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Felixir · 08-21-2024, 02:08 AM

SPOILER!!: Zoe & Scamandrette

What looked like impatience, Zeke was happy to write off as simple eagerness. It was key for him to be the pinnacle of patience with every customer who came through his shop, after all, and plenty could be forgiven. "Very well. Away you go." He smiled indulgently as the girl tested out the wand, a smile which wavered only when he saw the unmistakeable signs of disappointment.

Uh oh.

Zeke was not quite fast enough to intervene before the insistent wand-waving causes a couple of boxes to fly free from his shelves, and he wince slightly - admittedly more for the wellbeing of the wands themselves, though he sent apologetic smiles at the customers who'd received a bonk on the head or what have you.

The wand boxes would be collected by an apprentice or similar, or Zeke himself would see to them - but only once they were done here. Tears were not to be ignored... though he thought it wise not to make a point of mentioning them either. Tact, and everything.

"Not to worry, not to worry at all," he said to the girl, in a reassuring sort of manner. "We'll find your wand, I'm sure of it." He held out the box so the first wand might be replaced, all the while scanning his shelves. Ah, maybe...

Stretching up high to pull down a second wand box, he nudged off the lid and offered this one now. "Maybe this one will suit you better. Give it a try?"

SPOILER!!: DaniDiNardo & Grumpy Gills

... Huh.

The longer they stood there, looking at each other, the less certain Zeke became. Not about the wand, or the customer, per se. More about his presumption. He did get some kids come through here who didn't know a lot of English, or were hard of hearing, though often the chaperoning adult would step in at around this point to let him know. Zeke cast a curious glance towards said adult, then back to the girl again...

... just as the wand was thrust back towards him. Her exclamation suggested that she could hear and understand him, so Zeke supposed he was probably dealing with simple reluctance. Or fear. That look she gave him definitely suggested no small amount of fear.

"That's alright," he said, in his most patient, reassuring manner. He set the bond back in its box and put it to one side. Evidently, it had reacted in some unfavourable way, but he didn't really need to ask exactly what; the rejection was enough. "Sometimes it takes a few tries, but we'll find one that cooperates with you."

Zeke considered the wands in his shop for a moment, then strode behind the counted and climbed up his sliding ladder to take one down from one of the higher shelves. In a moment he was back, and again offering the wand inside the box, and tried for his best reassuring tone. "Let's see how you get on with this one."

SPOILER!!: sweetpinkpixie & Baby Skee-... Harden

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

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.

If there was something Zeke appreciated, it was a little wonder and reverence upon setting eyes on a wand. All his years in the business and he still felt that way himself... though perhaps he was a little biased, given a lot of these wands were made his his own hand. Nevertheless, it was a fine craft, if he did say so himself. (And he did.)

That little wave at the wand, though. Endearing. Enough to make him want to chuckle, but he refrained, given his whole policy on not laughing at his customers, or making them feel laughed at. Or really doing anything that might ruin that special moment.

Oh, now that was interesting. Plant-life was a fun one... though Zeke himself was, naturally, more familiar with trees. "I think so too," he replied, putting the lid back on the box and setting it aside for cleaning. As magical displays went, that had certainly been more promising than nothing at all, but it didn't seem quite there. And, of course, the customer knew best.

He didn't even need much time to consider his next option; right away Zeke had crossed to another shelf, quickly found the box he was looking for, and slid it out. "Let's see how this one suits you," he said, opening up the box as he returned to the boy, and again offering the wand inside.

SPOILER!!: Lottiepot & Baby Bowen

If he noticed the hesitation (... he did, as he usually did), Zeke did not remark upon it, only continued to hold out the box in his patient manner. He couldn't read minds, of course, but he knew it was a big moment. Those came with big feelings, or big thoughts, and could not be rushed.

"Often people feel it right away," he said in response to her question after she had picked up the wand. "It's different for everyone, but a lot of people describe a kind of warmth." Zeke suspected they would need to try another, even before the wand was tested, though he also knew it was not unheard of for the magical display to indicate that they had found the right one, even if the feeling itself wasn't quite... there. Sometimes it even depended on the wood, or the core, if they were the particularly detached types. But, really, it seemed to depend more on the witch or wizard.

The lacklustre confetti, however, pretty much confirmed Zeke's suspicions. "It is good, in a sense," he said, even as he held out the box for the wand to be returned. "Because it helps point us in the right direction. I think you ought to try another."

One he already had in mind, in fact. Once his hands were free, Zeke strode to another shelf and drummed his fingers along it until he found the wand in question. He slid it out, and returned to his young customer. "Here we are. Let's see how you get on with this." He opened the box, and presented the wand inside.

