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sweetpinkpixie · 12-21-2024, 02:37 AM

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Originally Posted by le wandmaker dude

Aaaand on to the next customer!

Zeke rubbed his hands together as he strode from the register back to the wand fitting area, ready for the next challenge - the next adventure, even - of finding a customer their wand.

"Hello there," he greeted the girl with great enthusiasm, noting as he did - really, it was impossible not to - the case of musical fidgets she seemed to have. "Let's find you your wand, shall we?" And he consulted the measurements, 'hmm'ing to himself as he mentally calculated, going through the usual mental flowchart that would lead them to their most likely candidates. "Excellent. Just a moment, please."

He strode away to the side of the shop, where wands spanned the wall in an unbroken series of shelves, and brought one down from a shelf that was just within his reach before returning to his customer. "All you need to do," he said, lifting off the lid of the wand box and presenting its contents to her, "is give it a wave, and tell me what you think."

"Yes, let's."

It wasn't the wandmaker's fault that her patience was wavering even more than usual, hence the curt nod and roll of the eyes in response to his hospitality, but it also totally was his fault. Calliope had readied herself to accept the first wand offered to her and just make it work regardless, but when the wand in question was revealed to her she found herself immediately back tracking on the ambition to be in and out of her ASAP. "I think...I'll tell you what I think before I give it a wave," she winced as she peered over the box. "I don't like the color of the wood...so I don't think this is the wand for me." She had a vibe, an aesthetic, and this just wasn't it. But then a certain voice nagged the back of her thoughts and she signed heavily before flattening her feet to the floor and offered a hurried sort of curtsey - which looked utterly ridiculous without the frill and volume to fill out the gesture. Way easier to jam in jeans. "Respectfully, I mean."

Yeah, sure, there was that whole don't knock something until you try it but then there was the whole thing about following your gut.

"Another?"

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Originally Posted by wandmaker!

Zeke made his way over to his next customer, giving her his usual smile as he scooped up the list of measurements and not immediately noticing anything out of the ordinary, specifically anything nestled in the girl's hair.

"Hello, hello," he greeted her, then consulted the measurements his trusty parchment had collected in tandem with the measuring tape. "Let's see what we have here, and then we can get to business and find you your wand." Zele clicked his tongue habitually as he considered the numbers, reached the bottom of the list, and nodded to himself. "If you'll just give me two ticks..."

And off he went, scanning his shelves before bending down - ignoring a certain creaking of the knees as he did so - and working out one of the wand boxes from a low down shelf. He returned to the girl, opening up the box.

Zeke was just about to deliver his usual line, at which point he did notice the girl's little ride-along. "Oh! Brought a friend, I see," he said, smiling, then did go ahead and offer the wand to his customer. "Here you are. Just give this a wave, and we'll see what's what."

It wasn't Bria but Picketta that offered those two ticks, which meant the blonde was pressing her finger to her lips and pushing up against her nose to SHUSH the little protector. Relax, she mouthed to the bowtruckle just as the wandmaker returned.

"I promise she won't attack you," she blurted out, wide eyed and head nodding rapidly up and down worse than a bobble head doll inside Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. A polite greeting or thanking the man for his time would have been more appropriate buuuuuuuut a stern reminder for Picketta felt a little more pressing. "She knows to keep her prejudices against wandmakers in the freezer and dad tried explaining to her how both she and people like you play important entwined parts and paths in the circle of magic."

Riiiiiiiiiight, Picketta??

And now it was her turn to take a step forward along that path! Which she did, literally, to pick up the wand and immediately began to giggle. "It...tickles..." she noted, her fingers almost dancing along the handle while she held it. She couldn't quite get her fingers to still over the wood, in fact, and the more she tried the more they bounced until she couldn't hold on to the wand at all. SCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP, up went the wand into the air followed by a loud CRACK as the tip of the wand lodged itself in the wood of the ceiling. "...oh...well...that...that wasn't quite good..."

