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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch

The water didn't have time to soak through her shoes before mr wandman had made the water vanish with a quick flick of his wand. Tiana was silently appreciative because wet, and cold socks were never funny to endure especially when she hated being cold. Tiana overheard how Tyler apprently found his right wand, and that made her even more eager, and determined to find her own too. She didn't want her twin to leave with a shiny wand, and not her. Nope, not going to happen if she had something to say about it.

Accepting the new wand that came out of the next box, Tiana eyed it for moment, finding the right feel in her hand before giving the wand a firm flick. She felt how warmth, and energy flowed up through her hand, and into her wand, and watched with a gaping mouth how a number of red roses left the tip of her wand, and had within seconds formed a whole rosebush in front of her feet. "Wow, that felt amazing!..Warm, energized and just right...I've found my match, haven't I Mr wandman?" She was practically bouncing now on her feet with excitement, and happiness.

Victor watched with a soft smile, hands clasped behind his back, though something in his posture had gone still. He felt it the moment the magic took — warmth rising through the girl's hand into the wand — and his dark chocolate eyes lit with quiet delight. When the roses burst forth, rich and red, curling and climbing into a living bush at her feet, a quiet breath left him. For just a flicker of a second, something more tender crossed his face... an echo of another garden, another pair of hands, pink roses laughing in the sun. "Ah… claro," he murmured warmly and something almost wistful.
That was the difference. "I thought the two of you might get on rather well."

His gaze lingered on the rosebush a moment longer before returning to her, something quietly satisfied settling into his expression.

"And you may continue to call me Mr. Wandman, if you like," he added, the faintest curl of amusement at the corner of his mouth. "Though Victor will also suffice."

He stepped closer, not to reclaim the wand, but to reach toward one of the blooms themselves. His fingers steadied one of the roses, brushing over the petals with a gentleness recalling another bouquet of roses entirely, lighter in hue, softer in sentiment that currently sat in a vase on the counter.

"Alder," he continued, voice easing back into its quiet cadence. "11¾ springy alder with clabbert horn. A wand that chooses kind hands.” His eyes lifted back to the girl. "Alder favors those who are considerate, steady, and quietly capable. It is particularly well suited to protective magic… and to those who look after others, even when they are unsure of themselves." He paused a moment, his hand retreating to his pocket. "And this core Clabbert horn is rather rare. It has a natural affinity for growth. Plants, certainly…" He gestured towards the rosebush. "...but also in magic that nurtures, restores, and protects."

Victor straightened then, folding his hands lightly before him once more.

"Your wand will, of course, come with the standard cardboard box," he nodded, "and you may choose a holster — wrist, ankle, or hip, whichever suits your habits best." His gaze softened just a fraction. "Will you be needing anything further today? Polish, perhaps… or something to ensure its proper care?"

[11¾ springy alder with clabbert horn]

Quote:

Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

“I had not thought of that,’’ Eloy responded, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “It’ll be an interesting partnership for sure, with us being that way to each other.” It was not lost on him that he was talking about the wand as though it were human. But wands were not exactly ‘dead weight’ or completely inanimate, were they? At least in his opinion. “Oh, yes.” El grinned sheepishly. “That’s excellent advice, Mister! Definitely would not want to cause permanent harm to myself or anyone else because of something I accidentally did.”

Wrist holsters. Interesting. Naturally this made El a curious El. Again. “Why is that? Do I come back when I’m about to start my second year at Hogwarts for a regular holster?” His head went for a slight tilt as he pondered on which colour to go with. Both were excellent options in his opinion. In the end, El figured that perhaps most go for brown so he went in the opposite direction - “Muted green, please.”

Ah, a bundle! Why did he not think of that before? More products at a reduced cost? It was a bargain! Not that there was need for him to worry about money. “I want the best for my wand so I’ll have that bundle, in addition to the Strengthening oil.” All these products popped another question into his mind. “Does a manual or a guide come with those? I mean… how often would I need to use the Strengthening oil, for example? Is there such a thing as over-polishing? Oh, and that would be all. How much would the cost be?"

"Wrist holsters are… practical," he explained, turning back towards the display and selecting a muted green leather holster. "At your age, they allow for easier access while keeping the wand secure. Less to think about while you are still learning control. Wrist holsters are regular holsters, just like waist and ankle ones. Though, you are of course welcome to come back for a different sort should you find your preference change in time. Only experience informs such choices, after all."

The rest of the boy's selections were gathered quickly, each placed neatly beside the others in a paper bag.

"The instructions are provided on the backs of the bottles," Victor nodded, tapping one of the bottles lightly before slipping it inside. "Clear enough to follow, I should think." And, hopefully, the boy's guardians would have enough experience with suc things to answer any questions he may have ― though he was always available via owl for such things as well. "Strengthening oil is not something you will require often — once at the end of each school term ought to suffice."