SPOILER!!: AlwaysSnapesGirl & Another Hensley /sortinghatvoice

Good things come to those who wait, including wands. Gradually, Zeke worked his way through his customers, ringing each up and moving swiftly onto the next. Before too long, it was this young man's turn.

"Hello there," he greeted the boy, smiling as he scooped up the parchments on which his measurements had been recorded. "Let's see, let's see... very good. If you'll give me just one more moment..."

With that, Zeke was off again, crossing the shop floor to take down one specific box from the shelves. He had to stretch up onto his tiptoes to get it, as it was really not high enough to warrant a summoning charm or the ladder. In any case, he didn't like to summon boxes out of the stacks. The prospect of an avalanche was a little off-putting.

Returning to his customer, Zeke opened up the wand box and held it out, offering the wand inside. "You know what do you? Quick wave should do it, then tell me what you think." And, of course, they'd more than likely see an obvious sign, either way.

SPOILER!!: FearlessLeader19 & Little Viano

Goodness gracious. Zeke liked to be prepared for the actions of some of these misbehaving wands, but that one did take him slightly by surprise. It was always the loud noises that got him, probably because he was usually braced for things like fire, which were infinitely more alarming.

Coughing slightly and brushing sand from his own hair, and then the front of his waistcoat, Zeke shook his head. "Oh, not to worry, not to worry at all." These things happened. Fairly often, in his line of work, in fact. He drew his own wand and gave it a little flick, clearing up the worst of the sand from the floor and the two of them - and from the box he still held, into which the recently-tested wand was now being placed.

"Now then, let me see..." After a moment's consideration, Zeke held up a finger by way of excusing himself, then disappeared into the back room. He emerged a few seconds later with another wand box. "Let's try this one, shall we?" Again he held it open, so that the boy might take the wand.

