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sweetpinkpixie · 04-23-2026, 11:18 AM

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Originally Posted by Charely Potter

Tyler took a moment to process what the Wandmaker said. So it wouldn't physically grow with him, but in other ways, to fit the mold. Least that was how he took it. Nodding, "I see. Okay, I guess that makes sense. And if it somehow did have a problem down the line I could always come back and get it fixed or a new one." Smiles here.

Hearing the price he gasped. "Wait, it costs money?!" Before laughing, "I'm just kidding, there's no way your shop would survive without the fees." Digging into his pocket he counted ten galleons out onto the counter to pay for it. "Actually, could I get the same type of extras my sis asked for with my wand? Just so me and my sis are getting the same items other than my wand." Not that his parents would mind, but they would question why he spent less money than Tiana. "So here's the extra galleons and sickles." Counting out 3 more galleons and 8 sickles to total the same 13 galleons and eight sickles onto the counter. Twinsies for life!

"Sí," he said, a quiet warmth settling into his smile. "You may return — and I would encourage it — should you ever need repairs, restorations, or simply guidance. Owls also know their way here, should the need arise." A small pause followed, softer than before, his gaze steady but kind as it rested on the boy's face. "Though… it is best to give both yourself and the wand time to understand one another before assuming any fault."

There was little room for him to answer the boy's humor about cost, though the faintest hint of amusement touched the corner of his mouth. He accepted the coins without ceremony, counting them with practiced fingers before setting them aside in a tidy stack.

When the boy spoke again — requesting additions and offering his reasoning — Victor's eyes shifted, just briefly, toward where the sister stood. Something softer passed through his expression before his attention returned.

"Of course," he said with an affirming nod.

He turned and moved through the shop, selecting what was needed and placing them beside the wand box with the same thoughtful precision he had shown before, aligning them as though the arrangement itself carried meaning.

"13 galleons and 8 sickles," he confirmed, lifting the bag and offering it forward. "Take care of it," Victor added, his voice gentler now, touched with something almost paternal. "Power may come easily to a wand such as yours… but control is something you grow into. Give yourself that time."

Quote:

Originally Posted by Kimothy

Bisan Helena had likely talked her tutor's ear off when it came to all her queries on wandlore, the wand fitting process, and the best kinds of wood and core pairings possible. She would like to have only the best one available to her. Suppose, if her first wand wasn't that nice, she could always get a second some other time. But you only experience your first wand fitting once in a lifetime, and she needed the moment to count.

As she entered the shop, the eleven-year-old found herself wanting to go straight for the wand displays and looking through each of them. Perhaps admiring the craftsmanship, perhaps testing which wand looked the prettiest. Although Bisan aimed to be as behaved and as sophisticated as she can be, there was always the innate childish urge to grab a couple and play with them. Hold as many as she could with one hand and wave all of them at the same time. Or use them as drumsticks. Or build a stick tent thing.

It will stay an urge. Tempting, but no.

And how many more measurements did the tape need? Bisan had been briefed about the procedure prior to this, of course. She just did not want to make it known to everyone that all the measuring was tickling her a bit.

Dios mío.

There were always a handful, each summer — the ones who carried a little extra something beyond the usual spark of children stepping through the Ollivanders door for the first time.The sort of energy that felt as though it might spill over… or burn too brightly... if given the slightest push.

His attention lingered on her a fraction longer than usual, not out of suspicion, but like a teacher watching a student he already knew might need a steadier hand.

He waited... but the moment never came.

The measuring tape slipped back into his hand in a loose coil and Victor gathered it absently, smoothing it once between his fingers before letting it rest. His shoulders eased slightly as his focus returned to the girl.

"Good day," he greeted, his smile easy. "I'll be back in just a moment."

As he passed, his fingers brushed lightly along the shelves and paused where he expected the box to be, only to find the space empty. A faint crease formed between his brows.

"…hm."

For a moment, he simply stood there, hands settling at his hip as his gaze moved across the rows and exhaled softly, the sound touched with wry amusement.

"Rearranging themselves again, are we…" he murmured under his breath.

At last, he spotted it... just out of reach. With a small shake of his head, he stepped onto a nearby ladder, climbing about halfway up. The wood gave a soft creak under his weight as he reached and drew the box free. When he returned to her, the box rested easily in his hand.

"For your consideration," Victor smiled, his voice warm again as he opened it, angling it gently toward her. "Go on," he added, his free hand lifting in a small encouraging gesture. "Pick it up and give it a little flourish."

