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His hand trembles slightly as he reaches for the door handle, heart racing. Today he would find his wand. He couldn't help but feel there is something serenely personal about, like a statement on who he is. Another part of him feels like he'll just be told there's been a mistake and he is not, in fact, a wizard. Just the casual self-deprecation setting in. He turns the knob, taking two steps in. "Hi," he squeaks, face going red. Friggin voice.
"Our very essence of existence, young sir, although if I might beg mildly to differ, *A sweeping hand takes in the superscription over the door* you come rather to be chosen than to choose. That aside, the bond must needs be mutual, and so we strive to find that example of the art which is most compatible with your good self. Hence, and in preparation, I shall require information of you ... or perhaps more accurately on you. Almost anything you might care to share, within the bounds of decorum. So, please, tell me about yourself."
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"Oh yeah, of course." He nods his head, mentally berating himself for his word usage. "Well, I'm pretty young, as you can tell. I'm originally from Colombia,uh, with an o not a u-" he laughs weakly at his joke "-I moved here from the U.S. Uhmmm..." Mateo thinks hard. "I'm t-trans? a transguy. I didn't know if that's really relevant though." His ears go pink. Even if he isn't afraid to tell people who he is, he's used to being stigmatized. "Uh.....I guess it's important to know I'm happy now. Happier. I had this really bad depression but like, I guess I didn't really realize it till it was getting better. I mean, I don't wake up wanting to die anymore." He laughs again out of nerves. Maybe he's said too much. What does a wand have to do with happiness? The guy probably thinks he's crazy. Man I must seem angsty, he groans internally.
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"Well.." He thinks. "Maybe someone that'll make me laugh, and gets my humor. Someone that'll always be there for me, that I can text at 2am, and if we weren't such good friends, date." He smiles bashfully.
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He doesn't want to say so, because it's a little embarrassing, but he manages to say it anyways. "I..that sounds accurate," He smiles sheepishly. It's actually really hard to tell when I like someone as a friend or love someone, but he doesn't say this out loud.)
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"Nighttime," he answers automatically. "I have a few international friends and that's the best time to reach them. Plus...that's the only time I'll really be awake," he adds honestly, smiling apologetically.
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He thinks about this inappropriately first, then wipes it out of his mind. Damnit Lamb. "Uhmm....I don't think magic..." He takes a moment. "Well, I guess I don't think magic should change a person. Physically? Okay, that's fine. Spritually, personality wise, virtues, all of that, I don't think magic should play a role in changing that." He shrugs, knowing it's a dumb answer.
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"It's really dependent on the situation but..." he grimaces a little. "If a friend outright denounces me to me face, or continually acts in a very fake manner. Even then, I'll take a lot, but repairing the friendship and trust is really hard." He shrugs. "I'm about change too but... even if we become friends again I'll hold some reservations."
-Life is full of mysteries, but do we need a department for it? Message Me – He has to think about this. "Well, I'd say it's dangerous, but so are wizards right? It would be most ethical to provide the same rights to being of our intellect level, maybe even m-moreso." He blushes a little at his response.
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He walks into the shop, a small bag of money in tow. After the expenditure on the quidditch game, he'd managed to recover some assets from his dear old dad. Unwanted money, but necessary if he is to attend hogwarts properly. Wolfie makes way to the back of the store. "Hello?" He calls.
"Then I fear I can be of no assistance. You might try Quality Quidditch Supplies, if your information is as haphazard as it appears. Good day." *He turns and practically marches towards the lathe in the far corner.*
*He turns on a heel, with a suddenness which should endanger the balance of one ... so rich in years, but doesn't.* "You seem, young man, to be labouring under a pernicious and perilous misapprehension - you have no right to a wand, and, above all, I am under no compulsion, legal, moral or spiritual, to furnish you with such. Ergo, you are confronted with two choices - address me with civility and treat my work with respect, or depart. That decision is entirely yours." *There is an unquestionable crackle in the air, a miasma of power swirling and fluming to centre on the quiet but rigid figure in its midst.*
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A wand is a wand is a wand, and if he has to swallow his pride to get one, so be it. Wolfie after all, isn't an idiot, only an ass. His expression remains unchanged. "Alright then. Sir, may I please test out a wand from your fine establishment, and possibly buy one should there be one that finds me agreeable." His tone is plain.
