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sweetpinkpixie · 08-18-2024, 09:36 AM

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Originally Posted by Mr. Zeke

Zeke had been doing some last minute tidying up of his shelves (otherwise known as unnecessarily straightening up the stacks of boxes) when his measuring tape came to find him, giving him a surprise hug around the head. So affectionate. They had come so far since his first year (or... years) in the shop.

Quick on its heels... figurative heels of course... came the parchment with its measurements. Zeke plucked it from the air and leaned around the shelves to look out onto the shop floor, where he saw a customer waiting. He bustled out to meet him, glancing down to consult the measurements as he went.

"Hello there," he said, his voice bright and his expression brighter. "Let's see what we can do for you." Zeke already had a good idea of what they were looking for, and, with a smile, he excused himself and went to find one candidate he had in mind.

In a few moments he was back, and opening the wand box so that he might offer the wand inside to the boy. "All I need you to do is take this wand, give it a wave, and let me know what you think. Sound good?"

The sound of warm footsteps approaching drew the caramel blond's attention and the anticipation did not leave him disappointed when Nyle saw that it was the wandmaker himself. Nyle knew of the gentleman, impossible not to know something with Iris for a sister, and had even seen him on occasion during previous trips to the Alley and that one time papa had needed some extra polish and cleaning of his wand after the incident. "O-Okay!" he chirped eagerly, watching the man that had just been approaching now pivot towards the expanse of boxes. A couple of questions he had had about the condition of the wood to papa's wand (some formed before arriving today and a couple more on the spot) were completely Obliviated from his mind, however, as soon as the man addressed him and presented the boy with the open wand box.

"Oh wow," he whispered, his eyes widening as all ten of his fingers wiggled towards the fine craftsmanship. It looked nothing like mum's or papa's wand, which was to be expected because all wands had their own unique persona and aesthetic. He thought he would be able to identify the wood upon first glance, but he soon realized that without leaves and bark patterns he was not nearly as proficient as he thought he was. Stupidly, because of his mild daze, Nyle interpreted the wave as a literal physical wave at the wand. A misunderstanding he realized when it, obviously, did not respond and Nyle looked back up at the wandmaker to see the man waiting expectantly still. "Yeah, totally. Sounds fantastic," he blurted out with a couple of eager nods. Nyle took a moment to rub his nose with his palm for good luck before reaching forwards and plucking the wand from the box using only the tips of his fingers, as if it were made from fragile glass that might shatter if too much pressure were applied to it. A deep breath later and the handle had slid into his palm with his fingers coiled tenderly around it.

It may not have been necessary, but Nyle decided to take a little preemptive hop backwards from the wandmaker just in case the wand were to have a not-so-great response to his wielding of it. Despite having no real expectations, he had thought that he would feel some sort of energy from the wand once it was in his hand ... or at least something more than phantom echoes of sweaty palms, the sound of someone smacking their lips while they chewed gum, and a flash of a quill being set aflame. Pursing his lips, he drew a large 'n' shape in the air and immediately felt a sensation like he was trying to hold on to a gust of wind. Fingers clenching the handle more firmly, something began rapidly creeping out from the tip of the wand and spilled on to the floor while coiling into a pile of flora. A pile of dried up morning glory vines (not bindweeds!), to be precise - you could tell especially by the shape of the seed pods and the shriveled heart shape leaves.

"Um...I think we are on the right trajectory, sir," he nodded upon wetting his lips and hopping forward to return the wand to its box.

08-18-2024, 09:36 AM	#214 (permalink)
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They had come so far since his first year (or... years) in the shop. Quick on its heels... figurative heels of course... came the parchment with its measurements. Zeke plucked it from the air and leaned around the shelves to look out onto the shop floor, where he saw a customer waiting. He bustled out to meet him, glancing down to consult the measurements as he went. "Hello there," he said, his voice bright and his expression brighter. "Let's see what we can do for you." Zeke already had a good idea of what they were looking for, and, with a smile, he excused himself and went to find one candidate he had in mind. In a few moments he was back, and opening the wand box so that he might offer the wand inside to the boy. "All I need you to do is take this wand, give it a wave, and let me know what you think. Sound good?" The sound of warm footsteps approaching drew the caramel blond's attention and the anticipation did not leave him disappointed when Nyle saw that it was the wandmaker himself. Nyle knew of the gentleman, impossible not to know something with Iris for a sister, and had even seen him on occasion during previous trips to the Alley and that one time papa had needed some extra polish and cleaning of his wand after the incident. "O-Okay!" he chirped eagerly, watching the man that had just been approaching now pivot towards the expanse of boxes. A couple of questions he had had about the condition of the wood to papa's wand (some formed before arriving today and a couple more on the spot) were completely Obliviated from his mind, however, as soon as the man addressed him and presented the boy with the open wand box. "Oh wow," he whispered, his eyes widening as all ten of his fingers wiggled towards the fine craftsmanship. It looked nothing like mum's or papa's wand, which was to be expected because all wands had their own unique persona and aesthetic. He thought he would be able to identify the wood upon first glance, but he soon realized that without leaves and bark patterns he was not nearly as proficient as he thought he was. Stupidly, because of his mild daze, Nyle interpreted the wave as a literal physical wave at the wand. A misunderstanding he realized when it, obviously, did not respond and Nyle looked back up at the wandmaker to see the man waiting expectantly still. "Yeah, totally. Sounds fantastic," he blurted out with a couple of eager nods. Nyle took a moment to rub his nose with his palm for good luck before reaching forwards and plucking the wand from the box using only the tips of his fingers, as if it were made from fragile glass that might shatter if too much pressure were applied to it. A deep breath later and the handle had slid into his palm with his fingers coiled tenderly around it. It may not have been necessary, but Nyle decided to take a little preemptive hop backwards from the wandmaker just in case the wand were to have a not-so-great response to his wielding of it. Despite having no real expectations, he had thought that he would feel some sort of energy from the wand once it was in his hand ... or at least something more than phantom echoes of sweaty palms, the sound of someone smacking their lips while they chewed gum, and a flash of a quill being set aflame. Pursing his lips, he drew a large 'n' shape in the air and immediately felt a sensation like he was trying to hold on to a gust of wind. Fingers clenching the handle more firmly, something began rapidly creeping out from the tip of the wand and spilled on to the floor while coiling into a pile of flora. A pile of dried up morning glory vines (not bindweeds!), to be precise - you could tell especially by the shape of the seed pods and the shriveled heart shape leaves. "Um...I think we are on the right trajectory, sir," he nodded upon wetting his lips and hopping forward to return the wand to its box. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like