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Text Cut: old man...er...Mr. Zeke, sir! Quote:
Originally Posted by Felixir  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.
Was he a little disappointed that it had not been a perfect match on the first attempt? Perhaps a little, but more than that sentiment was the relief that he had not been a complete dud for the selected wand - sort of would embarrassing for himself and for the wandmaker, wouldn't it? Though Nyle would very much humbly disagree with the customer knows best mentality - unless that customer was his sister because she just seemed to know everything.
Nodding in agreement with Mr. Wandmaker, the little blond reached his foot forwards and poked at the pile of shriveled flora with his toe and was surprised to see it turn to dust immediately. So surprise, in fact, that he jumped backwards and let out a nervous squeak of sorts. "Sorry...to...um...dirty your floor, sir. I could help tidy it up after...along with w-whatever mess I might make." He really needed to get his nervous energy in check, but the feeling that was most prominent now was the wonderment of magic. Even with that wand not suiting him, he had still been capable of conjuration magic! Was that because it was the wood or the core that fancied him most? Were such results even contingent on a single factor? Maybe he should have listened a bit more to Iris share her readings - a bookworm traits thar she certainly shared with mum but Nyle had not quite inherited.
"Thank you," he smiled as the man returned and offered him a second want to give a whirl. A little twitch of the hand cause his palm to brush against the box itself and with that came a feeling of warmth that had not been present with the previous. Swallowing and wetting his lips, his fingers coiled around the wand with a little more confidence this time - less a piece of delicate glass and more a fluffy chick - and that warmth began to feel familiar. It was as confusing as it was comforting and for a brief moment he glanced up at the man as if the bloke could read his thoughts and offer some exposition. "...it feels nice," he mumbled to break the silence as he slid the handle into his palm and pivoted once again so he wasn't shooting off underaged and underdeveloped magic towards the man doing his best to match aspiring youths with their wands. Nyle cleared his throat a couple more times, an echo of vines and sunflowers settling in the back of his thoughts for a few moments before it the blurred memory was gone with his next exhale.
Performing the same 'n' shaped wand movement as before, Nyle planted his feet firmly against the wooden floor of the shop as he felt a surge of something woosh through his body from his chest to his arm and through the tips of his fingers and into the wand he held. To his delight, vines once again began flowing forth from the tip of his wand - morning glories again and NOT dead ones - and his eyes widened. Just before he was about to cheer for himself and thank the wandmaker for his diligent work, something much less to his delight: the flora coiling back towards him at a rapid rate and wrapping around him as if he had cast Incarcerous on himself. Now his eyes were widening for an entirely different reason and then, the true cherry on top, the boy losing his balance entirely and falling onto his side while the leaves and trumpet shaped blossoms tickled him. All this left him with one question on his young mind...was this a GOOD thing or a BAD thing?! It didn't feel like the worst of things and the movement of the flora reminded him of tickle fights before bedtime...so...well, the wandmaker would know best!
"...hehehe....hehehe...hahahaha..hahahaha...s-s-st-st-stooooo-stooop....hahahaha....ple-pleeee-please...hehehe...hahahaha...."
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