doris crockford likes to help (ex_smuggles569) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-05-10 20:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1980-05] may, ! npc, doris crockford |
Who: Doris Crockford and NPC!Ollivander
When: 10th May, 1980, early evening
Where: Ollivander's wand shop
What: Doris does Marlene and Remus a favor. Annnnd gets a little overzealous about it.
Rating: PG
Status: Complete Narrative
Doris Apparated into Diagon Alley, walking from the Apparition Point down to the main road. She had scribbled down the wand request Marlene had given her just so she didn't mess up, the closer to their original wands was probably the better. Wands were temperamental things and if it didn't feel right for the caster, it could end badly. Pushing the door of Ollivander's shop open, she peaked her head in, calling "hello?" before walking inside and looking around. It hadn't changed much in the thirteen years since she had been there. "Hello," Ollivander said, coming into the front room. He was the same as ever, eerie and gray. He smiled at her after regarding her for a second. "Doris Crockford! Nine inches? Birchwood, yeah? And a unicorn hair. Had a bit of a bounce to it, if I recall correctly. Don't tell me something has happened to it," he said going from rather jovial to stern in a matter of seconds. "No, no sir nothing's happened to my wand," she said, pulling it out to show him it was in perfect working order. "It's for two friends of mine, really. It's an odd request but- well, I really need two replacement wands." "I can't just give you two wands, your friends would have to come in and test out wands for themselves. The wand chooses the wizard, Doris," he said reasonably, shaking his head. Doris took a step towards Ollivander with a pleading expression. "It's really, really important. They can't come themselves and I can't actually explain why or tell you who they are, though I have a feeling when you see their wand descriptions you'll know regardless but please, you have to help them," she said, finishing her sentence and taking a breath. "Fine. I'll do my best," he said. "Right." Doris pulled the parchment out of her pocket and unfolded it. "I need the closest thing you can give me to a nine and one-fourth inch redheart with a phoenix core and a nine inch mahagony with a unicorn hair core," she read off. "Don't tell me who they originally belonged to," she said before he could speak up. "I think we'll all be in a lot less trouble if we say as little as possible." Ollivander nodded and hurried away, returning after five minutes of searching through hundreds and hundreds of boxes with a stack of about eight boxes. "These are all two out of three of the criteria you just listed," he said briskly. "These are the first one you said," he added indicating to a stack of three on the left. "These the second," pointing to a stack of three on the left. "And these two are a mix of the two," sitting dead center. Doris considered the options, taking each wand out and examining it carefully. "Which would you choose, knowing the two people that are involved but not mentioning them out loud?" "This one for her," he said pointing to the box already in Doris's hand. "And this for him," he added handing her a second box. Nodding, set those aside. Then she thought about it. "I'll take these two and...these two," she said suddenly, shoving the four boxes at him and pulling her coin purse out of an inner pocket. "Just in case, you know?" Shaking his head, with the slightest of smiles, Ollivander nodded, accepting her payment and handing her back the boxes. "Tell them to be more careful with these," he told her as she turned to walk away. "I definitely will, sir," Doris agreed with a small laugh. "Thank you so much," she continued, pushing the door open with her free arm. After a moment, she reconsidered, stepping back inside. "Just a second, I think I'd draw attention to myself carrying around four wand boxes all by myself. Setting them down on a spindly chair by the shop window, Doris pulled out her wand and carefully took each wand out of the box, putting the four in a secret pocket she had sewn into all of her clothes. The benefit of working in the black market was truly always having a hiding place. "Thanks again!" she said, this time actually leaving the shop and heading home. |