Victor finished making sure everything was arranged neatly within the bag before glancing back up at the boy again, the faintest hint of amusement returning to his voice.

"And yes — there is such a thing as over-polishing. Moderation will serve you better than enthusiasm in that regard. If your wand should start slipping out of your hand while wielding it, you have certainly go beyond the threshold of reasonable polishing practices."

He then straightened, hands settling lightly against the counter.

"The total," Victor said, "for your wand, holster, Bundle One, and strengthening oil…" A brief beat while he double checked his tallies. "…will come to 21 galleons even."

Quote:

Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

Saina had forgotten just how much available products there were when it came to wand care. As it should be! Wands deserved to be pampered. She did believe there was Conditioning Oil at home but as she now had a wand of her very own, the girl wanted to have everything so that she wouldn’t be bothering her family members for theirs. “I think a bundle would be wonderful, one inclusive of Conditioning Oil.”

Her chubby face fell when it was revealed that holsters were usually plain. Now that she thought deeply about it, Sai had only ever seen the plain type. But! There was an alternative, one that made her bob her head excitedly. “A little added cost will be of no problem,’’ she remarked with all the certainty of the world. She peeked at her dad, knowing he’d be okay with her decision. “I’d love to have a floral carving done! I do adore all sorts of flowers, but mostly white petaled ones with a yellow center - so those resembling daisies and chamomile.” Aside from their beauty, those sorts of flowers tended to proliferate, adding more to delightfulness to life.

Victor inclined his head as she spoke, listening not only to the request itself, but to the careful way she chose it and the meaning tucked just beneath the words. There was always a reason, with children. Sometimes they knew it, sometimes they didn't, but always paired with pure wonder.

He turned then and began assembling the pieces of her bundle.

"Daisies," he repeated, more to himself than to her. "White petals… yellow center." His gaze dropped to the walnut wand resting in its box, studying it and considering not whether it could be done, but how it ought to be done.

"That will suit it," he nodded with the hint of a grin.

"Since engraving is a specialty service," he continued. "It will require approximately an hour to complete." His mouth curved faintly, not quite a smile, but near enough. "You need not wait here unless you wish to," he added. "There are vendors just along the way, as well as the butterbeer cart, that may be preferable ways of passing the time."

For a fleeting second, the thought seemed to linger with him — sunlight, sweetness, a child ― his daughter ― with something cool in her hands and nothing to worry over but the foam at the rim.

"You may pay now or when the engraving is complete," he said, easing back into the rhythm of the transaction without losing that warmth entirely. "For your wand, the bundle, and the engraving… the total comes to eighteen galleons."

Quote:

Originally Posted by Charely Potter

Was that all? "Wow, that sounds so cool!" Getting a dragon one reminded Tyler about the stories of his dad's work life and the one time he was with a team of people at the sight with dragons. "I'm very happy, sir. Erm, I suppose just the usual holster and case always comes with it right? Cause I think that's all I really need." Well, once Tiana gets her wand. Because he wasn't leaving without his sister.

"I do have a question, with this wand being so big, it's one I grow into right? Does the wand grow with me physically? Like what if I become so tall the wand looks small in my hand?" Maybe it was a bit exaggerated, but Tyler didn't want his life wand to eventually feel like a toothpick.

His head turned momentarily to see Tiana produce red roses out of their wand. "That's so pretty! I bet mum would love some of those."

Victor listened without interruption, the boy's enthusiasm spilling out in uneven edges—questions folding into observations, practicalities chasing wonder, thoughts beginning to proliferate the moment they were given space, branching faster than they could be neatly organized. It was a familiar rhythm... wonderful in its own unpolished way, and one that made the work feel worthwhile, every scorch mark and careful repair included.

A faint warmth settled into Victor’s expression as he took it in.

"Mm," he hummed softly in acknowledgment, setting a well-fitted case alongside the wand with careful alignment. "Yes. A wrist, waist, or ankle holster and cardboard are provided as standard. A wand, after all, is not meant to be carried carelessly. But perhaps your preference of holster or box is of a different taste ― I try not to assume."

Especially with three holster options.

At the question, however, Victor’s attention shifted more fully. He glanced up, studying the for a moment. "A fair concern," he nodded, reaching for the wand ―　not to take it away, but to balance it lightly across his palm as though illustrating a point.　"A wand does not grow in the physical sense," he explained. "Its length remains as it was crafted. However…the relationship between wizard and wand is not so rigid. As you grow — physically, magically, and otherwise — the wand adjusts in subtler ways. Balance and responsiveness, for example. It will not become lesser in your hand simply because you have become more. It meets you where you are… and where you are going."

