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TeafortheSoul · 05-08-2020, 04:18 PM

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Originally Posted by Azkaban Escapees

Why they were not among those to be bestowed wands once freed from their cells was lost on this lot. As far as they were concerned the odds simply had not been in their favor and the duo who had been giving them had simply run out. They would be mistaken, but they were just small crime thieves and resembled muggle thugs with their choice of weaponry as they stormed the shop.

While two flanked off from the group to ransack the display shelves and retrieve whatever they could use to threaten the shopkeeper - not limited to the chairs and potted plants - another charged at the man behind the counter while waving their bats and crowbars to incapacitate him. Or crack a skull. They wouldn't be picky.

Three more had a jacket with its sleeves tied in such a way as to work as a bag and launched himself towards the shelves to pull boxes containing wands from them and into the fabric. Though his haphazard and reckless movements were causing far more to spill to the floor than into the actual make-shift sack.

The bell tinkled pleasantly when the door opened, which under the circumstances was quite deceptive of it.

Of course Ramiel was all smiles, at least at first.

"Welcome to Ollivander's! How can I--" The smile faded FAST and his wand slid out of his holster. PERHAPS the wandmaker should have protected himself first. PERHAPS. But the ones raiding the wands were closer to the door and some of the wands they were snatching were hundreds of years old, and all of them were precious, and so they were the ones he sent stunning spells at, followed immediately by calling out a complicated and ancient-sounding, three part incantation in a sonorant tone, which sent the whole shop rumbling. Every wand and each wand box with an occupant began shaking all at once, and freed themselves from the shelves and began floating up, and up, and up to the ceiling, save for those already in the makeshift sack, and in the arms of the thieves. At the same time an almighty caterwauling began, echoing loudly enough to make your teeth ache in your jaw.

By the time he had done this, the ones with the weapons were already upon him, so Ramiel tried to get a shield up...

05-08-2020, 04:18 PM	#12 (permalink)
TeafortheSoul Formerly: Tegz Demiguise Join Date: May 2008 Location: Hobbiton Posts: 24,242 Hogwarts RPG Name: ??? Ravenclaw Hogwarts RPG Name: Ronnie Thurkell Gryffindor Seventh Year x12 x12	lives in a hobbit hole \|\| Ern and Touz's Nuzzle \|\| roflysst \|\| looking at a seed packet Quote: Originally Posted by Azkaban Escapees Why they were not among those to be bestowed wands once freed from their cells was lost on this lot. As far as they were concerned the odds simply had not been in their favor and the duo who had been giving them had simply run out. They would be mistaken, but they were just small crime thieves and resembled muggle thugs with their choice of weaponry as they stormed the shop. While two flanked off from the group to ransack the display shelves and retrieve whatever they could use to threaten the shopkeeper - not limited to the chairs and potted plants - another charged at the man behind the counter while waving their bats and crowbars to incapacitate him. Or crack a skull. They wouldn't be picky. Three more had a jacket with its sleeves tied in such a way as to work as a bag and launched himself towards the shelves to pull boxes containing wands from them and into the fabric. Though his haphazard and reckless movements were causing far more to spill to the floor than into the actual make-shift sack. The bell tinkled pleasantly when the door opened, which under the circumstances was quite deceptive of it. Of course Ramiel was all smiles, at least at first. "Welcome to Ollivander's! How can I--" The smile faded FAST and his wand slid out of his holster. PERHAPS the wandmaker should have protected himself first. PERHAPS. But the ones raiding the wands were closer to the door and some of the wands they were snatching were hundreds of years old, and all of them were precious, and so they were the ones he sent stunning spells at, followed immediately by calling out a complicated and ancient-sounding, three part incantation in a sonorant tone, which sent the whole shop rumbling. Every wand and each wand box with an occupant began shaking all at once, and freed themselves from the shelves and began floating up, and up, and up to the ceiling, save for those already in the makeshift sack, and in the arms of the thieves. At the same time an almighty caterwauling began, echoing loudly enough to make your teeth ache in your jaw. By the time he had done this, the ones with the weapons were already upon him, so Ramiel tried to get a shield up... __________________ love is like a letter wrote :: and life is like an envelope be careful who you give it to :: they might not give it back to you