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Post by Mordred Kade on Jun 14, 2007 15:37:18 GMT -5
Welcome to Ollivander's. If you are looking for a wand please RP your self walking in and handing them a sheet that has a description of yourself on it.
Name: Preferred Wand Length: About: (What class do do you love the most or what you do for your job)
After you post that information an employee will bring a wand designed just for you.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Jun 14, 2007 16:35:15 GMT -5
D'rorah Philosophy strode into the dusty shop of Ollivander's purposefully. She glanced around at the stacks of boxes piled haphazardly around the room, fighting an urge to create a bit of order in the chaos.
She met the eyes of the clerk at the counter and continued forward, smiling just enough to be polite.
"Good afternoon," she greeted him. "I have need of a wand and have heard that this shop is the finest in Britain for procuring such an item."
She reached into a pocket of her robe and pulled out a sheet detailing her personal information and handed it to the clerk.
Name: D'rorah Philosophy Preferred Wand Length: 12 3/4 inches About: I am in need of a wand which will work for casting spells of dark magic and also one which is exceptionally adept with defensive magic. My ambition is towards scholarly examination of the Dark Arts in hopes of one day developing new methods of defense against those who would seek to use magic for evil purposes. I have little tolerance for silliness and require a wand which will perform without fail as commanded. Also, it is necessary that the wand be suitable for performing particularly powerful spells, as I tend to encounter them quite often in my research.
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Post by Mordred Kade on Jun 14, 2007 17:16:22 GMT -5
Mordred grabbed the piece of paper from the young girls hand and carefully read it. After he finished reading he turned and scurried off into the back room. If you listened good enough you could hear boxes falling and Mordred murmuring to himself. Mordred emerged from the back room with a box covered in dust.
"I believe this one will suit you well miss. It is powerful in the Dark Arts and is also very good at protecting yourself from the Dark Arts. Here you go."
Mordred sat the case on the counter and brushed the dust of with his robe. He then carefully removed the wand and it handed to the young lady.
"It's a 12 3/4 Inch Mahogany Wand with Runespoor Fang Core. I hope you have a wonderful day. Oh you got your wand on a good day, it's on the house."
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Jun 14, 2007 17:32:13 GMT -5
Dee accepted the wand as it was handed to her, scrutinizing it. She grasped the warm mahogany handle and tested the weight. As she did, she felt what seemed to be a light breeze stir in the room upon which rode a slight chill of exhileration.
"Perfect..." she murmured quietly, gazing upon the new wand. She shifted her gaze to the store clerk. "Thank you very much for your help," she replied, offering a genuine smile. "It is precisely what I would have wished for. And I feel especially fortunate to have come upon such a finely made instrument at a time when I am able to obtain it for free." She smiled again and inclined her head politely. "My sincerest appreciation to the master craftsman who created such a fine work of art."
She collected her newly acquired treasure and turned to head from the shop, delighted to have such an auspicious beginning to the year.
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Post by verloren on Jun 21, 2007 3:20:48 GMT -5
Verloren opened the door of Ollivander's shop, he bumped into D'rorah, he looked at her calmly. The young lad's eyes were completly dark he seemed to examine the student. He was completly strange and he added with a cold and cruel voice.
''Learn to look infront of you..''
He pushed her aside and he was looking at every detail in the shop, he found it quite old and disgusting. He was then looking at Ollivander, he began talking to the old man.
''Hello there, I need a new wand, the one my father had doesn't fit me well and since I heard that this shop is the best so that's why I am here..." The voice of V was still cold even if he didn't mean to. He takes a sheet out of his pocket with all the descriptions and shows it to Ollivander.
Name:Verloren Sparta Preferred Wand Length:17 inches About: I need a wand that is good for casting dark magic spells and that is also good in Occlumency and charms.. My ambition is Defense agains't the dark arts and charms for my own purposes and it's to avenge the death of my parents. It is necessary that my wand fits me and my personality, I need to perform more powerfull and deadly spells but i also need to block my mind so no one can enter my mind.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Jun 21, 2007 8:29:00 GMT -5
D'rorah's eyes narrowed as the young man bumped into her. "I would advise you to learn to pay heed to your direction as well, sir," she replied, her tone cold and formal. Her eyes, which were normally grey, took on an icy chill and it took every ounce of self-restraint she possessed to hold her tongue and new wand in check as she found herself roughly shoved aside.
She paused for a moment, long enough to surreptitiously glance at the name on the piece of parchment in the young man's hands. Very well, Verloren Sparta, she thought to herself, making a mental note of the name. She turned and continued her departure from the shop, deciding that it would not be worth her time or trouble to attempt to correct the manners of someone so obviously crude; briefly, she wondered if he would even understand her if she opened her mouth to speak. No, it is not worth the trouble of giving him a vocabulary lesson simply to deride him, she thought to herself as the door of the shop closed behind her.
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Post by Mordred Kade on Jun 21, 2007 11:27:33 GMT -5
(Just a side note, Mr. Ollivander is no longer working here. He has passed the job on to a relative. I am going to run it until we get someone to take the job.)
Mordred watched as the young man entered the shop. There was something weird about the boy, he just couldn't put his finger on it. Mordred got a little upset when he pushed Dee out of the way. He hated people bullying others, it was a pathetic excuse of who's more powerful. Mordred took the piece of paper and read over every inch of it. This boy was on a bad path...
"I'm sorry but I don't tolerate any of that behavior in this store. Don't let me see it again or I'll take house points from you! Now, let me go find a wand that will suit your needs."
Mordred exited into the back of the room. He moved his finger up and down the shelves, trying to find the wand he was looking for. After five minutes of finding nothing he looked at the boxes that had fallen from earlier. He began going through the pile of mess. It didn't take long because he immediately found the right one. He grabbed the box and headed to the front desk where the boy stood.
"My apologies for the long wait, it's a bit of a mess back there. I think this wand will please you. It's a 17 Inch Willow Wand with Runespoor Fang Core. The wood is will enhance your Dark Arts spells and the core is must have for those dealing with the Dark Arts."
Mordred handed over the wand and caught a glimpse of the boys house crest, Slytherin, he should have known. Mordred put on a fake smile and told the boy that it was on the house even though he wanted the boy to pay for his actions from earlier.
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Post by verloren on Jun 21, 2007 11:45:55 GMT -5
(Oh ok lol didn't know that.)
V was waiting, he was patient for is wand. The young lad was thinking of the night is parents died, he needs to find who did this. He heard Mordred's footstep's that were coming towards him. He looked at the wand and took it too see if it had the perfect weight. He then felt a strange light and he did have strange feelings about the wand.
''If you don't mind sir may i try it out on here''
V was calmer then before that's for sure but in his green eyes there was always the look of sadness and no one could understand it. He as been cruel to alot of people lately and even to some slytherin's. For teacher's he stays an enigma. He was looking at the wand, it was nicely so V began to be curious about it.
''Who crafted those wand's sir?''
He put the wand in is pocket and he was walking around the shop just so he could have a look on the walls or the boxes. He touched the wall and he didn't really pay attention to Mordred
''Hmm nice architecture... really nice.''
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Post by Mordred Kade on Jun 21, 2007 11:55:03 GMT -5
Mordred put on a fake smile, he was really not in the mood for chatting and had to clean up the mess in the back. He gave in and went along with the boy. Normally students didn't care who crafted a wand, they were just happy to get it. He moved towards the boy who was touching everything in site.
"If you don't mind, everything in this shop is old and in perfect condition. I would like to keep it that way if you don't mind, so please don't touch. And your wand was made by Mr. Ollivander himself a few years ago before he took his leave. You should feel grateful, their aren't many of his custom made wands left."
Mordred, after letting the boy know he couldn't touch the old stuff, returned to the front desk and wrote down the wand details of the wands he had sold. The ministry would have his neck if he let a wand go unregistered.
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Post by verloren on Jun 21, 2007 12:11:33 GMT -5
''Oh yeah I understand..''
Verloren stopped touching and he still looked at every details of the shop, he was interested. He was then looking at Mordred who was quite busy he didn't know with what but he didn't really care, he was moving towards the door. He took is wand out from is pocket and started to look at every detail, the wand did kinda seem old and V was still wondering how come the wand still works if it does seem quite old.
V was gonna open the door but he stayed there doing nothing except looking at the door, he saw one of his vision that he always have. He was seeing the day of when is mom and father entered Ollivander's shop for a new wand. V turned around, completely confused on what was going on. He needed to hit is forehead to stop seeing the vision and to stay calm. He opened the door, but he was still looking at the shop..
''Well.. since you seem to be a teacher... I will see you in Hogwarts I presume... ''
V stepped out of the wand shop, he was still completely confused and lost, he started walking, hidden completely by the large crowd.
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Post by paul on Jun 21, 2007 23:36:33 GMT -5
Paul Stincard walked quietly into the old shop, looking around and taking everything in. The place was ancient, going way back to the time of Ollivander. But it still held that beauty most old things bear. It gave Paul a feeling of welcoming. As though an old friend were beckoning him.
Paul stepped up to the front desk, shaking his hair a little as he moved.
"Pardon me sir. You do seem busy today. However I am in great need of a wand. Not to be of a bother, of course."
Paul pulled a piece of parchment from his robe, handing it to the clerk. "No need to rush. I can wait." He said.
Name: Paul Austin Stincard Preferred Wand Length: 13 1/2 inches About: I require a wand that can help me in my studies. I practice Care of Magical Creatures many times a day, and I need a wand that is durable. It should be able to withstand a bit of jostling, since I may come to small accidents in my work. I have a multitude of classes I take at Hogwarts, and I need a versatile wand that can do nearly every spell asked of it. This wand needs to be able to work underwater as well, since at times I go into the lake on my studies. I am currently studying Mermaids and other underwater life, so therefore this wand needs to work swiftly in case of an immediate need to emerge from the depths.
After handing Mordred the paper, Paul moved from the desk, trying not to stop others from coming up.
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Post by Mordred Kade on Jun 22, 2007 0:12:28 GMT -5
Mordred watched as yet another student entered the shop, this indeed was a busy day. Ravenclaw here, Slytherin there, and now a Hufflepuff there! He looked at the boy, he seemed more promising then the other. With a smile, he gladly accepted the piece of paper. It seems as though he is in need of wand that does a little bit of everything.
"Let me go back in the back and find you a wand." Mordred scuffled into the back and pulled out the step ladder. It seemed as though the shelf grows every year! After he found the box he proceeded back to the front where Paul was waiting and handed him the wand.
"It's a 13 3/4 Blackwood Wand with a Hair from the Mane of a Kelpie. The Hair from the Mane of a Kelpie is superb for all sorts of spells. This wand is very easy to control." Mordred pinned the piece of paper next to the others and returned to the back of the shop.
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Post by denny on Jun 28, 2007 5:25:54 GMT -5
(Ladies and Gents, THIS is a post... -pokes Gator and Opo- Pay attention now.) Ruddy papers. It seemed never ending, even over the summer break Danny had mountains of work piled high in his vacation home. Most might think, being a teacher was a breeze! A sheer seven hour day in an air conditioned class room, proper clothes and surrounded by such darling children. Then they retired for the evening for festivities and happy hour! Pfffft! Codswollop in his opinion. Drilling information into the empty heads that the youth today had was a painfully long process. Lesson planning, marking papers and assignments, teacher and parent meetings, staff meetings, and then there was of course after school help groups and tests to plan. Creasing his forehead with his hand, wrinkles formed slowly as the black haired wizard poured over the papers. Every paper like the last and the one to follow. No diversity. Running his quill down the essay, he clutched his goblet filled with firewhiskey and took a long draught. Suddenly however, something was pecking at the window. Danny Cage never even looked up as he waved his goblet and the window unlocked and swung open. A rather well kept owl fluttered in on the desk, knocking some parchments to the ground. "Oy! Watch it!" He flapped at the bird which in turn pecked at his fingers in self defense. Both shared angered glares before Danny snapped, "What do you want?!" The bird then jutted it's leg out and ruffled black feathers irritably. Ripping the letter off, the owl landed on a perch by the window, waiting for a reply. Danny careful torn it open and read the tight cursive swirls that were scrawled onto the small piece of parchment. Danny, it's your turn to take the shop! I'll hear no more of it, now get down here! I have business to get too and we're busy! ~ Mordred Fury lit in stoney eyes, the cool flames licking and purring as his rage grew. "How dare he." Danny looked to the papers he was grading and to the now scrunched up piece of paper in thought. Well, wands definately beat papers. Grabbing his cloak he threw it over his shoulders and pulled it around his body to clasp it closed around him. "Oy. Bird!" The owl hooted indifferently and stuck up it's beak, not moving. Danny scribbled a Yes, fine I'm coming. Before attaching it roughly to the black owl's leg. Another peck, which had drawn blood, the owl had taken off and flown away. Danny on the other hand started his way to the grounds. He couldn't apparate from the castle so he would wait til he got to Hogsmeade and go from there. Thirty minutes passed before finally a whip crackle announced the wizard's appearance in Diagon Alley. Ollivander's sat just off to the side and he could see a couple students heading inside. Eyes rolling he pushed his way into the shop and swept by the pair of boys who had just handed their slips in. Snatching them up Danny glared at Mordred. "Well get out ya pansy. I've come to save the day." He growled and took a peek at the scripts. Eyeing the boys he snorted and turned down one of the rows. His cloak was deposited in the back room, showing a loose silken black blouse and black dressier pants. Fingering the rows of wands stacked rather untidily on the shelves he tugged out two long rectangular boxes and returned to the front. "Try these." He said unwrapping both and handing the first one to Opolious and the other to Gator. "Well go on, wave it already or are you dense?!" Clearly he had no patience. "That one there, Mr... (He glanced at the paper) Korr, is a fourteen inch mahogany wand. A thestral hair resides in your core. The mahogany is a defense of sorts while the Thestral hair works very well with curses and counter-curses." He said dryly before looking at Gator and nodding his head to the other wand. "That one there is an eleven and a half inch alder wood wand. A Manticore's stinger resides as the core in that one. It provides best results with offensive spells. But careful not to snap that one lad, it might just bite back." Danny however didn't seem to have the worried voice that would have normally accompanied the warning. He would rather enjoy watching the stinger bring harm to the foolish boy. As that was exactly what it did, should the wand take damage, it would in turn inflict pain on it's bearer. Deadly harm even, and better was it still in male hands then female.
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Post by sinsu on Jun 28, 2007 14:13:54 GMT -5
Sinsu walked down the crowded street looking for the wand shop. Once again she had lost her wand. This last wand made the third one she had misplaced. Not to mention the two she had broken during her third year. She sighed to herself. She knew she should care for her wands better. But it didn't really matter since she almost never used them. She hated the fact she was required to have one. She let out a final sigh then at the thought of having to buy a new one. She looked up and saw the store she had been searching for. By now she should of known the place by memory but every time she was required to come here she came in a depression and never pain attention to her surroundings. As she opened the door and steped inside a tiny bell on the door rang alerting the people in the store to her presence. She looked around and saw the man behind the counter. After waiting for him to acnowledge her presence she walked slowly up to the counter and passed him a small piece of paper. It read.
Name: Sinsu Kayme Preferred Wand Length: 12 1/4" About: I am in need of a sturdy wand that is dependable but nothing fancy. My needs are basic and the wand will most likely not be used very often. Also it needs to not be broken easily. I've already lost one wand do to its fragility and I don't wish to lose another.
As she passed him the note she looked around. The store was the same as she remembered it. It was a quite impressive store and she wondered why she hadn't noticed before. Then she remembered why she was here and sunk back into her depression.
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Post by zane on Jun 28, 2007 23:58:52 GMT -5
Zane was walking through diagon alley, purchasing new items for his upcoming year at Hogwarts. He was going to be a 7th year and was preparing to take control of his own destiny. But before he went back to Hogwarts he would need something...But as he walked through the alley he forgot one part of his list that he was missing. As he walked down the alley he continued to think until he wound u in front of Olivanders. "That was it" he commented,"I need a new wand." His wand had broken because he cramed too much stuff into his trunk. As he walked into the store he heard the tiny bell that alerted the shopkeeper that he was there. He made his way the the Counter and said "I need a new wand due to my last one breaking, do you think you can help me?" He handed the man the piece of paper
Name: Zane Duvall Preferred wand length: 13 inches I enjoy being outdoors, herbology and D.A.D.A are my 2 best classes. I need a wand that will take a beating and function properly everytime. being in my 7th year I want a wand with a bit more...power I suppose. Something that might be able to protect me or my friends on a moments notice.
He stepped away from the desk and waited for the man to react.
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