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feeheeheeny · 09-30-2013, 03:01 PM

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Originally Posted by Tegz

This was what doom felt like. Ira's mood turned increasingly sour and fatalistic as children began to arrive, but at least they were following instructions. Ira started walking around amongst the desks, checking the permission slips and the wand information listed, pausing here and there to double check that things were filled out right, but not making any particular effort to talk to or engage with anyone.

... at least not until they started saying words. To him. Words to him. Ehhh. This was going to be a long bloody day wasn't it?

Sigh. Something resembling a smile happened. Like it wasn't a good one, but at least it wasn't nightmarish either. Encouraging future wandmakers wasn't SUCH a bad thing, he supposed. He just nodded. Nod. Yes. Nod. Uh huh. Welcome. Etc. Don't make this longer than it needs to be, kid.

.... but okay, he was almost glad that the little girl was here. For now.

.... could he start? He was going to start. Ira didn't care if it was a bit early because the sooner he started the sooner it would be over with and he could be DONE.

AHEM. He cleared his throat.

"You should all know what a wand is. I'm not going to harp on about basic definitions, and I'm going to keep the inane questions to a minimum since I don't particularly want to waste my time. YOU lot can ask questions, and I'll choose to answer them if they're worth answering." Paaaaaaaaause. And vice versa, he supposed. Honestly Ira didn't give a kneazle's rear if people participated or not. That was on them.

"I'm Ira Banner. I'm a wandmaker. And an author. All my books are about wands. I don't care about other things. I'm here because I have to be to promote my new book, and because," He paused and then said as if it was something he had to say, "Ollivanders Wand Shop and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry have for many generations shared the goal of helping Magical folk become the best possible witches and wizards they can be. You can't do that without a quality wand, or without a quality education. Ollivanders have generously sponsored this seminar. Ollivanders Wand Shop: makers of fine wands since 382 BC." This all in a monotone by the way. Because who cared really? Just getting the necessary stuff said.

"We're going on a field trip today, but first we have to talk about things. Wand things." And don't think he wouldn't just leave people behind if they fell asleep or whatever. Best pay attention.

"Does anyone know how many standard wand woods Ollivanders uses, and also: name some." There were plenty. Mhmm. Might surprise them really.

He was nodding, which fed Sophie's unabashed delight and she sat straighter in her chair, a grin from ear to ear. He REMEMBERED. He KNEW. He thought it was gonna be fun, TOO. The first year bounced ever so slightly in her chair, unable to keep her excitement from bursting from her entire being. THIS WAS ALREADY THE BEST DAY OF HER HOGWARTS LIFE.

But WHAT? Someone dropped their wand in the ocean? Sophie gave that boy a glare. Rude.

So his name was Ira Banner. Her hero and inspiration. She wrote the name down since she hadn't known it before, then her eyes grew wide. HE WAS AN AUTHOR? HE HAD BOOKS? Did he have them with him? Could she see them and write down their titles? Or could she buy them on the spot? How many were there? Sophie bet they had all sorts of super useful information that would further her knowledge about wands. She wanted to know it ALL.

How many woods? A whole lot. As other students offered some, she jotted them down quickly. There were... probably more than she thought, so she threw up a hand and out came a number higher than what she instinctively decided upon as she spoke matter-of-factly so it seemed as though it was an educated answer, "Eighty-seven." Probably. Could there be over a hundred? She considered saying that instead, but a solid number felt better to rattle off than a rough estimate. Or was this some kind of trick question? What did a STANDARD wood mean? What if she named something that WASN'T standard? And only some? She wanted to try to be an overachiever and name as many woods as she could that the others hadn't already said, but Sophie added, her hand still raised, spewing one after another in quick succession, "Maple, Willow, Hornbeam, Walnut, Spruce, Fir." There. Some. Her hand was down now and she leaned forward on her desk, eager to hear if she was right with all of them and for Ira to continue along, wanting to soak up every word he uttered.

