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He nodded. "Very well... to find a new mate, it helps if I first know something about you. So if you wouldn't mind providing me some details about what makes you, you. Your history... significant events that may have changed you..."
- "This gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark," Message Me - 18:30, February 17, 2017 (UTC)
She knows better than to get herself tangled up with the authorities, so she plays it off with a smile, adopting a relaxed posture. "Well... I attended Durmstrang. Mutter left my family when I was just a babe to start fresh. Vater... well, he wasn't a good man. I attended Durmstrang and excelled in Potions - and dueling, for that matter. I found out I had a half-brother in fourth year, but he disappeared without a trace shortly after my graduation," she pauses. She recognizes can't elaborate further than that, so she makes a swift change in the conversation's direction. "I like to duel. I'm adept at making potions, even the hardest ones there are. I can be sneaky and secretive, but I just like to keep my matters private, I suppose," she shrugs.
- "This gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark," Message Me - 18:38, February 17, 2017 (UTC)
"Its usefulness, definitely. Depending on the potion, you could heal someone so much as you could make them suffer. You could pass for someone else, you could unlock different parts of your brain you've never used before. The list of its uses is endless."
- "This gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark," Message Me - 18:52, February 17, 2017 (UTC)
"Unwavering loyalty, always being there for me, not having a problem with being my support system, never doubting me, etcetera etcetera," she lists off without hesitance; she has thought this out, clearly.
He nodded. "Very well, let us make our first attempt at a match." He turns and carefully pulls a box from the bottom of a pile, leaving the stack intact. He presents the box to her. "Hawthorn, and Unicorn Hair."
He was already at the front, waving good-bye to his previous customer, when the girls came in. He gave them a smile. "How might I help you ladies today?"
Maisie Wilde☆Ravenclaw, 1st Year☆ -"You said tomorrow yesterday! I'm ready now!" – 14:25, May 6, 2017 (UTC)
Maisie curiously peeked from behind the door then practically jumped into the store. Bubbling with excitement, she had to force herself not to scream. "Hello..?" She asked, tucking her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear.
A wrinkled smile came to his face. "As it has always been... the wand chooses the witch. So... in order to begin a more successful search, please tell me about yourself. Whatever you feel would be pertinent. "
- "You were made to be real, not perfect."
Message Me - 10:21 AM, ET
"Well, I have a full line of Pure-blood ancestors and my parents are quite wealthy, with what I've seen. My first sign of magic showed when a few boys started bullying me, and I find myself here, looking for a wand so I can control my magic now.." Harper said softly. "My life is pretty boring, so that's all, really."
He nods and turns, observing his many, many boxes. His fingers flit about stopping here, there... and then. He takes a box carefully from the very bottom of a pile. "Let us try this to begin.... Hornbeam and Hippocampus Scale. Eight inches, precisely."