Right on cue, the bowtruckle untangled herself from the mass of blonde hair and leapt onto a nearby shelf, scaling the walls and charging ahead towards the embedded wand.

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"Hello there," he greeted the girl with great enthusiasm, noting as he did - really, it was impossible not to - the case of musical fidgets she seemed to have. "Let's find you your wand, shall we?" And he consulted the measurements, 'hmm'ing to himself as he mentally calculated, going through the usual mental flowchart that would lead them to their most likely candidates. "Excellent. Just a moment, please." He strode away to the side of the shop, where wands spanned the wall in an unbroken series of shelves, and brought one down from a shelf that was just within his reach before returning to his customer. "All you need to do," he said, lifting off the lid of the wand box and presenting its contents to her, "is give it a wave, and tell me what you think." "Yes, let's." It wasn't the wandmaker's fault that her patience was wavering even more than usual, hence the curt nod and roll of the eyes in response to his hospitality, but it also totally was his fault. Calliope had readied herself to accept the first wand offered to her and just make it work regardless, but when the wand in question was revealed to her she found herself immediately back tracking on the ambition to be in and out of her ASAP. "I think...I'll tell you what I think before I give it a wave," she winced as she peered over the box. "I don't like the color of the wood...so I don't think this is the wand for me." She had a vibe, an aesthetic, and this just wasn't it. But then a certain voice nagged the back of her thoughts and she signed heavily before flattening her feet to the floor and offered a hurried sort of curtsey - which looked utterly ridiculous without the frill and volume to fill out the gesture. Way easier to jam in jeans. "Respectfully, I mean." Yeah, sure, there was that whole don't knock something until you try it but then there was the whole thing about following your gut. "Another?" ―――――☼――――― Quote: Originally Posted by wandmaker! Zeke made his way over to his next customer, giving her his usual smile as he scooped up the list of measurements and not immediately noticing anything out of the ordinary, specifically anything nestled in the girl's hair. "Hello, hello," he greeted her, then consulted the measurements his trusty parchment had collected in tandem with the measuring tape. "Let's see what we have here, and then we can get to business and find you your wand." Zele clicked his tongue habitually as he considered the numbers, reached the bottom of the list, and nodded to himself. "If you'll just give me two ticks..." And off he went, scanning his shelves before bending down - ignoring a certain creaking of the knees as he did so - and working out one of the wand boxes from a low down shelf. He returned to the girl, opening up the box. Zeke was just about to deliver his usual line, at which point he did notice the girl's little ride-along. "Oh! Brought a friend, I see," he said, smiling, then did go ahead and offer the wand to his customer. "Here you are. Just give this a wave, and we'll see what's what." It wasn't Bria but Picketta that offered those two ticks, which meant the blonde was pressing her finger to her lips and pushing up against her nose to SHUSH the little protector. Relax, she mouthed to the bowtruckle just as the wandmaker returned. "I promise she won't attack you," she blurted out, wide eyed and head nodding rapidly up and down worse than a bobble head doll inside Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. A polite greeting or thanking the man for his time would have been more appropriate buuuuuuuut a stern reminder for Picketta felt a little more pressing. "She knows to keep her prejudices against wandmakers in the freezer and dad tried explaining to her how both she and people like you play important entwined parts and paths in the circle of magic." Riiiiiiiiiight, Picketta?? And now it was her turn to take a step forward along that path! Which she did, literally, to pick up the wand and immediately began to giggle. "It...tickles..." she noted, her fingers almost dancing along the handle while she held it. She couldn't quite get her fingers to still over the wood, in fact, and the more she tried the more they bounced until she couldn't hold on to the wand at all. SCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP, up went the wand into the air followed by a loud CRACK as the tip of the wand lodged itself in the wood of the ceiling. "...oh...well...that...that wasn't quite good..." Right on cue, the bowtruckle untangled herself from the mass of blonde hair and leapt onto a nearby shelf, scaling the walls and charging ahead towards the embedded wand. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 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