour the four shots. Bea held up the first one and toasted towards Nell. “To new friendships and beautiful tables,” she said, downing the shot, only shuddering slightly. Reaching for the next one, she paused. “Do you want to toast this one?” she asked Nell with a smile. The firewhiskey was already warming her insides like a cozy sweater, and she felt nice.
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May 16, 2021 12:54:23 GMT -7
Post by eleanor gwendolen ollivander on May 16, 2021 12:54:23 GMT -7
▲ “Can’t say I’ve been since I got out of school. Didn’t have much time to do that whole socializing thing after graduating,” Nell admitted. It didn’t help that her sister worked her into the ground and most of her friends were off gallivanting around the world as cursebreakers. She had her share of ‘work trips’, but those were few and far between in the first couple years of her apprenticeship. Now they were absolutely necessary in order to keep the shop running. If only she was allowed to leave the country. Somehow it was always one thing after the next with her. Hemorrhaging money wasn’t the most pleasant feeling in the world but she was managing with the furniture aspect of the shop. And she knew that if she advertised correctly, wand repairs for students for the first month of the school year. Those were always a hassle and necessary in September. “Probably! I need to make it over one of these days when he’s on the schedule. I feel bad that I haven’t done so yet.” Though she was sure Frankie didn’t want her to see him working. He was weird like that, and she assumed it was because it differed from his original career goals as a doctor. Nell watched the firewhisky brought over to them and held her shot glass up to Beatrice’s. “Agreed. Really beautiful tables,” she said louder than normal. It couldn’t hurt to speak up at a bar full of big-spenders who would fork over money for a table like hers. She drank her shot and then picked up the other one as the first still burned its way down her throat. It was unbelievable that people drank this by the bottle. That her brother probably drank it by the case. When it came to the second one, she lifted it towards Beatrice, “Uhh yeah…to more nights like these. Merlin knows I need them,” she struggled out through the first shot’s burn, before chasing it down with the second one. @beatrice ● 336 ● Check Yes Juliet by We The Kinds MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Sept 13, 2021 8:58:16 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2021 8:58:16 GMT -7
Beatrice grinned as Nells’ voice raised. She knew a salesperson when she saw one, and as she glanced around she noticed a few people looking over with a vague sense of interest. “Nell here is a wonderful craftswoman. You’d be lucky to own a piece by her, I certainly will be,” she called out to them with a devilish grin on her face. “Might as well help them along,” she whispered to Nell, a little louder than intended but not loud enough for anyone else to hear.
“Well we should go sometime,” Beatrice declared. “On a night your brother isn’t working, perhaps,” she added with a giggle. She doubted Nell’s brother wanted to watch his sister get tipsy and dance at his place of employment, even if that was the point of Club Indigo. “We can go when Aerick is working the bar, he is something to look at, and he’s not related to you,” she decided. Aerick, last name unknown to Bea, was the ‘hot bartender’ at the Club, and always treated his patrons with flirty banter and good strong drinks. He was always professional though; Bea was pretty sure he had a lady of his own. “We’ll dance and make new friends!” she declared as she downed another shot, the alcohol definitely kicking in at this point.
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Sept 20, 2021 21:06:23 GMT -7
Post by eleanor gwendolen ollivander on Sept 20, 2021 21:06:23 GMT -7
▲ “Oh Merlin,” Nell groaned as she watched Beatrice try to try to get other patrons at the bar interested in her work. All of this was supposed to be a natural progression. If there were too many orders too fast, and before she perfected the process, she was going to be so backed up in the workshop that she would have complaints up to her ears. “Its fine,” she whispered back. “I’ll be fine. I grew up in the shop. I’ll get customers by name alone.” It was sort of weird that she was relying on that, because more than likely people were going to be absolutely confused by two Ollivanders running two separate wand shops. But that was just how she was getting them in the door. The furniture was the key difference here. That and she was actually willing to be creative with wandmaking. Veronica was so boring and bland with her style. It made her seem old and out of touch (which she was). Going with Frankie to a club seemed like the perfect way to have their older sister up their backsides with trying to get them both written out of any inheritance that would eventually pass on to them. But Nell honestly didn’t give a damn anymore. Breaking that thought process was going to take some time, but she was on her own now. No more bowing down to the head Ollivander wandmaker since she was the other one. “That would maybe explain why Frankie doesn’t want to talk about work…” she supposed, though she couldn’t recall the last time she had actually asked him about work at the club. It didn’t really interest her, and there were other, better things that she could talk to her brother about. “I’ll definitely take you up on that then. When you live and work in the same building, it’s like you never escape.”@beatrice ● 316 ● Volcano by Maisie Peters MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Nov 1, 2021 9:45:08 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2021 9:45:08 GMT -7
Beatrice waved away Nells’ protests with a smile. “Honestly, they’re all probably drunk, but if one or two of them wake up in the morning and remember, then that’s one or two new customers,” she reasoned. She knew the Ollivander name still held great weight in Diagon Alley and the British magical community at large, but it didn’t help that her elder sister had the same last name, and a rival wand shop. She’d gotten her wand from that Ollivanders when she was eleven, but at that point Nell had been a child, so her shop was still years from being realized. “What’s the weirdest wand core request you’ve gotten?” she asked suddenly. She had mentioned werewolf whiskers and mermaid scales, which were quite unique as far as wands went, but she was sure there were other, more wild requests out there.