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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 Charely Potter Tyler took a moment to process what the Wandmaker said. So it wouldn't physically grow with him, but in other ways, to fit the mold. Least that was how he took it. Nodding, "I see. Okay, I guess that makes sense. And if it somehow did have a problem down the line I could always come back and get it fixed or a new one." Smiles here. Hearing the price he gasped. "Wait, it costs money?!" Before laughing, "I'm just kidding, there's no way your shop would survive without the fees." Digging into his pocket he counted ten galleons out onto the counter to pay for it. "Actually, could I get the same type of extras my sis asked for with my wand? Just so me and my sis are getting the same items other than my wand." Not that his parents would mind, but they would question why he spent less money than Tiana. "So here's the extra galleons and sickles." Counting out 3 more galleons and 8 sickles to total the same 13 galleons and eight sickles onto the counter. Twinsies for life! "Sí," he said, a quiet warmth settling into his smile. "You may return — and I would encourage it — should you ever need repairs, restorations, or simply guidance. Owls also know their way here, should the need arise." A small pause followed, softer than before, his gaze steady but kind as it rested on the boy's face. "Though… it is best to give both yourself and the wand time to understand one another before assuming any fault." There was little room for him to answer the boy's humor about cost, though the faintest hint of amusement touched the corner of his mouth. He accepted the coins without ceremony, counting them with practiced fingers before setting them aside in a tidy stack. When the boy spoke again — requesting additions and offering his reasoning — Victor's eyes shifted, just briefly, toward where the sister stood. Something softer passed through his expression before his attention returned. "Of course," he said with an affirming nod. He turned and moved through the shop, selecting what was needed and placing them beside the wand box with the same thoughtful precision he had shown before, aligning them as though the arrangement itself carried meaning. "13 galleons and 8 sickles," he confirmed, lifting the bag and offering it forward. "Take care of it," Victor added, his voice gentler now, touched with something almost paternal. "Power may come easily to a wand such as yours… but control is something you grow into. Give yourself that time." Quote: Originally Posted by Kimothy Bisan Helena had likely talked her tutor's ear off when it came to all her queries on wandlore, the wand fitting process, and the best kinds of wood and core pairings possible. She would like to have only the best one available to her. Suppose, if her first wand wasn't that nice, she could always get a second some other time. But you only experience your first wand fitting once in a lifetime, and she needed the moment to count. As she entered the shop, the eleven-year-old found herself wanting to go straight for the wand displays and looking through each of them. Perhaps admiring the craftsmanship, perhaps testing which wand looked the prettiest. Although Bisan aimed to be as behaved and as sophisticated as she can be, there was always the innate childish urge to grab a couple and play with them. Hold as many as she could with one hand and wave all of them at the same time. Or use them as drumsticks. Or build a stick tent thing. It will stay an urge. Tempting, but no. And how many more measurements did the tape need? Bisan had been briefed about the procedure prior to this, of course. She just did not want to make it known to everyone that all the measuring was tickling her a bit. Dios mío. There were always a handful, each summer — the ones who carried a little extra something beyond the usual spark of children stepping through the Ollivanders door for the first time.The sort of energy that felt as though it might spill over… or burn too brightly... if given the slightest push. His attention lingered on her a fraction longer than usual, not out of suspicion, but like a teacher watching a student he already knew might need a steadier hand. He waited... but the moment never came. The measuring tape slipped back into his hand in a loose coil and Victor gathered it absently, smoothing it once between his fingers before letting it rest. His shoulders eased slightly as his focus returned to the girl. "Good day," he greeted, his smile easy. "I'll be back in just a moment." As he passed, his fingers brushed lightly along the shelves and paused where he expected the box to be, only to find the space empty. A faint crease formed between his brows. "…hm." For a moment, he simply stood there, hands settling at his hip as his gaze moved across the rows and exhaled softly, the sound touched with wry amusement. "Rearranging themselves again, are we…" he murmured under his breath. At last, he spotted it... just out of reach. With a small shake of his head, he stepped onto a nearby ladder, climbing about halfway up. The wood gave a soft creak under his weight as he reached and drew the box free. When he returned to her, the box rested easily in his hand. "For your consideration," Victor smiled, his voice warm again as he opened it, angling it gently toward her. "Go on," he added, his free hand lifting in a small encouraging gesture. "Pick it up and give it a little flourish." __________________ 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