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sweetpinkpixie · 04-18-2026, 02:00 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Zoe

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."

Quote:

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."

Quote:

Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

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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sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,560 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Jae-hyuk Anouilh Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Quote: Originally Posted by Zoe 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." Quote: 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." Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19** 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." __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like