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Pick a Creature: Niffler
What type of magic appeals to you: Illusions
Most Proud of trait: Creativity
Which subject would you do best in: Care of Magical Creatures
How would you describe yourself: Adaptable, Light-Hearted, Unstable, Courageous, Strong Willed, Clever, Protective, Impulsive, Curious, Mischievous
After Hogwarts, what would you like to do: Work with Magical Creatures
What are you afraid of: Becoming dangerous like his grandfather.
Roleplay: Date - 03.Aug.1919
There had never been a place Fred was that had ever felt this different from home. Sparks and smells, shrieks and spells. All things he had never even imagined in his most wildest dreams. Fred made his way through the crowded alley full of strange magical people, feeling a little overwhelmed by the stark contrasts to his home.
Luckily, he wasn't entirely alone. He had snuck his best friend from the farm, an Old English Sheepdog named Finn, along with him. A few people cast stares at the dog, but Fred wasn’t sure why. There certainly seemed to be an abundance of animals around, from squalling owls to yowling cats.
Finn stayed close to his side, growling a little every once in a while at the odd smells. Forcing himself to concentrate for a single second, the ten-year-old squinted at the parchment of his supplies list before looking around at the various shops. He needed a wand, whatever that was, and a lot of other strange items. The titles of the shops weren’t exactly helpful.
“Elder and Ash.” He slowly murmured aloud as he read the sign, wondering what sort of elders sold ash there. It couldn’t hurt to find out, and he had to start somewhere. “What do you think, Finn?” The dog snuffled around the entrance suspiciously. “Yeah, everything here’s real odd.”
“Ello!” He greeted cheerfully as he eagerly pushed open the door to the establishment. The boy quickly stepped inside the shop with Finn close on his heels. It seemed to be full of rectangular boxes with sticks. Interesting! Surely it had one of the things from his list! “What sort of old elder ash do you sell here? The magical kind?” As he asked the questions, Finn set about sniffing all over the strange smells around the shop.
“Good day to you! Welcome to Elder and Ash, I am Bernadette…Hmm… Or Bernie or Miss Hawthorn or Witchy McWitchface,” she titters with laughter, high and squeaky. “Don’t you fret, I will answer to just about anything… Except Clyde.” She shakes her head emphatically. “HE is a bowtruckle and can be quite persnickety, so watch your eyeballs, he likes to poke.” She nods at the young student, as if what she said was the most important piece of knowledge to take away from this conversation.
“Can I assume you are here to find your wand? Yes!? Of course! Good Good.” Not waiting for a response, Bernie comes around the counter and begins measuring the patron who just entered her shop. Lifting this arm and that, measuring each individual finger, kneeling and quickly measuring their feet, then popping back up to look deeply, and awkwardly into their eyes. “Fascinating. Did you know a quarter of the bones in your body are in your hand? No?! I didn't think so. OK! Let’s find you a wand. Pop Pop!”
Bernie ran around the shop, spitting out random nonsense facts that most people really didn’t need to know. “Did you know that your left lung is slightly smaller than your right? Did ya? Nope. Why? To make room for your heart? Awwww, so sweet.”
“Ok, let's try this one on for size.” Coming down from a ladder with a long box, Bernie handed the wand over to the student. It was rare to find a match with the first box, but it could be done. “Go on then,” she said, waving her hands about. “Give it a flick.”
Sycamore Wood with a Displacer Beast Tentacle core, 13in, Springy
Wood:
The sycamore makes a questing wand, eager for new experience and losing brilliance if engaged in mundane activities. It is a quirk of these handsome wands that they may combust if allowed to become ‘bored,’ and many witches and wizards, settling down into middle age, are disconcerted to find their trusty wand bursting into flame in their hand as they ask it, one more time, to fetch their slippers. As may be deduced, the sycamore’s ideal owner is curious, vital and adventurous, and when paired with such an owner, it demonstrates a capacity to learn and adapt that earns it a rightful place among the world's most highly-prized wand woods.
Core:
Coming from a creature so rare and well hidden that even most if the magical world considers them mere myths, Displacer Beast tentacle wands are quite rare, but nonetheless fairly powerful and quite loyal. Wands with this core are of somewhat above average power with decent range, and perform exceptionally in magic to do with misdirection , illusions and the senses.
These wands choose owners who are intelligent and independent, and believe whole heartedly that the thrill is in the chase more than the capture. Not fond of direct conflict they have a knack for trickery and misdirection and use it in almost every area of their life, whether to win a game or sport, get a leg up in life or for something as meaningless as cutting in line. Though this often helps them win at things, they may also damn themselves and lose by drawing a contest or game out to “play with their food,” whether to toy with their opponents out of some childish sadism or because they just don’t want to be done playing.
Springy < the most common, easy to learn and cast, average power
If you love this combo, great! If you like one piece of your wand (core, wood, flexibility, etc.) Put that at the bottom of your next post in an OOC message. I will keep that the same for the next option. Or, I can come up with an entirely new wand. UP TO YOU!
At first, Fred was surprised by the personality of the woman who introduced herself as, well, quite a few names. He found it hard to suppress a laugh at the woman’s squeaky voice and eccentric attitude. She certainly had a way with making people comfortable.
“Bow-truck-el?” Fred repeated curiously, peering around for this Clyde fellow with a bow but not finding him anywhere. He kept both eyes out for any sudden movements in the direction of his eyeballs just in case!