“It can get some interesting clientele, I can say that for sure,” she commented as Nell mentioned her brother rarely brought up the topic of his job. She brightened considerably as the other girl agreed to her proposition. “Excellent, I have a match to cover this coming weekend, but perhaps the following one?” she suggested. It did not due to let too much time pass after Nell had agreed, especially since her brother worked there. “I’ll double check that Aerick is working, and your brother is not,” she added quickly, to reassure her that they wouldn’t be running into him at the club.
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Nov 3, 2021 18:59:59 GMT -7
Post by eleanor gwendolen ollivander on Nov 3, 2021 18:59:59 GMT -7
▲ She had forgotten that this was a bar and brief, nonchalant conversations like his were going to happen. So much of her time had been dedicated to her craft over the last few years that she had completely lost any semblance of what it was like to interact with another human being that wasn’t work related. It was scary. Beatrice was right though; these people probably wouldn’t remember any of this, and if they did, it had the potential to be a sale. Nell was still relying on her name more than anything, but any new customers were good customers. She couldn’t really refute that. Beatrice changed subjects onto wands, asking about the strangest wand core she had worked with. “Well, I don’t usually do requests because that’s not how that works normally. You know, wand choosing the witch or wizard and all that,” she prattled on. It was her great-grandfather’s oldest adage, and ridiculously correct most of the time when it came down to it. “But I’d have to say rougarou hair is one of the rarest I’ve used to make a wand. You can only find them in the bayous of Louisiana in the United States,” Nell explained. She had been lucky that she had come across a seller that had hairs to begin with. Looking at wandmaking history in England and through her family’s stock, she was almost positive that a rougarou core wand hadn’t been made by an Ollivander in centuries, if ever. “They’re some sort of dog-like creature. Commonly mistaken for werewolves, so no one really goes looking to use their hair for anything except weirdos and wandmakers.” She also didn’t even know if she was utilizing the core the correct way. Obviously the voodoo queens and wandmakers of New Orleans were well-versed in the rougarou, and they tended to do things differently than how she did. “Saturday nights usually work best for me. I haven’t had much business on Sundays yet,” she added on top of Beatrice’s offer for two weeks from now. Really all she needed to do was escape the confines of her building. Even going out to a restaurant or bar every other day like she was doing right now would break up the monotony and keep her from feeling cooped up all the time. “He might find his way there on his own, truth be told,” Nell admitted about Frankie. “I don’t think he’d cause any problems since he works there.” Though she wasn’t completely sure if that would be the case. Sometimes he got weirdly jealous and protective over things. Nell was almost positive he still viewed her as a Hogwarts student, despite it almost being a decade since she had attended. Not like he was to blame, med school had sapped all of his youth and happiness out of him. The shell he seemed to be now was not how she liked to think of Frankie. @beatrice ● 488 ● Mad Monster Mansion by Grant Kirkhope MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Jan 4, 2022 11:52:29 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2022 11:52:29 GMT -7
Beatrice listened, completely fascinated. “That’s definitely different. What special affinity does the hair have for wand cores, do you know?” she asked. She didn’t know much about wandlore but she did know that certain wand cores have different affinities, like for Charms or Transfiguration. “I’ve never heard of a rougarou before except in old horror tales - I guess I shouldn’t be surprised they do actually exist,” she admitted. She remembered when she was eleven and a professor from Hogwarts came to tell her family about her magical abilities. Her parents were surprisingly receptive to the whole thing; it explained some of the unexplainable things that had happened when she was a child after all. She had been introduced to so many different magical creatures over the years, it was hard to keep track of sometimes.
“Saturday it is,” Beatrice agreed with a wide smile. It faded a little as Nell mentioned her brother would likely find his own way to Club Indigo anyway. It sounded to Bea that there was something off about Nell and her brothers’ relationship, but she hardly knew the woman, and she didn’t want to overstep. “Would you be okay if we did see him there?” she asked her finally.
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Feb 23, 2022 19:12:53 GMT -7
Post by eleanor gwendolen ollivander on Feb 23, 2022 19:12:53 GMT -7
▲ “The Dark Arts,” Nell stated bluntly. There wasn’t any way to mince what it worked for, because historically that tended to be the number one thing. She was sure her own research on the hair as a core was wildly off though, considering it was used frequently enough in New Orleans and not everyone there was a dark witch or wizard. If anything, it helped with voodoo practices and the more natural magic. Personally, she was no good at either of those things and could only dole out wands to the people that fit them the best. “But that’s fairly common with the more dangerous creatures out there. The power they hold in life continues to be usable long past the core material has left them. And anyways, a unicorn hair isn’t suitable for everyone, after all.” Nell took a sip of her most recent drink as she finished her spiel. Anyone that wished to hurt another human being could do it a variety of ways. The wand was merely a conduit at that point. True evil probably didn’t even need something as flimsy as a wand anyway. Nell realized that she may have given the wrong impression to Beatrice on how she viewed Frankie, immediately waving a hand in front of her, “No, no that would be totally fine if he showed up. He’s been begging to drag me out since I opened the shop. It’s just-” Just what? That he drank too much and she was ultimately going to be responsible for him like she always was? It was hard not to pity him. Everything in his life had been stacked against him, especially because it should have been a cushy one for him. There was no doubt Veronica still would have been a bitch to him regardless of his magical capabilities, only because she was a narcissist and had a superiority complex from the start. “He drinks too much sometimes,” she admitted. “I wouldn’t want him getting in trouble where he works.” His eagerness to hang out with her outside of the wand shop would maybe keep him at bay a bit. Nell hated untested theories like that though. @beatrice ● 362 ● Mice by Billie Marten MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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