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sweetpinkpixie · 12-27-2024, 11:59 AM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Hmm. Zeke seemed to be getting his fair share of... well... challenging customers this summer. Then again, he got his fair share of them every summer. More than, given the majority of new students came to this shop for their wands.

"Understood," he said, giving a nod of appreciation in response to the respectful curtsey. "But it's still worth giving it a try, just so we can rule it out for sure," said Zeke. He was a fairly understanding chap who always took the opinions of his young customers on board, but he was also a methodical man who did not cut corners, especially where his profession was concerned. Not liking the colour of the wand was, unfortunately, not compelling enough for him to discount a wand without it having even been held.

"Humour me?" said Zeke, and though he smiled his usual friendly smile, it was pretty clear he wasn't going to budge.

Was it though? Was it reaaaaaaally worth giving a try if she already knew that she was not down with the aesthetic? It was like cauliflower. Who wanted to eat such a bland and bleached out looking piece of broccoli - or who actually wanted to eat broccoli of their own free will for that matter. Calliope wanted to stick it to this wandmaker, double down on her 'nope' but that put her at the crossroads of a difficult decision between her pride and percussion.

"What a load of dragon dung," she muttered to herself as she begrudgingly snatched the wand with an accompanying eyeroll she did not even attempt to hide. "If you insist," she grimaced through her saccharine tone while adjusting her sloppy hold on the handle. It felt fine...for a wand...she supposed...and admittedly not too far off from her favorite set drumsticks. But she didn't want the wand to feel right and she rejected its warm first impression. And yet, as her fingers settled around it, a soft melody filled the air, sweet and lilting, like wind chimes on an ocean's breeze or a lullaby sung softly to her before she nodded off to sleep. The wand seeming hummed with her heartbeat and with a gentle flick of her wrist, a swirl of soft golden light erupted from the tip of the wand, swirling in the air like the melody becoming a visible aura that bounced off any nearbyreflective surface.

It was obvious that this wand, like a stubborn kneazle, had chosen her in spite of her frosty approach to the situation. "Still think I ought to try another. I prefer silver over gold and that light was totally golden."

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Originally Posted by Felixir

... Possibly that assurance came from a perfectly genuine, honest place, but Zeke found that it immediately invited a concern that had not been there prior to it being spoken. Zeke had faced off with his fair share of bowtruckles - par for the course, particularly when harvesting wood for the actual crafting of the wands, naturally - but in those cases it was because they were being territorial about a specific tree. That a bowtruckle might bring its instinctive dislike of a wandmaker into his shop was... only very slightly unnerving. Though it wouldn't really surprise him to know that the creatures could detect the presence of material from a wand wood tree, especially at this magnitude.

"That's very reassuring to hear," said Zeke, smiling at the bowtruckle and then at his customer, ready to become fully invested in the process of this fitting.

Tickles? Hmmm... based on that alone, a match and a mismatch seemed equally likely. Zeke watched the girl's fingers jitter, and then his heart just about dropped as UP went the wand. It was the CRACK that really did it, made him feel just slightly faint, but the sight of the bowtruckle had Zeke jumping directly into action. He wasn't sure if he ought to be concerned, but preferred not to find out.

"Accio wand!" he said, drawing his own wand in a flash and pointing it at the one embedded in the ceiling. It took a moment to wriggle itself loose (Zeke winced ever so slightly) then flew back into his own hand. Sorry, little bowtruckle.

"Ah, well..." Zeke said, his eyes on the creature even as he placed the wand back into its box. "I think we ought to try another, and... if you could recall your friend, there, I'd be much obliged."

And, even as he went to pick out another wand box and return to the girl with it, Zeke kept glancing towards the bowtruckle, just to be sure of where it was. To be sure it was not likely to make a mad dash for another wand.

"So... maybe this one?"

Well, at least someone was reassured!

Bria's brow furrowed as she looked down at her hand, befuddled by how pleasant the whole experience had been and yet the wand had rejected her. She had been rejected by many a thing before since, after all, not all creatures were instantly trusting of human hands when they arrived at the sanctuary, her hands and arms bearing evidence of this truth, but for rejection to come from tickling was certainly new. But before she could mull of this for tooooooo long, she had to make sure that Picketta wasn't going to make a mess of things or turn more testy since the wandmaker had recalled the wand himself. So the blonde clicked her tongue and tapped the top of her head to beckon the bowtruckle back - and she did come back, though was dragging her long limbs and chattering some unpleasantries along the way.

Accepting wand number two, Bria looked up at the ceiling while taking her next deeeeeeep breath before coiling her fingers around the handle properly. The moment she touched it, a gentle pulse of warmth spread from her fingers up to her shoulders. It felt comforting, like the soft brush of a niffler's fur against her skin or the nuzzle of an abraxan against her cheek, but as she waved it, the response is faint, almost as though the wand is hesitant, and instead of a grand flourish from the tip... the wand sort of coughed out some wilted down that fluttered to the floor in a sad pile.