A smile nearly split his face in two as he watched the woman (Bernie, had she said?), run around the shop with as much energy as he often had. He liked this lady. She was a lot like him. Green eyes sparkling with mischief, he followed close behind her on her journey through the boxes, the random facts going in one ear and out the other until he was standing beside a ladder as the woman handed him a large stick she called the wand and said to “try it on for size,” whatever that meant. But anytime he was asked to try something, you could be sure he would try it!
So this was a wand? The young boy wrapped his hand around the long stick- wand. The wood felt strange in his hand, but there was no time to lose! With a wide grin, Fred moved the wand around in the air in what he hoped was the kind of flick he was supposed to do. At first, nothing happened. He was rather disappointed. Suddenly, Finn’s bark cut through the air, clearly sensing something was off. Then he felt a strange, growing vibration and a puff of smoke emitted from the tip. Was that supposed to happen?
“Bernie, is a wand supposed to do that?” He asked curiously, peering at the wand closer.
OOC: I like where this is going! The flexibility seems right for sure!
“OH FOR THE LOVE OF CHERRY BLOSSOMS! That was NOT the one.” Snatching it out of their hand, Bernie packaged the wand up gingerly, folding the gauze ribbon over the wand as if it were a sleeping baby. The box was carefully placed on the back counter under a sign that read “NOPE!” Those would be cleaned and checked for damage before returning to the shelf.
“Ok, let me think, let me think. Hmm..” Turning abruptly, Bernie went to stare at the poor young soul in her shop. Arms crossed, fingers tapping thoughtfully on her chin. After a couple rotations around the student, she stopped and closed one eye… Then the other. “Did you know there are no muscles in your fingers? No? Shocking! Well… you do now. Ok, I think I have an option.” Skipping up a ladder and over a short walkway Bernie grabbed without even looking and popped down the ladder, coming to stop behind the counter.
“Ok, let's see if this one causes less smoke! One can only hope.”
Dogwood with a Billywig Stinger Core, 12 1/2in, Springy
Wood:
Dogwood is one of my own personal favorites, and I have found that matching a dogwood wand with its ideal owner is always entertaining. Dogwood wands are quirky and mischievous; they have playful natures and insist upon partners who can provide them with scope for excitement and fun. It would be quite wrong, however, to deduce from this that dogwood wands are not capable of serious magic when called upon to do so; they have been known to perform outstanding spells under difficult conditions, and when paired with a suitably clever and ingenious witch or wizard, can produce dazzling enchantments. An interesting foible of many dogwood wands is that they refuse to perform non-verbal spells and they are often rather noisy.
Core:
Billywig stingers are not common in Britain, but are occasionally imported from Australia, the native habitat of the Billywig. Billywig wands bond almost exclusively to light-hearted pranksters, and are extremely capricious- at one moment it will produce the strongest Cheering Charm in the school, but another time it will object to being used as a potion stirrer and siphon up hours of work without so much as a by-your-leave. When they do bond to a witch or wizard, they tend to be of Hufflepuff or Gryffindor.
Springy < the most common, easy to learn and cast, average power
Again, if you want this one great, or a portion or a fully new one. YOUR CHOICE! One more option available!
“Not the right one? Blimey!” Fred exclaimed, his voice reflecting his surprise. It had certainly done something magical! “What makes the magic ‘right?’ Will I flick all of them in the shop until the right one is found?”
With all the energy Bernie put into her words, Fred observed that she took extra good care of her wands. Why, she was treating them like he would a newborn lamb!
“No muscles in your fingers?” Fred repeated incredulously. How do you move them then? Were there strings attached somewhere?
The young boy watched the shopkeeper as she brought another wand down. He couldn’t wait! If the first wand had made a bit of smoke, maybe the next one would create a whole fire! Holding the second wand, the boy examined the wooden tool. It admittedly looked very similar to the other wand. Wait- this one was definitely darker and redder.
As he flicked the second wand that was given to him, golden and red sparks in the shape of birds flew through the air and chased each other playfully around Finn’s head. The sheepdog’s tail wagged and he yipped excitedly, chasing the birds around the shop.
Fred stared at the wand in wonder after the birds faded. So that was magic! Had he really made that happen? It was much more wonderful than his wildest imagination! He flicked it again, wondering if it could do anything else.
“This one has to be the right one, right?”
OOC: Thank you! This definitely looks like it is the right one for Fred!
“OH GOOD FUN! We have a winner!” Bernie sings, dancing a jig behind the counter. “That is fantastic! And you only destroyed a small portion of my shop. Thanks for that, I appreciate the restraint.”
Flitting around behind the counter, mumbling to herself while pulling a few things out here and there. “Ok, ARE YOU LISTENING?!” Green eyes wide, red hair fluffed out with her exertion. “I hope you are…” She said slowly, looking at the student carefully. “Here are the things you will need. FIRST!” She said with a flourish, “is your wand holster. You may strap it to your leg, or arm, sew it into clothing or use a pocket on the inside of your robes. DO NOT EVER! Put it in your back pocket. No No No. That's how little Tommy blew off a butt cheek. Yes he did. Big tadoo.” She trailed off, shaking her head at the poor unfortunate state of little Tommy.
“NEXT! Here is a jar of polish and a rag. Keep. Your. Wand. CLEAN! Do not make me say it again. It is important. And don’t even get me started on using it to pick your nose or itch your ear.” Wide green eyes met those of the student, her hands went up over her head, miming an explosion, “Boom!”
“AND THIRD! Wait… What's the third thing… umm, OH YES! Silly me. Have fun dear. Be good at Hogwarts, eat your veggies and stay away from the East Wing, I hear it’s haunted.” She gave them a knowing smile and walked away. As her back turned to the student, a small green leggy creature could be seen hanging on to her hat. Little Clyde, watching over his favorite human.
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