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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie 
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." Miguel let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding as the measuring tape slithered away, his hand still hovering midair like he wasn't entirely convinced it wouldn't come back for round two.
"Okay, okay, cool, yeah, totally normal," he said, voice a little too fast. The camera was already back up in his hands. Click. He caught the tape just as it draped itself over the man's shoulder, then lowered the lens, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Your assistant is intenso," he added, half-laughing. "Like, I thought my abuela with a sewing kit was scary, but that—" He gestured vaguely in the air where the tape had been. "That's next level, señor."
His attention snapped immediately to the wand box the moment Victor revealed it, the rest of the shop momentarily falling away. Miguel stepped closer, slower this time, like he'd finally realized that maybe this part required a little more care than frantic photo-taking.
Still, the camera came up again almost instinctively. Click.
"Sorry, I—this is just—" he lowered it, exhaling, eyes flicking between the wand and the man. "Like, if I don't take pictures, I'm gonna think I made it all up later."
At the question, he huffed a soft laugh, shifting his grip on the camera strap.
"Uh, bit of both, I guess?" he said. "Albums when I'm trying to look like I have everything together. Strings and corkboards when I don't." A beat. "So... mostly strings and corkboards."
His gaze drifted back to the wand, lingering now, something quieter threading through the excitement. There was still wonder there, but it had settled into something more focused, like a burgeoning awareness that this moment mattered in a way he couldn't fully explain yet.
"You said it's ready? How do you know it's ... that it's for me?" he asked as he reached out, pausing just short of the box, glancing up for a split second as if asking permission without quite saying it. "Lo siento. Pero what do I do? First time anywhere like this."
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