 Devad Dreamer, Ciara Patterson, Baek Ji-Ho ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Devad swallowed the urge to manoeuvre his fingers in mid air as though he were playing a cello. Because… that’s right! He was here to get a wand, not get his very own cello. If it had been the latter, he certainly would have been far more excited; perhaps even bouncing at his dad’s side as a few other wand newbies seemed to be doing. Little did the guy know what was in store for him in the very, very near future thanks to the generosity of said awesome dad. “Does it generally take many tries to get the right wand? Did you or Diallo take a long time?” Maybe Dev would get lucky by finding his match on the first try.
Now paying more attention to what was happening around him, Dev noted that the other children were taking turns to be measured by the measuring tape. Perhaps it was their excitement that was contagious but he felt his own step a notch up. Just think! His very own wand! “Okay, here I go!” After grinning at his dad, Dev marched up to the now-free measuring tape. “Show me what ya got!”
Immediately the tape began swooping around here and there. Devad stood there, in a whole lot of awkwardness and with his hands held loosely at his side. The tape spanned his narrow shoulders, his wrists and even the circumferences of his ankles. “Um. What even is the point of measuring my ankles?” he mused quietly. Not that the tape could answer, obviously. But hey! Now he could move onto the next step, right? Since the tape seemed to be done with its job.
“Can you make me a cup of hot chocolate when we get back home, daddy? Please?” Ciara asked brightly as she pushed a few strands of her reddish-brown hair out of her freckly face. Point to note: this young lady only drank hot chocolate made by the impressive man at her side. “And maybe we can have a few strawberry wafers?” It was quite obvious she possessed a sweet tooth.
Anyway.
CeeCee was highly motivated to get home, yes, but she wanted to savour the moments that would lead to her securing a wand of her own. She could not resist fidgeting in anticipation as she awaited her turn with the tape. When it was free again, the girl jogged over. Yep. THAT was how eager she was!
The thing was, Ciara did not know whether to feel silly or amused as the tape flitted around. Was it necessary to measure the length of her hair? The individual length of her fingers, maybe. Definitely not the width of her chin though. Cee allowed the tape to do its work without complaint, which did not last much longer.
Little Baek Ji-Ho was certainly feeling the air of eagerness as he headed into Ollivander’s with his mother, Sooki. He felt light on his feet, so perhaps this was why he seemingly flew through the door and into the shop. He paused briefly to say a few words to his mum then hurried over to await his turn with that peculiar measuring tape. There were times when he clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle a giggle because the tape measured the oddest of places sometimes.
Then came his turn!
Baek’s eyes followed it as best as they could, grinning all the while so that his face actually hurt a bit. He wondered, if the tape could have human feelings, would love and enjoy its job. The boy supposed he’d never know that answer, but that was okay. Now he’d just focus on heading over to try wands. |