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Post by Albus Dumbledore on Apr 29, 2006 12:04:59 GMT -5
If you want to participate in classes, you need to buy a wand. The wand chooses the wizard, of course, so just post in this thread saying that you would like a wand and I will reply with the type of wand that has chosen you. Then you can put your wand type in your profile and go win points for your house in your classes.  Every wand is 50 galleons. |
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Post by Izzie Gilmore on May 1, 2006 14:52:13 GMT -5
Juniper almost ran to the wand shop, she was so excited. This would be her first wand! When she stepped inside, a big grin spread across her face. There was hardly any light in the room, she couldn't see any other people in the shop, and the whole place was covered in a thick layer of dust. But she loved it. The place felt so magical.
Then, as she squinted between the tall shelves of wands, she saw the figure of a man. He was probably the shopkeeper, or she hoped he was.
"Could you help me please? I would like to buy a wand...but I'm not really sure how it's done because I've never really done this before and I've never really been here before either...and I've never been in this type of situation because I had no idea that I was a witch and I also didn't know that all the witches and wizards bought their wands in a shop and I think that that is just so cool and..." Juniper stopped talking. Blabbing was a problem of her's. She had trouble summing up what she was trying to get across in one sentence.
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Post by Albus Dumbledore on May 1, 2006 15:28:49 GMT -5
The shopkeeper smiled a little at the girl. He walked out from behind the shelf and started searching through all the boxes of wands. He already knew what kind of wand would work well with that girl... When he found the box he was looking for on the very bottom shelf, he picked it up and opened the top. The man took the wand out of the box and handed it to the girl.
"Here you are. Willow, unicorn hair, 11 inches. That'll be 50 galleons," he said, and then added with a smile, "Don't hurt yourself with that wand now, d'you hear?"
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Post by Izzie Gilmore on May 1, 2006 15:34:50 GMT -5
As Juniper clenched the wand tightly she could feel the magic running through her fingers. She finally got her wand! Jun was so excited that she didn't care how much it cost. She just handed 50 gold coins to the shopkeeper and quickly left the shop.
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Post by Skandar Montague on May 2, 2006 14:52:07 GMT -5
A teenage boy walked up the steps of Ollivanders. He was almost knocked off his feet by a pretty girl who looked his age rushing past him. She was obviously very excited about her wand, and Skandar smiled.
When Skandar entered the store he nodded a hello to Ollivander, the shopkeeper. He had been here before a long time ago, but he still remembered everything about the place.
"I'd like a new wand please," Skandar said to Ollivander a bit loudly. Ollivander was getting old and Skandar had a tendency to speak loud to the elderly.
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Post by Albus Dumbledore on May 2, 2006 15:37:55 GMT -5
"I'm not deaf, boy! Merlin, it sounded like you were trying to wake the dead!" Ollivander yelled in a scratchy voice. He shook his head as he looked Skandar from head to toe. He was trying to remember the wand he sold to the boy before...
"Ah ha! I remember...let me look over here..." the shopkeeper said as he scurried over to one of the shelves of wands. His fingers ran gently over the ends of the boxes as he read the labels. "Found it! Dragon heartstring, maple, 12 1/2 inches. One of my favorites...and 50 galleons," Ollivander told him.
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Post by Hayden Pemberly on May 3, 2006 18:32:48 GMT -5
Hayden stormed into Ollivander's followed closely by her exhausted-looking mother and father; who were both carrying enormous shopping bags from other stores in Diagon Alley. In the store, Hayden saw the shopkeeper Ollivander and a boy who looked like he should be going to Hogwarts, but she had never seen him there before. She thought he was cute, so she gave him a flirty little wave and smiled sweetly. Then she turned to Ollivander, shifting her weight to her right leg and placing her hand on her hip. She stood like that all the time.
"I want a wand. But not too long. And not too short. And not dragon heartstring...ew...that just sounds gross. And the wood shouldn't be too light, and not too dark," Hayden said in a bored voice, like she was used to bossing people around like that.
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Post by Skandar Montague on May 3, 2006 18:49:20 GMT -5
Skandar was startled by the door of the shop bursting open, and he looked over his shoulder to see a very beautiful raven-haired girl with her parents. When she smiled and waved at him, Skandar gave a half-smile back as he handed Ollivander what he owed him for the wand.
As he was leaving he could hear the girl giving ridiculous orders to Ollivander. Skandar shook his head and thought, Oh yeah, she sounds like a charmer. I just hope she doesn't go to Hogwarts....
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Post by Albus Dumbledore on May 3, 2006 21:02:55 GMT -5
Ollivander watched sadly as the nice boy left his shop. Then he turned to the whining new customer with a sigh. Just remember the customer is always right, he said to himself.
"I'll see what I can do," he told the girl. Ollivander walked back into the wand shelves and began looking through box after box. After what seemed to him like forever, he finally found a wand that he hoped was what she wanted.
"Try this. It's phoenix feather, ebony, 13 inches," Ollivander told her as he placed the wand in her hands. He silently prayed that the wand would work for her.
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Post by Hayden Pemberly on May 12, 2006 20:16:52 GMT -5
Hayden frowned when the boy barely even smiled at her, and when Ollivander handed her the wand she snatched it abruptly from his hands.
She inspected the wand to make sure it was what she wanted. Then she waved it quickly, bending her wrist daintily, and decided that it would have to do.
"Alright. I'll take it. Here's your money," Hayden said as she thrusted a drawstring bag of coins (50 galleons) into Ollivander's hands.
Then she turned away and walked out the door, her parents following.
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Post by Anise Paravel on May 29, 2006 11:52:27 GMT -5
Anise shot a scathing look of disgust at Hayden as she walked past; mixed with the look of pity she had almost directed at the girl's parents, it seemed as if her face were slightly distorted. Anise, though she carried more than a few heavy bags of textbooks for school in her now red hands, thought that it was shameful to be so, so, well! The thought made her wish even more that she knew how to cast nonverbal spells than Miss Paravel had in Flourish and Botts, when she'd picked up a rather large, leather-bound book on the subject. It was only a pity she was to get her wand then, instead of before, and a pity that she'd spent the money her father had lent her for textbooks on not only textbooks for sixth years, but slightly more advanced books as well. Ah well. What was done was, well, done.
Entering the store and hearing the street's bustle and hustle fade to nearly nothing, Anise smiled, only the slightest curve of her lips hinting at such. "Hello, Mr. Ollivander, sir" she said politely, once she had reached the counter and set the three or four heavy bags of texts down on the maroon and tan carpet, raising a small cloud of dust from a corner. "I'm here to purchase a wand, please."
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Post by Aidan Shieldheart on May 30, 2006 15:35:44 GMT -5
Aidan slipped quietly into the store, trying to be quiet as he let the door close. Ollivander's gave off that feel that it was supposed to be dead silent in there at all times. He walked in to find another girl waiting to be helped. Aidan noticed that on her shirt she was wearing a Ravenclaw prefect badge. A fellow prefect, and in Ravenclaw too! I suppose I'll be seeing more of her at school.
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Post by Anise Paravel on May 30, 2006 20:26:12 GMT -5
Anise caught the quiet movements of the other Ravenclaw out of the corner of her eye, and sent a small wave his way with a hand, wondering why exactly he was being so quiet - or at least attempting to be. She, unlike Aidan, failed to notice the other wore a Ravenclaw prefect badge, simply because Miss Paravel had turned her attention back to the counter, which felt cool under her still rosy-hued hands, sore from the bags she was supposed to carry, as soon as she had greeted Aidan quietly. It was, admittedly, a bit hasty, but Anise thought the store was a bit stuffy (it didn't seem to have air conditioning, from what she saw, despite the counter's low temperature), and could actually see - at the right angle, and when the sun was right - clouds of dust floating around the premises idly. Nibbling her lip as she waited for Mr. Ollivander's response, Anise tapped a jagged, bitten nail on the counter to pass the time.
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Post by Albus Dumbledore on May 31, 2006 15:07:49 GMT -5
Ollivander walked out from behind the wand shelves to see two customers waiting.
"Oh goodness! Sorry there, didn't hear you. My, I'm getting old, aren't I? No matter, I suppose you want wands. Well of course you do, why else would you be here?" Ollivander chuckled, half to the two teenagers and half to himself. He stopped laughing after a moment and became serious again.
"Yes, well, ladies first. I'll go get a wand from the back and you can try it out to see if it works for you," Mr. Ollivander said to Anise as he returned to the maze of shelves once more. He came back with two long boxes in hand, and handed one to Anise and the other to Aidan.
"I thought I might as well get both of yours. Yours is oak, phoenix talon, 10 inches," he said to Anise. Then he turned to Aidan and said, "And yours, my boy, is mahogany, bog myrtle, 11 inches. Well what are you two waiting for? Give them a wave!"
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Post by Anise Paravel on May 31, 2006 18:39:37 GMT -5
"But of course, Mr. Ollivander," Anise said with a rather goofy grin quickly spreading across her lips; she was tempted to take a mock bow to accent that, but no matter. As he had said, or commanded, Anise flicked the wand in the direction of the wall, aiming not at Aidan or Ollivander for fear that the wand wasn't right for her and she accidentally injured one of them. It sent a spurt of what seemed to have been coffee or Earl Grey tea out, hitting the wall with an embarassing splatter and dripping down to the floor. Immediately dropping the wand of out instinct, Anise winced, mumbling, cheeks red, "Whoops. I should have used my wand arm instead of my other one," as she bent down to pick it up, still trying to convey her apologies for what the wand had done and trying her other hand at the same time - her actual wand hand this time; being capable of using her left hand to hold a wand was not working out for her, and Anise resolved to try not to do it ever again, lest something even worse occur.
Amazingly, the wand actually didn't do anything this time; or if it had, Anise hadn't noticed anything but a sudden warmth where the oak and her actual fingers made contact. "Mr. Ollivander, I don't want to trouble you any more than I have to, so I'll just take this wand," Miss Paravel murmured, her features still lit by a rose-hued glow - embarassment at what she'd done to the artfully decorated Renaissance style wallpaper - as she slipped 50 galleons onto the counter.
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