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| ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. SPOILER!!: Zeke! <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by Felixir 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. Vesper had the experience of this sort of silly behaviour from wands? Viano had quite forgotten to ask her and now he was wishing he had. It would have been nice to be reassured that making sand, of all things, rain down was okay. But the words Vesp sent his way were still helpful and he gave her a tiny smile of gratitude. It also helped that the shopkeeper did not seem mad at him. The guy probably had seen worse happenings from clueless pre-teens to be too phased about most things.
Viano heaved an audible sigh of relief when the sand was cleared away. “Grazie. Thank you,’’ he mumbled, very much embarrassed. His pink-tainted cheeks would attest to that embarrassment that was being felt. But there was a new wand to try now and Vi cautiously took this one. He should had guessed he needn’t hold his breath while giving the wand a wave; it felt very comfortable in his hand, as though it had been fashioned just for him. This time, there was no sand. There was nothing but the soft russell of a breeze that blew through the place, gently shifting the hair on his head. “I think this is the one.”
Glancing over at Vesp, Vi gave her a grin of reassurance. She had been right! This try had been better!.
In that moment, he made the link between the sand and the breeze: they reminded him of the beach he once lived next to in Italy. Yes, this boy missed the place but he loved living here in the UK with his adopted family a lot more. |
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