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Charity and Melinda
Charity PrinceHufflepuff Alumna -"Wherever the art of Medicine is loved, so is the art of Humanity." – 16:22, February 2, 2015 (UTC)
"Ah, forgive me. I have become accustomed to a certain rut, and sadly this has developed into the rails along which my thought processes canter of their own volition. A question, some variety, will be most welcome. What can I help you with, my dear?"
She would look back at Charity, then fix her gaze on him. "Well...I was reading about wand cores. ...and it says in the book that adult unicorn hairs are used. Why not baby unicorns when they're all gold still?"
"A very reasonable and reasoned enquiry, my dear. The - short answer is that the magic in the golden hair is, like its donor, unfixed and destined to grow and change. Thus, on the rare occasions it has been attempted, it has led, within a year, to the violent discord of wood and core. The wands in question have, without exception, exploded. This is not an outcome any reputable wandmaker would find acceptable."
"However, as you and your friend continue to grow, the changing circumstances will paint an entirely different complexion upon the matter. The unicorn is a viable donor at age six, and a wand core freely given and intended for the use of a specific individual is a rare and wondrous thing. The magics which can be accomplished therewith are - sublime."
She would consider. "I don't know how old she is...but you're saying once she's old enough that might work?" She would glance at Charity. "If she gave me a hair or two, how much extra would it be to use that when I get my wand?"
Charity PrinceHufflepuff Alumna -"Wherever the art of Medicine is loved, so is the art of Humanity." – 19:40, February 2, 2015 (UTC)
*With a small, apologetic cough.* "It is, I'm afraid, considerably more expensive, since the wand maker is compelled to take inordinate care in the wood selection, bearing the intended core with them, usually, to numerous sites, even once the desired wood is established, to find the precise tree with which the given core will be most compatible, and then the whitling and coring processes are both required to be kept to an absolute minimum, in order not to dilute the partnership. Such a wand, even for a craftsman, is at least two weeks of constant, though not ceaseless, care, attention and frequent work. It would therefore generally retail in the fifty to one hundred Galleon range, assuming the core were already provided."
Charity PrinceHufflepuff Alumna -"Wherever the art of Medicine is loved, so is the art of Humanity." – 19:50, February 2, 2015 (UTC)
She inhaled sharply. That was quite the hefty price. She looked down apologetically at Melinda, hoping she understood.
She would wince at the figure, not looking at her sister. She would do her best to keep her cheerful demeanor, knowing there was no way that would be happening. "She would give Mr. Ollivander a smile and a nod. "Ok...well thank you so much for answering my questions."
*He continues as though no other voice had spoken.* "If, however, both core and wood were to be available already, then the combination, though still complex, should not cost more than about - eighteen Galleons. Someone would need, in such a hypothetical scenario, to research with care the compatibility of the adaptable Unicorn with the various woods, and to consider local sources beloved of the donor as the highest probability matches, but with diligence and drive, I should imagine such to be possible."
She would think about that. "Ok...so I'll see and let you know if we can make it work out...and if I can get the unicorn hair or not..."
Charity PrinceHufflepuff Alumna -"Wherever the art of Medicine is loved, so is the art of Humanity." – 02:19, February 3, 2015 (UTC)
She frowned a little. Based on the cost alone, it shouldn't be an option, but the vast complexity of the situation really made that decision firm for her. Nevertheless, she nodded. "Thank you for your help, Mr. Ollivander. I'm sure we'll be back for Melinda's first wand soon," she said with a smile.
*He pulls out a loupe and scrutinises the follicular sample, paying close attention to the argent tinting already taking place. He then restores the glass to his pocket, and addresses the younger girl.* "These are fine material for a core, but as I believe I mentioned before, the donor must have reached maturity for a stable wand core to be created. The good news is that, judging by the colouration, you friend is only weeks away, and given the magical and voluntary nature of the gift these hairs should achieve their adult state simultaneously. Could either of you *He pulls out a map of the Bagmans' home county* indicate where - Princess, was it? - tends to graze? This will allow me to identify proximate trees of the relevant types, and discover which, if any, have suitable wand quality wood."