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Felixir Forum Manager Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,165 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yves Flamel Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Third Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight SPOILER!!: Zoe & Scamandrette Quote: Originally Posted by Zoe Ariel couldn't stay disappointed when the wand man made an appearance. It would have been silly to be glum about a measuring tape of all things when she was about to get a wand of her own, of course. So she flashed the man her biggest and brightest of smiles and gave him her sweetest, "Hi, Mr. Wand Man!" she stood on her tiptoes in a poor attempt to see what had been scrawled on that parchment of his. But she may never know what words were on the parchment for the man had darted away. When the man darted away, she had half a mind to run after him and proceed to tell him that he was being rude for keeping secrets and not sharing what he had been hmming over, but she managed to hold her tongue when she caught her knowing mum giving her The Look™. So she just stood there, rocking back and forth on her toes and heels, trying her best to be the patient girl she was not. Her brown eyes widened with pure glee when the wand man returned and offered the box. Before he even finished his instructions, Ariel had already grabbed hold of the wand. "I know exactly what to do, Mr. Wand Man!" she exclaimed, oozing with confidence. So she gave it a grandiose twirl... Nothing. A nervous laugh escaped her throat as she gave it another go... Nothing. Tears started to well up in her eyes as her breathing grew heavy. She gave the wand a series of waves, each becoming more aggressive... Several boxes suddenly flew off one of the shelves, some making contact with a wall, others smacking unsuspecting customers. She let go of the wand instantly as frustrated tears began to stream down her face. This. Was. Not. Supposed. To. Happen. Like. This. What looked like impatience, Zeke was happy to write off as simple eagerness. It was key for him to be the pinnacle of patience with every customer who came through his shop, after all, and plenty could be forgiven. "Very well. Away you go." He smiled indulgently as the girl tested out the wand, a smile which wavered only when he saw the unmistakeable signs of disappointment. Uh oh. Zeke was not quite fast enough to intervene before the insistent wand-waving causes a couple of boxes to fly free from his shelves, and he wince slightly - admittedly more for the wellbeing of the wands themselves, though he sent apologetic smiles at the customers who'd received a bonk on the head or what have you. The wand boxes would be collected by an apprentice or similar, or Zeke himself would see to them - but only once they were done here. Tears were not to be ignored... though he thought it wise not to make a point of mentioning them either. Tact, and everything. "Not to worry, not to worry at all," he said to the girl, in a reassuring sort of manner. "We'll find your wand, I'm sure of it." He held out the box so the first wand might be replaced, all the while scanning his shelves. Ah, maybe... Stretching up high to pull down a second wand box, he nudged off the lid and offered this one now. "Maybe this one will suit you better. Give it a try?" SPOILER!!: DaniDiNardo & Grumpy Gills Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo She didn't reply to his greeting, something that would certainly earn her a telling off when they left the shop but Rae never thought that far ahead. Instead, her mind remained stubbornly on her present discomfort, namely the man trying to steal her magic. It figured he would appear pleasant; that was usually how it went. Wide smiles, animated voices and a lot of talking to her like she didn't understand anything. To his credit, the man refrained from a few of the cliches she'd grudgingly come to know but it didn't get him off the hook quite yet. Give it a wave? Was that the secret switch that made everything go away? Rae stared up at him sceptically when he handed her the wand, growing uneasy at the strange energy she felt radiating off it. It seemed...almost angry to be in her hand, like it wanted to burn a hole through her palm to make its escape. The longer she held onto it the hotter it burned, its unwarranted resentment of the girl soon too difficult to ignore. Panicked, Rae shoved the wand back to the man, her eyes wide with terror as they locked onto the vengeful thing. "I don't want that one!" She insisted as her voice raised in pitch. Rae took an extra step back, being sure to create some distance between her and the wand that had obviously not chosen her. Mrs. Birch's tutting and scowls did nothing to change her mind. That wand didn't like her and she didn't like it either. ... Huh. The longer they stood there, looking at each other, the less certain Zeke became. Not about the wand, or the customer, per se. More about his presumption. He did get some kids come through here who didn't know a lot of English, or were hard of hearing, though often the chaperoning adult would step in at around this point to let him know. Zeke cast a curious glance towards said adult, then back to the girl again... ... just as the wand was thrust back towards him. Her exclamation suggested that she could hear and understand him, so Zeke supposed he was probably dealing with simple reluctance. Or fear. That look she gave him definitely suggested no small amount of fear. "That's alright," he said, in his most patient, reassuring manner. He set the bond back in its box and put it to one side. Evidently, it had reacted in some unfavourable way, but he didn't really need to ask exactly what; the rejection was enough. "Sometimes it takes a few tries, but we'll find one that cooperates with you." Zeke considered the wands in his shop for a moment, then strode behind the counted and climbed up his sliding ladder to take one down from one of the higher shelves. In a moment he was back, and again offering the wand inside the box, and tried for his best reassuring tone. "Let's see how you get on with this one." SPOILER!!: sweetpinkpixie & Baby Skee-... Harden Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie 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. If there was something Zeke appreciated, it was a little wonder and reverence upon setting eyes on a wand. All his years in the business and he still felt that way himself... though perhaps he was a little biased, given a lot of these wands were made his his own hand. Nevertheless, it was a fine craft, if he did say so himself. (And he did.) That little wave at the wand, though. Endearing. Enough to make him want to chuckle, but he refrained, given his whole policy on not laughing at his customers, or making them feel laughed at. Or really doing anything that might ruin that special moment. Oh, now that was interesting. Plant-life was a fun one... though Zeke himself was, naturally, more familiar with trees. "I think so too," he replied, putting the lid back on the box and setting it aside for cleaning. As magical displays went, that had certainly been more promising than nothing at all, but it didn't seem quite there. And, of course, the customer knew best. He didn't even need much time to consider his next option; right away Zeke had crossed to another shelf, quickly found the box he was looking for, and slid it out. "Let's see how this one suits you," he said, opening up the box as he returned to the boy, and again offering the wand inside. SPOILER!!: Lottiepot & Baby Bowen Quote: Originally Posted by Lottiepot Having never accompanied any of her older sisters for their wand ceremonies, Simona was unsure of what to expect as she watched the measuring tape whisk off to the next