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WIZARDING ADULT
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Sept 8, 2021 18:52:05 GMT -7
Post by eleanor gwendolen ollivander on Sept 8, 2021 18:52:05 GMT -7
▲ There must have been a look on her face, with the way the customer was now asking if it bothered her to see a wand tossed to side like he had just done. Nell certainly didn’t think she was reacting any different than she normally would, though her flatness definitely intruded in on the exchange of money. Personally, she was almost offended that he didn’t give the old wand a second thought. There were witches and wizards that came into the shop devastated over the loss of their first wand or acting like a small chip on the handle was close to animal cruelty in the magical world and that they wanted it fixed immediately because of how bad they felt. She understood the connections between wand and owner better than most, especially as the maker. Her bond with each wand she made was second to that of the eventual owner’s, and sometimes she swore that any Ollivander crafted wand knew who she was just as well. The rejected piece of wood that was being carefully held in her hand emitted a morose feeling, and she knew that if her dad had been on the receiving end of this exchange, he would have been upset for the rest of the day over it. “It does,” she said evenly, glancing down at the birch wand. “Though that comes from a maker’s point of view. I know that not everyone is destined to use the same wand forever. But most seem to also forget that wands have feelings too.” Every word that came out of her felt heavy and somber, as if she was standing at a funeral and watching a loved one being lowered into the ground. The wand in her hands had definitely done great work for the boy over the years, and while he said it wasn’t much use for his current work (and she agreed with him on that), it was still the death of his relationship with his old wand. That was something to be sad over, in her opinion. “I don’t want this to sound like a warning, but I would be careful with how you treat your new wand. Hippogriffs are proud creatures that require respect. The same can be sad about wands made with their feathers.” Any hint of him tossing the new wand to the side like the old one would probably cause it to lock up and refuse to work. She had seen it happen before. But that was something he needed to learn on his own if it came to it. She couldn’t tell him how to handle his own wand now. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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MINISTRY
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Nov 17, 2021 16:37:23 GMT -7
Post by Albus Severus Potter on Nov 17, 2021 16:37:23 GMT -7
THOUGH HE HAD ASKED WITH THE EXPECTATION of honesty, Albus was still surprised when he received it. Her reply almost sympathetic towards the conduit he had so quickly discarded. It made Al wonder if he should feel worse than he did, thinking about all the ways he felt nothing at all at seeing his wand in another person's hand. Other than a mild nostalgia, there was no instinctual draw towards it. He supposed that was because he'd already decided to give it up, but the embarrassment of feeling as if he had done something wrong gave him pause.
"I haven't-" Al's face tensed around the eyes and mouth. "I know they have feelings." He gritted out with great reluctance, feeling as if he had to defend his decision. "I just felt like it wasn't my wand." He blew out a long breath of frustration, feeling an ache between his brows from frowning too hard. "Like it was never really mine." He admitted, shrugging her shoulders as if it didn't matter. It did, of course, because wands were deeply connected with their users - especially a phoenix feather wand.
And suddenly, Al realised the type of person the wandmaker thought that he was. His eyes widening slightly as she spoke of the unyielding pride of Hippogriffs. She thought he wouldn't care for the wand, because he'd discarded his first one. Al felt warmth flood his face and prickle the hairs at the back of his neck. "I'm not some kind of serial wand offender." Al snapped in offence, her warning ringing around his head so that he instinctively loosened the death grip he had on his new wand. "I didn't come here because I got... I got bored." He clarified, feeling like a fool in a spotlight. "I wanted a wand that felt like my own, I didn't know I was committing some kind of wand-related war crime."
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Jan 23, 2022 15:40:51 GMT -7
Post by eleanor gwendolen ollivander on Jan 23, 2022 15:40:51 GMT -7
▲ Considering how the interaction with the boy had gone so far, Nell should have guessed that he would take her comments as a personal attack. She hadn’t meant for it to come across that way, though she could see how it would with the way she had phrased her words. Yes, he could want a brand new wand no questions asked while at the same time she could be upset and sad about a wand being abandoned by its owner. Those were not mutually exclusive things, as much as it seemed like they could be. If anything, the reasoning he finally gave about wanting the new one actually made sense to her. Had he just said that from the start, she would have taken him seriously and placed the hippogriff feather wand in front of him from the get go. There was nothing wrong with not feeling like a wand fit, and she could probably blame her sister for forcing this one into the boy’s hands at eleven years old. Though at the same time, it could still have been the best fit back then. People changed. Before Nell could get a word in about how that was fine and he was allowed to exchange wands regardless, the boy continued, clearly agitated now more than he had been a moment earlier. This was partially her own doing, so she could take a verbal lashing for a few minutes. Nothing really compared to how Veronica lost her marbles and would go on about the most nonsensical things. Like wand boxes not being prepped and ready to go when there weren’t any wands being made for them currently. Or the floor not being swept at the end of the day when it was just going to be done again before opening the next day. Things like that frustrated her. This situation didn’t. “I never said you were,” Nell stated calmly after the boy finished his tirade. “I’m sorry if that came across the way it did. You have a perfectly valid reason for wanting a new wand, and I just wanted to warn you about it because I’ve had people get frustrated over hippogriff feather cores not working for them before.” She didn’t take her eyes off of the new wand the entire time, half expecting it to shoot off sparks like a child throwing a temper tantrum. It didn’t, but she wouldn’t have been surprised if it had. “If that does happen, you can bring it back and we’ll find a better fit. It’s not a problem for me at all.”MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Aug 19, 2022 14:48:11 GMT -7
Post by Albus Severus Potter on Aug 19, 2022 14:48:11 GMT -7
IT WASN'T TOTALLY IMPLAUSIBLE THAT AL MIGHT have overreacted in retrospect. The wandmaker had a very mild demeanour, and in the aftermath of Al's defensive outburst it was only made more evident. Her expression didn't flinch or sour, as he might have expected. Instead, she very calmly answered him, it left Albus feeling a bit sore with guilt. He swallowed roughly, dropping his gaze in a sheepish attempt to avoid eye contact.
"Don't apologise." He muttered, brushing it off with a wave of his hand as he squared his cowardly shoulders and looked up. He was going to be an auror, for Merlin's sake. He could hold a bit of guilty eye contact. "Lost my head a bit, I suppose." He lifted his hand and palmed the back of his neck awkwardly. If anybody took a second look they might find the tips of his ears a shade pinker than usual. "My old wand- it's... it's practically identical to my dads." He sniffed, cringing a bit at the confession. "Guess I always associated it with him, instead of me." He felt stupid for saying as much, but was seized by the overwhelming desire to explain his behaviour. Pushing the galleons across the counter towards her, Albus made a point of putting his old wand right alongside it.
"Thanks," He added sincerely, though she hadn't lifted her eyes once from the wands in front of her. Albus gripped his new companion surely, the wand feeling so balanced in his palm that it may well have been an extension of his arm. "You know, you're pretty good at this." Albus added with a stiff nod of his head. The giddiness of a new wand had clearly overwhelmed him, he was flinging sorrys and compliments around like they were free. "I'll tell my sister about the werewolf whiskers," He smiled thinly, feeling pretty sure of his purchase. With a farewell nod, Albus began backing up towards the shops door, wand still held in his hand as he did, the box tucked under one armpit.
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