*The smile is restrained, but visible.* "Self-restraint is, even for a Slytherin, a trait worth cultivating, for those occasions where bluster and power will not achieve the desired end. Perhaps your time at the castle will be more productive than I initially imagined. So, in the quest for a wand, and to limit the strain prolonged separation from sarcasm may place on you, let us begin. What is the best magic that you have heard of?"
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He raises an eyebrow. Fine. "Perhaps a magic that could stop a drunk from being forgetful of protecting his family, or you know, the standard magic that could cure lycanthropy. Although I suppose no magic is that useful yet."
Brody had been called in to work at the last minute, but he'd told her to go ahead and get her wand. He'd catch up with her when he could. She entered the shop hesitantly looking around herself in amazement at the amount of wands in the shop
She hesitated before she launched into her story, Brody had warned her about this question "My mum's a witch but my dad's a vampire." She hurried on quickly, not wanting to give him time to determine what that meant about her "My mum didn't find out until after she was pregnant with me and she wasn't too happy. They stayed together for my sake but that only lasted until i was 4. They got a divorce and my brother and I switched between their houses every few months. My mum got remarried pretty quick, introducing two step siblings to the family and my dad remarried after that introducing 4 more. When i was 8 my older brother got custody of me and i've been living with him ever since, we don't really have much contact with my parents any more"
*His face is grave, his tone utterly serious.* "I must point out that a vampire bloodline is in and of itself - problematic. Wands do not cooperate with vampires, and even among the half-blood community there are numerous examples of those who could not find an accepting wand."
"That having been said, wandlore is so named for good reason, since it entails that which surpasses comprehensive mortal understanding, to whit the will of the wand, and if you are prepared to take the risk, we may yet discover a baton which seeks what you have to offer."
She frowned ever so slightly, having to actually put a lot of though into the question "I guess i'm smart?" She suggested unsure before continuing on hesitantly "I like to understand how things work so i'm a but of a curious person. And i've been told i'm funny at times."
She frowned slightly puzzled, she didn't know if she particularly admired anyone "I..I guess i admire people like me. Part vampires, werewolves. I guess i admire the adult's who have survived despite knowing what they are and sometimes people's opinions of them"
"Very well, let us make our first assay. *Seemingly independently-minded fingers skirt and scuttle over the wandbox stack, darting together to extract, without other impact, one box from the agglomeration.* "This is a mere six and one-half inches, it is true, however, being composed of Tibetan Cherry filtering a Lobalug Venom Sac core it is disproportionately powerful, and somewhat - willful. Let us see if you gel, shall we?" *He holds out the open box.*
*An apparition, a ten-foot tall winged, fanged demon burst from the wandtip, turning this way and that to roar silent defiance at the universe. As Bailey stares, she feels a sting on her wandhand, and a small smouldering trail leads back to the bottom of the wand. On her thenar space, a five-sixths circle was etched in acid, with a writhing tail.*
*Everything except his physical body recoils, and the old man is visibly, audibly flustered.* ""It - marked you! Forgive me, my dear ... had I known, nay, imagine- yes, yes, the wand, well, I cannot in truth claim to known what the wand is, but the essential meaning is clear - you are its choice." *He gives a full body shudder.* "Under the circumstances, I could not possibly take payment. It was meant to be with you, obviously, though what that bodes - well, perhaps you might consult a Seer. I apologise for being .. less than composed. I must acknowledge I have never, even with a Dhampir, seen quite that sequence of events before. The wand, undoubtedly, is yours."
*Pulling himself together with an effort and a loudly expelled breath.* "The Tibetan Cherry is specifically used to neutralise the, let us say 'nastier' cores, but given the virulence of this specimen, caution can hardly be excessive. In short, you will need to school your emotions in order to use the wand, rather than the other way around."
*The old man smiles, gently, for the first time in several minutes.* "My apologies, my dear, I was taken aback. The interaction is, as I have said, unique and unanticipated, and the latter rarely happens to me these days. I believe you have a strong bond with the wand, possibly unparalleled, but that it will require active nurturing and development on your side if the relationship is not to prove - lopsided. I would strongly urge you, therefore, to spend considerable time before you go to the castle, in some secluded spot, becoming familiar with your new companion."