Hawthorne opened the door to Olivanders, the bell above the door chimed and she shuffled inside, shutting the door behind her. Her straight brown hair just touched her shoulders. She wore black thick rimmed glasses that magnified her already big green eyes from behind them, her cheeks had freckles that peeked out from under the rims. She walked over to where her father had said she needed to get measured. She stood there and a flying measuring tape lifted off the counter and began measuring every possible anger of her body. It was odd, but she was used to magical items flying about in her flat.


Rose: Bryce has responded for you here.
Tegz: And Ira is continuing this transaction here