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Pick a Creature:
Niffler
What type of magic appeals to you:
Knowledge
Most Proud of trait:
Intelligence
Which subject would you do best in
Transfiguration
How would you describe yourself: (pick as many as you want)
Temperamental
Resilient
Strong Willed
After Hogwarts, what would you like to do:
Shopkeeper - Mechanical and Wizarding Devices Repair & Sales
What are you afraid of:
Death
“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.”
Reed Wood, Dragon Heartstring Core, 13in, Swishy
Reed:
Reed wands were best suited to those who were bold and were eloquent speakers, and proved to be very protective friends. Coupled with a dragon heartstring core, the owner's loyalty would be greatly admired by their friends.
Dragon Heartstring:
As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner.
The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.
Swishy < slightly harder to learn and cast, just slightly more powerful
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!
Summer Prior to First Year
He blinked and wondered if he looked like a muggleborn. Yes, he’d been sent with some coins from his grandparents shop which was around the corner blocks away in Knockturn Alley meaning his clothes were plain. However, he didn’t realize they were so plain someone might introduce themselves as Witchy McWitchface.
Did they really get that many kids scared of magic when they picked up their first wand? He felt more uncertain of whether he was in the right place than coddled by the mention of the name which was likely what was intended.
He said nothing as he was much more interested when she said the word bowtruckle. The guarded wood in the forest. The good stuff according to his grandfather which made him even more curious why a living stick would be in a shop that sold wands.
He said “ Can bow truckles be wands? “
Then the business of the selection started and a series of useless facts. He’d never count the bones in his hand nor would he actually ever see real lungs to compare them. At least a wand was handed to him.
“Give it a flick.
He took the wand and gave it a good flick with the motions he’d learned for incendio even if he didn’t say the words. What he didn’t expect was to hear the air crackle with a boom like thunder. He said “ Seems like it works. That boom was louder than when one is in a clock tower and it strikes the hour. “ Something that had happened once when he'd gone exploring in the wizarding area of Belfast with some of his friends.
“ Can bow truckles be wands? “
The look of astonishment and horror on her face was almost funny in it's theatrics. "They most certainly CAN NOT!" In actuality, they probably could. She would research it later when Clyde was sleeping.
And then he waved the wand.
“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. It could have been a more explosive response, but all the same, he needed to try another.
“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 sings to you! One can only hope.”
Walnut wood, Dragon Heartstring , 12 ¾ , Swishy
Walnut Wood:
Highly intelligent witches and wizards ought to be offered a walnut wand for trial first, because in nine cases out of ten, the two will find in each other their ideal mate. Walnut wands are often found in the hands of magical innovators and inventors; this is a handsome wood possessed of unusual versatility and adaptability. A note of caution, however: while some woods are difficult to dominate, and may resist the performance of spells that are foreign to their natures, the walnut wand will, once subjugated, perform any task its owner desires, provided that the user is of sufficient brilliance. This makes for a truly lethal weapon in the hands of a witch or wizard of no conscience, for the wand and the wizard may feed from each other in a particularly unhealthy manner.
Dragon Heartstring:
As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner.
The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.
Swishy < slightly harder to learn and cast, just slightly more powerful
Again, if you want this one great, or a portion or a fully new one. YOUR CHOICE! One more option available!
He said “ That’s a pity I think they are the only wood that could be a core? “ As cores had to have some cool magical creature bit if he remembered correctly. With bowtruckles in his opinion definitely probably being cool enough.
He just blinked at the comment about cherry blossoms. He certainly thought anything that just made a boom of thunder like the wand that had just been taken from him was certainly magical. In fact it felt like it definitely had a power. A power that there was certainly a part of him that wanted. He wanted to be the best and a powerful wand would give him a head start on that.
Then it seemed the woman was looking at other wands. Strangely her thinking resulted in another meaningless to him fact being spewed out when all he wanted was a wand. As the sooner he got a wand he could return back to the shop and continue fixing that clock he’d been working on earlier.
Taking the next wand he was handed he gave it a fancy swish with a few circles. No booms like thunder. Thought it definitely had a feeling. It felt right. Though the other one felt powerful. He wasn't sure about it as he wanted to be powerful like his dad, but would a wand that made such a reaction like the first just be reckless?
He gave the wand a look and another flick where it sorta made some of the air warm in front of it. It definitely worked even if it was less exciting.
He said “ It’ll do. Feels tingly. “
“OH GOOD FUN! We have a winner!” Bernie sings, dancing a jig behind the counter. “That is fantastic! And you didn't destroy 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 excursion. “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, staring at the boy with beady eyes.
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