in line. She took the final few tentative steps forward as the previous customer left, coming flush with the counter as the Wandmaker spoke. “Hello” she smiled politely, rising up on the balls of her feet to make her that tiny bit taller. “Yes please and thank you” she added, as if he was doing her a favour and not his job. She had been taught manners regardless, they cost her nothing. There was a slight hesitance in touching the wand considering she had seen the few students before her not succeed on their first try. It had filled her mind with a million scenarios - of the ‘what ifs’ and ‘buts’. What if there was no right wand for her? What if she picked something and it wasn’t the right choice? It wouldn’t be like she knew what the ‘right’ choice was anyway but it was still something that could happen. She was starting to regret not insisting that Anna join her for this process, her eldest sister always seemed to have an answer for reassurance. She supposed that the most important thing be that she was comfortable with using the wand. At least that was what she was telling herself as she plucked the wand out from the box and curled her fingers around it only to be disappointed by the lack of sparks. “Am I supposed to feel a connection?” she inquired, physically or spiritually she might add. *“Because I don’t feel* anything yet.” She flicked her wrist in a swirl, a sort of mediocre puff of what she assumed should be confetti dribbling from the end. “Is that.. good?” She was hoping that he could tell her, the Wandmaker knew best after all. If he noticed the hesitation (... he did, as he usually did), Zeke did not remark upon it, only continued to hold out the box in his patient manner. He couldn't read minds, of course, but he knew it was a big moment. Those came with big feelings, or big thoughts, and could not be rushed. "Often people feel it right away," he said in response to her question after she had picked up the wand. "It's different for everyone, but a lot of people describe a kind of warmth." Zeke suspected they would need to try another, even before the wand was tested, though he also knew it was not unheard of for the magical display to indicate that they had found the right one, even if the feeling itself wasn't quite... there. Sometimes it even depended on the wood, or the core, if they were the particularly detached types. But, really, it seemed to depend more on the witch or wizard. The lacklustre confetti, however, pretty much confirmed Zeke's suspicions. "It is good, in a sense," he said, even as he held out the box for the wand to be returned. "Because it helps point us in the right direction. I think you ought to try another." One he already had in mind, in fact. Once his hands were free, Zeke strode to another shelf and drummed his fingers along it until he found the wand in question. He slid it out, and returned to his young customer. "Here we are. Let's see how you get on with this." He opened the box, and presented the wand inside. SPOILER!!*: AlwaysSnapesGirl & Another Hensley /sortinghatvoice* Quote: Originally Posted by AlwaysSnapesGirl As soon as they had arrived in Diagon Alley, Nathaniel had taken off, ignoring the calls from his parents and Olive and Ezra. He had been waiting forever for the day he finally got his own wand, and he refused to waste any more time taking a leisurely stroll down the alley to the wand shop. So what if he had to shove past people and earn a few side-eyes and glares? It would all be worth it once he held that wand in his hands. He pushed open the shop door and scowled at the sight of the line. It wasn't a surprise that there was one, but it was still annoying. He didn't want to wait. Summer would practically be over by the time it was his turn. He totally wasn't over-exaggerating or anything. But he took his place anyway, eyeing the shelves while he waited. They held his attention quite well as he wondered what kinds of wands were inside each one, and which shelf his wand might come from, and what were the chances he could go over and grab one himself and find his wand that way? With all these thoughts swirling in his head, Nathan hardly noticed how the queue moved forward or when his family arrived and Olive took her place in line or when the measuring tape came over to him to take his measurements. Good things come to those who wait, including wands. Gradually, Zeke worked his way through his customers, ringing each up and moving swiftly onto the next. Before too long, it was this young man's turn. "Hello there," he greeted the boy, smiling as he scooped up the parchments on which his measurements had been recorded. "Let's see, let's see... very good. If you'll give me just one more moment..." With that, Zeke was off again, crossing the shop floor to take down one specific box from the shelves. He had to stretch up onto his tiptoes to get it, as it was really not high enough to warrant a summoning charm or the ladder. In any case, he didn't like to summon boxes out of the stacks. The prospect of an avalanche was a little off-putting. Returning to his customer, Zeke opened up the wand box and held it out, offering the wand inside. "You know what do you? Quick wave should do it, then tell me what you think." And, of course, they'd more than likely see an obvious sign, either way. SPOILER!!: FearlessLeader19 & Little Viano Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 His sister’s words of encouragement always helped. He had flashed Vesper a thumbs up just before it was his turn to meet the shopkeeper. He had completely forgotten to ask Vesper if it was normal to be nervous before one got fitted for a wand. Yes, he was currently experiencing quite the case of nervousness mixed with excitement. He forgot about his feelings right now and watched with interest as parchment fluttered toward the man. Magic truly was spectacular! Viano nodded, feeling that if he did speak, he would end up squeaking due to his nerves. While waiting for the shopkeeper to get back to him, he zoned in on the measuring tape doing its thing but obviously, to another person. It was quite something to watch. But before he knew it, he was being offered a wand. The little guy could not help but grin as he took it. The was an almighty sound, much like a firecracker exploding quickly followed by a shower of pure white sand showering down on him. Maybe even on the shopkeeper, he didn’t know yet because poor Vi was busy shaking his head like a soaked dog in an attempt to get the sand out of his hair. “S-sorry,’’ he said apologetically. “Didn’t mean for that to happen.” Vi shot a worried look at the shopkeeper then at Vesp. He’d need her to help get all the sand from his hair for sure. Also, this wand was no good. It was placed back into its box. Goodness gracious. Zeke liked to be prepared for the actions of some of these misbehaving wands, but that one did take him slightly by surprise. It was always the loud noises that got him, probably because he was usually braced for things like fire, which were infinitely more alarming. Coughing slightly and brushing sand from his own hair, and then the front of his waistcoat, Zeke shook his head. "Oh, not to worry, not to worry at all." These things happened. Fairly often, in his line of work, in fact. He drew his own wand and gave it a little flick, clearing up the worst of the sand from the floor and the two of them - and from the box he still held, into which the recently-tested wand was now being placed. "Now then, let me see..." After a moment's consideration, Zeke held up a finger by way of excusing himself, then disappeared into the back room. He emerged a few seconds later with another wand box. "Let's try this one, shall we?" Again he held it open, so that the boy might take the wand. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!