09-30-2013, 03:01 PM	#40 (permalink)
feeheeheeny Mod Babysitter Dwarf Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: #8000FF Posts: 35,308 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia "Mia" Adair Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Leigh Upstead Hufflepuff Fifth Year x11	be curious, not judgmental Text Cut: IRAAAAAAaa Quote: Originally Posted by Tegz This was what doom felt like. Ira's mood turned increasingly sour and fatalistic as children began to arrive, but at least they were following instructions. Ira started walking around amongst the desks, checking the permission slips and the wand information listed, pausing here and there to double check that things were filled out right, but not making any particular effort to talk to or engage with anyone. ... at least not until they started saying words. To him. Words to him. Ehhh. This was going to be a long bloody day wasn't it? Sigh. Something resembling a smile happened. Like it wasn't a good one, but at least it wasn't nightmarish either. Encouraging future wandmakers wasn't SUCH a bad thing, he supposed. He just nodded. Nod. Yes. Nod. Uh huh. Welcome. Etc. Don't make this longer than it needs to be, kid. .... but okay, he was almost glad that the little girl was here. For now. .... could he start? He was going to start. Ira didn't care if it was a bit early because the sooner he started the sooner it would be over with and he could be DONE. AHEM. He cleared his throat. "You should all know what a wand is. I'm not going to harp on about basic definitions, and I'm going to keep the inane questions to a minimum since I don't particularly want to waste my time. YOU lot can ask questions, and I'll choose to answer them if they're worth answering." Paaaaaaaaause. And vice versa, he supposed. Honestly Ira didn't give a kneazle's rear if people participated or not. That was on them. "I'm Ira Banner. I'm a wandmaker. And an author. All my books are about wands. I don't care about other things. I'm here because I have to be to promote my new book, and because," He paused and then said as if it was something he had to say, "Ollivanders Wand Shop and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry have for many generations shared the goal of helping Magical folk become the best possible witches and wizards they can be. You can't do that without a quality wand, or without a quality education. Ollivanders have generously sponsored this seminar. Ollivanders Wand Shop: makers of fine wands since 382 BC." This all in a monotone by the way. Because who cared really? Just getting the necessary stuff said. "We're going on a field trip today, but first we have to talk about things. Wand things." And don't think he wouldn't just leave people behind if they fell asleep or whatever. Best pay attention. "Does anyone know how many standard wand woods Ollivanders uses, and also: name some." There were plenty. Mhmm. Might surprise them really. He was nodding, which fed Sophie's unabashed delight and she sat straighter in her chair, a grin from ear to ear. He REMEMBERED. He KNEW. He thought it was gonna be fun, TOO. The first year bounced ever so slightly in her chair, unable to keep her excitement from bursting from her entire being. THIS WAS ALREADY THE BEST DAY OF HER HOGWARTS LIFE. But WHAT? Someone dropped their wand in the ocean? Sophie gave that boy a glare. Rude. So his name was Ira Banner. Her hero and inspiration. She wrote the name down since she hadn't known it before, then her eyes grew wide. HE WAS AN AUTHOR? HE HAD BOOKS? Did he have them with him? Could she see them and write down their titles? Or could she buy them on the spot? How many were there? Sophie bet they had all sorts of super useful information that would further her knowledge about wands. She wanted to know it ALL. How many woods? A whole lot. As other students offered some, she jotted them down quickly. There were... probably more than she thought, so she threw up a hand and out came a number higher than what she instinctively decided upon as she spoke matter-of-factly so it seemed as though it was an educated answer, "Eighty-seven." Probably. Could there be over a hundred? She considered saying that instead, but a solid number felt better to rattle off than a rough estimate. Or was this some kind of trick question? What did a STANDARD wood mean? What if she named something that WASN'T standard? And only some? She wanted to try to be an overachiever and name as many woods as she could that the others hadn't already said, but Sophie added, her hand still raised, spewing one after another in quick succession, "Maple, Willow, Hornbeam, Walnut, Spruce, Fir." There. Some. Her hand was down now and she leaned forward on her desk, eager to hear if she was right with all of them and for Ira to continue along, wanting to soak up every word he uttered. __________________