InsaneJournal

RP: What will the night bring?
Characters: Varin, open
Time/Date: Early afternoon, October 27
Location: Diagon Alley shop
Warnings/Rating: Narrative swears
Summary: Varin ponders while tending customers and making wands
Status: Open, ongoing



Varin wondered as he always did what the wolves were going to get up to. He knew nothing, of course, because it was safer that way ... but he'd provided Sterling with several vials of Wolfsbane. Enough for most of his current pack, if he wasn't mistaken in regard to the size of it. If Fenrir wanted them all to be coherent tonight, Varin could only wonder what they'd get up to. He imagined he'd read about it in the papers as soon as it was discovered.

Unless it was something they were doing to deliberately be discovered. A little smile flit briefly over his lips at that thought. He knew, too, that things were in the works for Halloween, though the details of that were just as sketchy. He liked knowing things like this though; it gave him something to look forward to, and simply knowing things was beneficial when bargaining with new contacts.

Settled behind the counter, fine-tuning the carvings around the handle of a slender, longer birch wand, Varin kept an ear on the door so he could be ready to help customers as needed. His thoughts were straying back to earlier in the week when he'd sold the little Dumbledore girl her wand. He'd been nothing but professional, and very careful with his conversation with Albus. He hadn't been able to determine if the man was in possession of the wand again, but it was a path he wished to pursue as soon as he could devise a way of doing so without arousing inordinate suspicion. It was natural for a wandmaker to be curious about legendary wands though, but it wasn't as though he could owl the man asking if he had it. That was rude. Amateur.

No, he'd have to find out from someone else. Maybe the girl would know, or someone in the castle. One of the professors. One of the house elves. He was aware that Sterling had (or used, or could get access to) an elf that could get into the castle, though how the hell that had come about, he had no idea. But he could wait. There were things that one simply didn't want to fuck up, and this was one of them.

There was a way, and in time, it would come to him.

Pressing his thumb to the base of the wand, he dragged the blade carefully over the carving, smoothing and refining the lines to finish the design. He had a feeling, just a feeling, that this was going to be a very, very interesting few days.