"Well...closer...I think," she nodded with a timid confidence as she returned the wand to its box.

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"Understood," he said, giving a nod of appreciation in response to the respectful curtsey. "But it's still worth giving it a try, just so we can rule it out for sure," said Zeke. He was a fairly understanding chap who always took the opinions of his young customers on board, but he was also a methodical man who did not cut corners, especially where his profession was concerned. Not liking the colour of the wand was, unfortunately, not compelling enough for him to discount a wand without it having even been held. "Humour me?" said Zeke, and though he smiled his usual friendly smile, it was pretty clear he wasn't going to budge. Was it though? Was it reaaaaaaally worth giving a try if she already knew that she was not down with the aesthetic? It was like cauliflower. Who wanted to eat such a bland and bleached out looking piece of broccoli - or who actually wanted to eat broccoli of their own free will for that matter. Calliope wanted to stick it to this wandmaker, double down on her 'nope' but that put her at the crossroads of a difficult decision between her pride and percussion. "What a load of dragon dung," she muttered to herself as she begrudgingly snatched the wand with an accompanying eyeroll she did not even attempt to hide. "*If you* insist," she grimaced through her saccharine tone while adjusting her sloppy hold on the handle. It felt fine...for a wand...she supposed...and admittedly not too far off from her favorite set drumsticks. But she didn't want the wand to feel right and she rejected its warm first impression. And yet, as her fingers settled around it, a soft melody filled the air, sweet and lilting, like wind chimes on an ocean's breeze or a lullaby sung softly to her before she nodded off to sleep. The wand seeming hummed with her heartbeat and with a gentle flick of her wrist, a swirl of soft golden light erupted from the tip of the wand, swirling in the air like the melody becoming a visible aura that bounced off any nearbyreflective surface. It was obvious that this wand, like a stubborn kneazle, had chosen her in spite of her frosty approach to the situation. "Still think I ought to try another. I prefer silver over gold and that light was totally golden.*" ―――――☼――――― Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir* ... Possibly that assurance came from a perfectly genuine, honest place, but Zeke found that it immediately invited a concern that had not been there prior to it being spoken. Zeke had faced off with his fair share of bowtruckles - par for the course, particularly when harvesting wood for the actual crafting of the wands, naturally - but in those cases it was because they were being territorial about a specific tree. That a bowtruckle might bring its instinctive dislike of a wandmaker into his shop was... only very slightly unnerving. Though it wouldn't really surprise him to know that the creatures could detect the presence of material from a wand wood tree, especially at this magnitude. "That's very reassuring to hear," said Zeke, smiling at the bowtruckle and then at his customer, ready to become fully invested in the process of this fitting. Tickles? Hmmm... based on that alone, a match and a mismatch seemed equally likely. Zeke watched the girl's fingers jitter, and then his heart just about dropped as UP went the wand. It was the CRACK that really did it, made him feel just slightly faint, but the sight of the bowtruckle had Zeke jumping directly into action. He wasn't sure if he ought to be concerned, but preferred not to find out. "Accio wand!" he said, drawing his own wand in a flash and pointing it at the one embedded in the ceiling. It took a moment to wriggle itself loose (Zeke winced ever so slightly) then flew back into his own hand. Sorry, little bowtruckle. "Ah, well..." Zeke said, his eyes on the creature even as he placed the wand back into its box. "I think we ought to try another, and... if you could recall your friend, there, I'd be much obliged." And, even as he went to pick out another wand box and return to the girl with it, Zeke kept glancing towards the bowtruckle, just to be sure of where it was. To be sure it was not likely to make a mad dash for another wand. "So... maybe this one?" Well, at least someone was reassured! Bria's brow furrowed as she looked down at her hand, befuddled by how pleasant the whole experience had been and yet the wand had rejected her. She had been rejected by many a thing before since, after all, not all creatures were instantly trusting of human hands when they arrived at the sanctuary, her hands and arms bearing evidence of this truth, but for rejection to come from tickling was certainly new. But before she could mull of this for tooooooo long, she had to make sure that Picketta wasn't going to make a mess of things or turn more testy since the wandmaker had recalled the wand himself. So the blonde clicked her tongue and tapped the top of her head to beckon the bowtruckle back - and she did come back, though was dragging her long limbs and chattering some unpleasantries along the way. Accepting wand number two, Bria looked up at the ceiling while taking her next deeeeeeep breath before coiling her fingers around the handle properly. The moment she touched it, a gentle pulse of warmth spread from her fingers up to her shoulders. It felt comforting, like the soft brush of a niffler's fur against her skin or the nuzzle of an abraxan against her cheek, but as she waved it, the response is faint, almost as though the wand is hesitant, and instead of a grand flourish from the tip... the wand sort of coughed out some wilted down that fluttered to the floor in a sad pile. "Well...closer...I think," she nodded with a timid confidence as she returned the wand to its box. __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes