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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Sept 20, 2007 22:56:12 GMT -5
D'rorah offered a faint smile. "My name is D'rorah Philosophy," she replied, her voice just light enough to be polite. "I suspect we will see encounter one another again. I am also a Hogwart's student this year; though, I am in Ravenclaw myself."
She nodded as Xiulin decided, tentatively it seemed, to retain her wand as a back-up. "An excellent idea Miss Zhao," she replied, forgetting to use her first name in the face of her habit of staunch formality. "Good day," she added, preparing to return to her inventory duties.
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Post by xuilin on Sept 20, 2007 22:59:10 GMT -5
Oh, right, that was probably a good cue that she was being a nuisance. "Sorry, I'll be going now. Hopefully, I'll see you somewhere in school, Miss Philosophy," she said, imitating the older girl's formal tone.
And so, wonderful girl that she was, she turned around and bounced away, humming random made-up tunes to herself as she left the room.
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Post by Alexander Archer on Sept 22, 2007 1:37:24 GMT -5
Moving from the bright sunshine of a full Diagon Alley and into a dusty, semi-gloomy Ollivanders created a vast contrast to which his eyes required a few moments to adjust. Blinking, initially, more that was usual, Alex took one step after another, his footfalls indicating to anyone that a new patron had arrived in the famous wand shop.
Passing a cheerful girl whom appeared to be of Chinese descent, he nodded to her, offering up a small smile to top it off. His choice of clothing for his day of shopping had accumulated in a pair of his favourite, weather-worn jeans, a simple tan t-shirt, and his wizards' robes, sleek and shining as if they'd just been cleaned. Approaching the counter, he withdrew a slip of paper from the front pocket of his jeans.
Name: Alexander Archer Preferred Wand Length: 11'3/4" About: Something good for Astronomy, preferrably, and for Defence Against the Dark Arts
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Sept 22, 2007 7:29:19 GMT -5
"Good day," D'rorah greeted simply as a new customer entered the shop. Business was indeed going quite well. Having spent the past (days? No... weeks. My, how swiftly time had passed)... having spent the past weeks carefully organizing and inventorying the contents of the store, things were moving along quite nicely. No longer did she have to worry about going to find a wand and being suddenly buried under a landslide of precariously stacked boxes. "Ah, you have come for a new wand then," she surmised, seeing him extract now-familiar slip of paper from his pocket.
She accepted the slip and read over it briefly, puzzling for a moment as she read that the new customer required something helpful with astronomy. That was a request she had not yet had, nor had anticipated. Mentally, she ran through the inventory of the shop, finally alighting upon something which should be acceptable. "Yes, I believe we can accommodate you, Professor Archer," she remarked finally. "Pardon me for a moment."
She turned, heading into the very back of the storage room. When she returned several minutes later, she bore a long, slender box. Still everything was a bit dusty. She would have to make a thorough cleaning the next item on her agenda now that she had finished her organization and inventory. Returning to the counter, she opened the box and set it before Alex. "Here we are, Professor Archer. It is eleven and three-quarters inches alder, with a core of Occamy Scale. Please, do try it out," she added, sliding it closer to him. "You have come at an opportune time as well, all wands are currently courtesy of the house."
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Post by Alexander Archer on Sept 23, 2007 6:18:02 GMT -5
Alex gave a polite nod to the shop assistant as he was greeted, along with a friendly smile. "Oh yes, my trusty old wand was broken unfortunately," he explained as she pondered his request. Looking around the shop, he noticed that perhaps it was a lot less full of boxes than normal, though he only usually passed by the shop, never needing more than one wand at a time.
He recalled the first time he'd come here, immediately after receiving his Hogwarts acceptance letter. He'd been so completely overjoyed at being able to purchase all of his own things, instead of following his brother around as per usual. Having dragged his mother around, driving her insane, he grinned at the memory. 'The things that woman put up with,' he thought fondly.
The young woman returned to the counter and his smile remained as she described the wand presented before him. Picking it up gently, as if it were an old friend, he muttered a few choice words and the vase of flowers on the countertop flew into his hand. Smiling slightly, he replaced them in their correct position. "These are lovely flowers, where did you get them?" he asked cheerily.
"Courtesy of the house? My day just keeps getting better," he said with a small laugh. "You don't happen to attend Hogwarts, do you?" he inquired of the shop assistant, who appeared to be of schooling age, if not slightly above.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Sept 23, 2007 6:40:47 GMT -5
D'rorah watched as Alexander told hold of the new wand and retrieved the vase of flowers... the flowers that Dylan had conjured the day he had received his wand. "Oh, they were a conjured gift from another customer," she remarked with a slight smile. "Yes, they are quite lovely," she agreed with a nod. Though she had thought it odd at the time, she had nonetheless appreciated the gesture.
A moment later, he was inquiring whether or not she was a student. "Why yes, I am a seventh year transfer student. Ravenclaw house, actually," she added. "And I assume, given that I am quite familiar with the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, that you might be our new astronomy Professor?" she inquired. The man certainly had a 'professorly manner' about him and seemed rather jovial. Surreptitiously, she took the measure of the man before her. He seemed to be a particularly friendly type. She thought it might be quite interesting to have a class with him. As astronomy was tentatively on her schedule for the year, she assumed she would soon find out.
She wondered briefly whether Mister Ollivander, the man whose name was reflected in the shop's name, had encountered such an array of people years ago when he had first begun the shop. It seemed quite likely; wands were the one thing that any wizard would need... well, any practicing wizard, that was.
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Post by Alexander Archer on Sept 24, 2007 23:51:06 GMT -5
Smiling at the response she gave for his first question, Alex found that he rather liked this young lady. While she was proper and very formal, she did have a nice smile when she'd talked of the flowers. "Ah yes, you're quite right. I took the job after being approached by Mistress LaPointe herself, of all people," he said conversationally.
"Well considering you're obviously a rather intelligent young woman," he began, putting both her age and her house together. "I hope I'll see you in class!" His voice was almost boyish on this occasion, giving him the appearance of seeming rather a lot younger than he was, despite him actually being in his mid-twenties anyway.
His mind turned back to the wand in his hand and he waved it about happily. "Oh, and this one's quite nice thankyou," he continued, smiling.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Sept 25, 2007 0:07:02 GMT -5
D'rorah listened, unmoving, as Alexander confirmed that he had been hired by the headmistress herself and then shifted to complimenting her own intelligence. She wondered briefly what sort of person might be personally recruited by the Headmistress herself and then reasoned just as quickly that she would have been personally responsible for each new staff member this year. "You will certainly see me in class. I am certain that I requested Astronomy on my schedule."
She observed as he waved the wand around a bit and pronounced it satisfactory. "Excellent," she replied. "Fortunately, at the moment, all wands are courtesy of the house. So then, if this is truly satisfactory, then you are free to go as you wish." As she awaited his response, the fact of his seemingly open personality struck her. Here was someone who would probably not go to great lengths to hide his own emotions; though perhaps she was wrong. Either way, he was a quite pleasant sort and she could foresee no objections to having him as a professor.
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Post by Alexander Archer on Sept 25, 2007 0:24:47 GMT -5
"Glad to hear it," he said cheerily about her confirmation. He would be quite happy to see such a student in his class. While he would encourage everyone to attend his class, he'd also be rather delighted to have someone knowing what they were talking about. Alex loved to discuss the heavens above with anyone equally as interested or knowledgable, and though he loved teaching, nothing could quite beat it.
"Oh good, well I've many more things to purchase today, so I must be off," he replied. He would have been quite happy to have paid, but was of course fine with the lack of expense at the same time. "I'll see you in class then." His smile was pronounced as he turned and left the shop, intent on making his way to buy a better telescope.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Sept 25, 2007 9:34:24 GMT -5
As Alexander made his way from the wand shop, D'rorah smiled slightly. She rather looked forward to having a class with him. She seemed to the sort who genuinely enjoyed the subject he taught, and she had found that such people often offered the most interesting classes. Glancing at the flowers on the counter, she looked around for something else to do. She had managed to finish her inventory and everything was finally organized and clean. She had spent some amount of time dusting by hand, knowing it was tricky at best to use magic around so many wands. Besides, she found that having something to do with her hands had made her feel somewhat useful.
Now, however, she had nothing to do besides wait for the next customer. In fact, she waited several hours, until it was time for the shop to close again, without seeing any more customers. Locking the door behind her, she headed off for Hogwart's for the week.
The shop would have to be closed during the week while she was busy with classes and the like. During days when she had no classes, she was to make her way here to open the shop for a few hours during the day. All orders while the shop was closed were being forwarded to her by owl so that she would be able to fill them on the days when she could make it to Diagon Alley.
She returned, quite a few days later to re-open the shop, finding no orders waiting for her. She seemed in a rather uncharacteristic mood as she unlocked the door to the shop. A subtle smile had found its way to her lips at the thought of all that had transpired during the time she had been at Hogwart's. Foremost among those thoughts was Dylan. She wondered whether she might see him today. Remembering that he was not old enough to apparate, she decided it was fairly unlikely but went about opening the shop.
As the weather seemed to be particularly cool and bright, she propped open the door and windows to allow a breeze to pass through. No longer the dusty, dimly lit shop people were accustomed to in the past, it was now bright, airy and clean. She stood in the doorway of the shop, watching pedestrians pass by as she waited for a customer.
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Post by Christopher Wren on Sept 25, 2007 10:57:09 GMT -5
This was something that Christian had been looking forward too. He stepped into the shop and took a deep breath. Ah, the fresh smell of new wands. Not that he had a particular interest in new wands...just HIS new wand. It would help him get places in life...especially when his old wand had been destroyed in the fire.
He nodded gently at the girl in the store, suddenly feeling fairly uncomfortable. Great...people. In other words: social interaction. That was always something he looked forward to. Note the sarcasm.
He took a slip of paper and dug around in his pocket for a pen. To his dismay, he couldn't find it. So, he put on a brilliant smile and turned to the girl. "Would you mind if I borrowed a pen or quill?" or pencil or whatever people used around here...
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Sept 25, 2007 11:58:44 GMT -5
D'rorah watched as a young man entered the shop, returning his slight nod with one that nearly mirrored the movement. His appearance was surprising; never before had she met anyone as pale as she... and his hair was similar in shade, though slightly lighter. She decided that he reminded her quite a bit of her own appearance, except that his eyes were a brilliant, stark blue where her own were grey. She watched as he searched for a writing utensil and nodded slightly as he asked to borrow a pen or quill.
Reaching into a pocket in her robes, she extracted a pen. Along with the young man's appearance, she noted an American accent. Being from New York herself, it always intrigued her to come across a fellow American here in England. Inwardly, she mused that she and he might have been twins separated at birth, considering the remarkable similarities in their appearances.
Handing him the pen without comment, she returned to stand behind the counter to await his order. She almost wished she still had some inventorying or organizing to do, anything to give her a distraction from simply awaiting his order. Not being a very social person herself, she felt no impetus to initiate conversation, perferring to leave the boy in peace... if that was what he desired.
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Post by Christopher Wren on Sept 25, 2007 12:03:21 GMT -5
Without so much as a thank you, he took the pen and started writing, the scratching of the pen against the parchment the only sound breaking the silence. Chris was not a very social person, so this worked very well for him and he instantly started to relax (though he hadn't even realized that he was tense until then).
Name: Christian Lewis Preferred Wand Length: Anything that doesn't make a skinny, lanky 5'11" tall boy look awkward...about 14 or so inches About: No preference, really. Just something interesting that will help make me stand out
He handed her the slip of paper and waited somewhat awkwardly. He wasn't much for conversation, but he wasn't much for awkward silence either. Regular silence, he could stand...just not the awkward kind.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Sept 25, 2007 12:17:23 GMT -5
D'rorah accepted the parchment and read over it quickly. She glanced up, eyeing the young man before her with a discerning gaze. She thought for a moment as she considered the paper again... something interesting...
"Pardon me, Mister Lewis, I believe I have just the thing," she remarked quietly. Turning, she disappeared into the back storeroom, traveling past the stacks of boxes which she normally selected from to a smaller section in the very back. She considered the shelves for a moment before selecting a box and making her way back to the front.
She returned to the counter and quietly set the box atop it, removing the lid. "This particular wand is fourteen inches black walnut wood with a chimaera scale core. " The wood of the wand was a deep black with thin inlay of silver that ran from handle to tip, truly a one-of-a-kind item. But then, no two wands were ever truly the same anyway. The chimaera scale core, in particular, was incredibly rare and not the sort of material one saw very often. For a moment, she was almost envious of the boy.
"Please, do try it," she added, sliding the box carefully across the counter-top toward him.
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Post by Christopher Wren on Sept 25, 2007 12:23:59 GMT -5
Chimaera scale? That certainly was interesting; he had never heard of that before.
He smiled, a sort of eerie half-smile, as he took the wand and flicked his wrist. He heard something crash in the distance and the smile disappeared as he winced. "This will work," he commented. "And I'm sorry about whatever I made crash, I'll help clean it up."
What? If this girl could pick out a wand that suited him just like that, on the first try, than she was certainly someone interesting.
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