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pundantic · 02-11-2019, 11:03 PM

SPOILER!!: Ray and Not-Ray

Della lived in a constant state of distraction. Her mind fired off in a million different directions every moment of everyday. It was the artistic side of her that was constantly observing her surroundings and mining for inspiration. In this shop alone, she had heard three different unique sounds that she already had plans to bake into some atonal compositions for her theory of modern music class.

So, you know, she could more than wait for Not-Ray to help out with her absolutely shattered wand. She was well-occupied. And Della wasn't even sure how it had gotten into its decimated state. She didn't even remember losing it. Maybe she had stuck it under the lid of a piano and the little mallets upon each click of the keys had slowly chipped away at it. Or maybe it had gotten lost in her absolute disaster of a bag. Or maybe it was Sebastien's fault. She liked to blame him for things. It was convenient.

She fished out the coins for her invisible ink and forked it over to Ray. Sheepishly, she smiled, "Maybe we should wrap it, yeah." After all, she had more than proved she was not capable of keeping breakable things in-tact.

While she waited for it to be wrapped, she addressed Not-Ray, "I'd really appreciate the help. I don't even know how it happened." Really. She had no clue what happened to her wand. It was easy to lose track of, okay? It did not even crack the top ten of important things in her life.

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pundantic MO Moke Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: Winterfell Posts: 8,760 Hogwarts RPG Name: Gideon Emerson Slytherin Seventh Year x4	Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN SPOILER!!: Ray and Not-Ray Quote: Originally Posted by Jessiqua Ray opened his mouth and closed it again. Did he just call his customer Sir? Didn't sound like Ray. Before he could open his mouth and respond to the customer, the door opened again. Return customer, whom Ray knew as Della. "Hullo Della," Ray said, giving her a short wave. Listening was a skill that offered Ray many observations. For example, right here listening now, this man was called Ram. "Ohhhh Ollivanders. Yes of course I know Ollivanders." He gave a fake sounding but very real laugh. Who didn't know Ollivanders? And this man, this Ram, worked there? As the new manager? And live-in person? He gave another one of his laughs. "Literal neighbours, yes, yes. Well I suppose welcome to the neighbourhood, neighbour." He continued to listen to Ram as he explained why he was there - to open up an account. Nodding, Ray reached under the desk to the small drawers, pulling out the paperwork for setting up accounts. He dipped his favourite, billowing black feather quill into the ink and jotted down the information he already knew. First name, location, shop. "Would you like to add anything to the account right now?" He tallied the invisible ink and said "14 sickles, 3 knuts for the invisible ink. Did you want it wrapped in some soft tissue paper?" something to keep it a little bit secure. Quote: Originally Posted by Tegz Oh. Ram sucked in a breath at the sight of that wand. "I see. Look, yes. I'll... I'll take a look, after I'm done here, if you don't mind? Would you like to wait? Or you can meet me there. If it would be awkward to... go there.Together. At the same time. Its up to you. But I can help you, yes." After he was done with his business here, Ram would be more than happy to help... but he couldn't get distracted. He had to get his errands done. Della lived in a constant state of distraction. Her mind fired off in a million different directions every moment of everyday. It was the artistic side of her that was constantly observing her surroundings and mining for inspiration. In this shop alone, she had heard three different unique sounds that she already had plans to bake into some atonal compositions for her theory of modern music class. So, you know, she could more than wait for Not-Ray to help out with her absolutely shattered wand. She was well-occupied. And Della wasn't even sure how it had gotten into its decimated state. She didn't even remember losing it. Maybe she had stuck it under the lid of a piano and the little mallets upon each click of the keys had slowly chipped away at it. Or maybe it had gotten lost in her absolute disaster of a bag. Or maybe it was Sebastien's fault. She liked to blame him for things. It was convenient. She fished out the coins for her invisible ink and forked it over to Ray. Sheepishly, she smiled, "Maybe we should wrap it, yeah." After all, she had more than proved she was not capable of keeping breakable things in-tact. While she waited for it to be wrapped, she addressed Not-Ray, "I'd really appreciate the help. I don't even know how it happened." Really. She had no clue what happened to her wand. It was easy to lose track of, okay? It did not even crack the top ten of important things in her life. __________________