She would frown at Charity. "I'm pretty sure Princess is an adult. She's fully grown..." She would shrug...he would know best. She would look at the map, pointing to the lake. "We play here...but she lives in the forest by these trees." She would look at him. "You'll have to be careful...there are forest trolls." She would smile, then remember something. "Oh...and when I told Thomas, he said to let you know there were a lot of bowtruckles in that forest. I don't know what he meant, but he said you would."
*The grin is surprisingly boyish, given the number of wrinkles it encompasses.* "Your brother is quite correct - it does augur most hearteningly for the success of the project. However, forest trolls will entail certain precautions, so the warning is most meet. Well, I imagine it will require some fortnight to gather all the requisite components and ensure the aging of the intended core, so shall we say here once more on the 14th?"
*The old man rises, unfolds from behind the counter, and for once there is something rather - menacing about the play of shadows on his face.* "Courtesy, young man, is costless - and whilst what you think is entirely your business, what you express in my establishment becomes mine. There are other wandmakers, if this 'dump' does not meet your needs."
*As he came out, he became a little frightened. He didn't expect him to sound so - intimidating.* My apologies. *he says emptily* I don't believe I know what I'm supposed to be doing here. From what I understand, you choose the wand for me, and I pay for it. Is that right? *he scratches his head, having trouble understanding it all.*
"Rather, I present options and you and the various wands decide among yourselves whether the glove fits, so to speak. My father believed, as I do in essence, that the wand chooses the wizard, but mutual satisfaction is necessary. So, if I am to bring a century of experience into useful service, I need to know whatever you feel able to tell me about yourself, in order to make the most suitable suggestions. Therefore, when you are ready, please begin with the things which matter to and interest you most."
*He fiddled with his thumbs as he held his hands out on the desk, folded.* I dunno. What's most important to me? I - I guess ... I don't know! What's this - ergh. *he stopped for a moment and blinked hard.* I guess I'd have to say winning. I want to be the best. Is that an acceptable answer? I like sports too. And war movies. I dunno.
*He looked up.* Well like, today? I think? Because I had to come to London, Mum and Dad took me and my brothers to the London Eye. That was pretty great. I got to ride in the car with my dad too, so ... That was fun. He knows a bunch of history stuff, and none of my brothers got to hear him talk about it. *He said with a menacing grin.*
"As I believe I mentioned earlier, in order to recommend a suitable potential partner, I need to have a reasonable understanding of you - your motivations, dreams, goals etc.. With such an outline I can begin to suggest wands which may prove suitable. Otherwise, it is a shot in the dark."
I don't know, I don't understand any of this magic stuff. Sometimes it feels like I'm just on a pranked show. I keep waiting for Ashton Kutcher to come out of a side room and say "You just got punked" or something, but ... I guess it's all real. I'm not sure ... I guess the one where you do spells?
*He thought for a second.* Well, I dunno. I barely know what ... magic ... is! I can't -- ergh. *He put his head down, frutrasted, trying hard to think. This was all so new to him. He couldn't hardly bare it any longer.* I guess, protection? *he looks back up* Or, like, I think it'd be good for when someone's attacking you, or robbing you, I don't know, and you use magic to stop them or something. I don't know. *he breathes in deeply and lets it out.*
*The irritation is long gone, the frown faded, and the old man looks with empathy and understanding at his young customer.* "My apologies, I fear I have explained the process badly. There are no bad or wrong answers possible, and the questions I ask are from habit those which grant a degree of insight relatively rapidly. Anything you feel able to discuss will allow me to adduc- get the information I need, though perhaps it may take us a little longer. So, please, pick a theme you're comfortable with, and we can talk about that."
No *he shook his head.* It's my fault. I don't - I don't understand anything that's going on with all of this magic stuff. *He put his head in his palm and shook his head.* Okay - anything you ask me I will answer quickly instead of thinking. I'm ready. *he nodded, his head now looking back up at Ollivander.*