He gathered what items he could for the time being and returned his attention to the boy.

"For your wand," he began, "…the cost comes to ten galleons."

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Tiana overheard how Tyler apprently found his right wand, and that made her even more eager, and determined to find her own too. She didn't want her twin to leave with a shiny wand, and not her. Nope, not going to happen if she had something to say about it. Accepting the new wand that came out of the next box, Tiana eyed it for moment, finding the right feel in her hand before giving the wand a firm flick. She felt how warmth, and energy flowed up through her hand, and into her wand, and watched with a gaping mouth how a number of red roses left the tip of her wand, and had within seconds formed a whole rosebush in front of her feet. "Wow, that felt amazing!..Warm, energized and just right...I've found my match, haven't I Mr wandman?" She was practically bouncing now on her feet with excitement, and happiness. Victor watched with a soft smile, hands clasped behind his back, though something in his posture had gone still. He felt it the moment the magic took — warmth rising through the girl's hand into the wand — and his dark chocolate eyes lit with quiet delight. When the roses burst forth, rich and red, curling and climbing into a living bush at her feet, a quiet breath left him. For just a flicker of a second, something more tender crossed his face... an echo of another garden, another pair of hands, pink roses laughing in the sun. "Ah… claro," he murmured warmly and something almost wistful. That was the difference. "I thought the two of you might get on rather well." His gaze lingered on the rosebush a moment longer before returning to her, something quietly satisfied settling into his expression. "And you may continue to call me Mr. Wandman, if you like," he added, the faintest curl of amusement at the corner of his mouth. "Though Victor will also suffice." He stepped closer, not to reclaim the wand, but to reach toward one of the blooms themselves. His fingers steadied one of the roses, brushing over the petals with a gentleness recalling another bouquet of roses entirely, lighter in hue, softer in sentiment that currently sat in a vase on the counter. "Alder," he continued, voice easing back into its quiet cadence. "11¾ springy alder with clabbert horn. A wand that chooses kind hands.” His eyes lifted back to the girl. "Alder favors those who are considerate, steady, and quietly capable. It is particularly well suited to protective magic… and to those who look after others, even when they are unsure of themselves." He paused a moment, his hand retreating to his pocket. "And this core Clabbert horn is rather rare. It has a natural affinity for growth. Plants, certainly…" He gestured towards the rosebush. "...but also in magic that nurtures, restores, and protects." Victor straightened then, folding his hands lightly before him once more. "Your wand will, of course, come with the standard cardboard box," he nodded, "and you may choose a holster — wrist, ankle, or hip, whichever suits your habits best." His gaze softened just a fraction. "Will you be needing anything further today? Polish, perhaps… or something to ensure its proper care?" [11¾ springy alder with clabbert horn] Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 “I had not thought of that,’’ Eloy responded, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “It’ll be an interesting partnership for sure, with us being that way to each other.” It was not lost on him that he was talking about the wand as though it were human. But wands were not exactly ‘dead weight’ or completely inanimate, were they? At least in his opinion. “Oh, yes.” El grinned sheepishly. “That’s excellent advice, Mister! Definitely would not want to cause permanent harm to myself or anyone else because of something I accidentally did.” Wrist holsters. Interesting. Naturally this made El a curious El. Again. “Why is that? Do I come back when I’m about to start my second year at Hogwarts for a regular holster?” His head went for a slight tilt as he pondered on which colour to go with. Both were excellent options in his opinion. In the end, El figured that perhaps most go for brown so he went in the opposite direction - “Muted green, please.” Ah, a bundle! Why did he not think of that before? More products at a reduced cost? It was a bargain! Not that there was need for him to worry about money. “I want the best for my wand so I’ll have that bundle, in addition to the Strengthening oil.” All these products popped another question into his mind. “Does a manual or a guide come with those? I mean… how often would I need to use the Strengthening oil, for example? Is there such a thing as over-polishing? Oh, and that would be all. How much would the cost be?" "Wrist holsters are… practical," he explained, turning back towards the display and selecting a muted green leather holster. "At your age, they allow for easier access while keeping the wand secure. Less to think about while you are still learning control. Wrist holsters are regular holsters, just like waist and ankle ones. Though, you are of course welcome to come back for a different sort should you find your preference change in time. Only experience informs such choices, after all." The rest of the boy's selections were gathered quickly, each placed neatly beside the others in a paper bag. "The instructions are provided on the backs of the bottles," Victor nodded, tapping one of the bottles lightly before slipping it inside. "Clear enough to follow, I should think." And, hopefully, the boy's guardians would have enough experience with suc things to answer any questions he may have ― though he was always available via owl for such things as well. "Strengthening oil is not something you will require often — once at the end of each school term ought to suffice." Victor finished making sure everything was arranged neatly within the bag before glancing back up at the boy again, the faintest hint of amusement returning to his voice. "And yes — there is such a thing as over-polishing. Moderation will serve you better than enthusiasm in that regard. If your wand should start slipping out of your hand while wielding it, you have certainly go beyond the threshold of reasonable polishing practices." He then straightened, hands settling lightly against the counter. "The total," Victor said, "for your wand, holster, Bundle One, and strengthening oil…" A brief beat while he double checked his tallies. "…will come to 21 galleons even." Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 Saina had forgotten just how much available products there were when it came to wand care. As it should be! Wands deserved to be pampered. She did believe there was Conditioning Oil at home but as she now had a wand of her very own, the girl wanted to have everything so that she wouldn’t be bothering her family members for theirs. “I think a bundle would be wonderful, one inclusive of Conditioning Oil.” Her chubby face fell when it was revealed that holsters were usually plain. Now that she thought deeply about it, Sai had only ever seen the plain type. But! There was an alternative, one that made her bob her head excitedly. “A little added cost will be of no problem,’’ she remarked with all the certainty of the world. She peeked at her dad, knowing he’d be okay with her decision. “I’d love to have a floral carving done! I do adore all sorts of flowers, but mostly white petaled ones with a yellow center - so those resembling daisies and chamomile.” Aside from their beauty, those sorts of flowers tended to proliferate, adding more to delightfulness to life. Victor inclined his head as she spoke, listening not only to the request itself, but to the careful way she chose it and the meaning tucked just beneath the words. There was always a reason, with children. Sometimes they knew it, sometimes they didn't, but always paired with pure wonder. He turned then and began assembling the pieces of her bundle. "Daisies," he repeated, more to himself than to her. "White petals… yellow center." His gaze dropped to the walnut wand resting in its box, studying it and considering not whether it could be done, but how it ought to be done. "That will suit it," he nodded with the hint of a grin. "Since engraving is a specialty service," he continued. "It will require approximately an hour to complete." His mouth curved faintly, not quite a smile, but near enough. "You need not wait here unless you wish to," he added. "There are vendors just along the way, as well as the butterbeer cart, that may be preferable ways of passing the time." For a fleeting second, the thought seemed to linger with him — sunlight, sweetness, a child ― his daughter ― with something cool in her hands and nothing to worry over but the foam at the rim. "You may pay now or when the engraving is complete," he said, easing back into the rhythm of the transaction without losing that warmth entirely. "For your wand, the bundle, and the engraving… the total comes to eighteen galleons." Quote: Originally Posted by Charely Potter Was that all? "Wow, that sounds so cool!" Getting a dragon one reminded Tyler about the stories of his dad's work life and the one time he was with a team of people at the sight with dragons. "I'm very happy, sir. Erm, I suppose just the usual holster and case always comes with it right? Cause I think that's all I really need." Well, once Tiana gets her wand. Because he wasn't leaving without his sister. "I do have a question, with this wand being so big, it's one I grow into right? Does the wand grow with me physically? Like what if I become so tall the wand looks small in my hand?" Maybe it was a bit exaggerated, but Tyler didn't want his life wand to eventually feel like a toothpick. His head turned momentarily to see Tiana produce red roses out of their wand. "That's so pretty! I bet mum would love some of those." Victor listened without interruption, the boy's enthusiasm spilling out in uneven edges—questions folding into observations, practicalities chasing wonder, thoughts beginning to proliferate the moment they were given space, branching faster than they could be neatly organized. It was a familiar rhythm... wonderful in its own unpolished way, and one that made the work feel worthwhile, every scorch mark and careful repair included. A faint warmth settled into Victor’s expression as he took it in. "Mm," he hummed softly in acknowledgment, setting a well-fitted case alongside the wand with careful alignment. "Yes. A wrist, waist, or ankle holster and cardboard are provided as standard. A wand, after all, is not meant to be carried carelessly. But perhaps your preference of holster or box is of a different taste ― I try not to assume." Especially with three holster options. At the question, however, Victor’s attention shifted more fully. He glanced up, studying the for a moment. "A fair concern," he nodded, reaching for the wand ―　not to take it away, but to balance it lightly across his palm as though illustrating a point.　"A wand does not grow in the physical sense," he explained. "Its length remains as it was crafted. However…the relationship between wizard and wand is not so rigid. As you grow — physically, magically, and otherwise — the wand adjusts in subtler ways. Balance and responsiveness, for example. It will not become lesser in your hand simply because you have become more. It meets you where you are… and where you are going." He gathered what items he could for the time being and returned his attention to the boy. "For your wand," he began, "…the cost comes to ten galleons." __________________ 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