girlcalledal (girlcalledal) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-07-22 13:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 07, former character: alicia spinnet, former character: minerva longbottom |
RP: These are my hands, these are my faults
Who: Alicia Spinnet, anyone else
Where: Ollivander's Wands, Diagon Alley
When: July 22, 2024
Rating/Warnings: N/A
Summary: Alicia spends an afternoon in the shop
Status: Public; Complete!
Alicia worked the piece of wood by hand rather than wand. Slightly calloused fingers moving smoothly along the piece - could hardly be called more than a stick right now, she figured. She knew better though, logically, knew what would come next. It was a lovely, softer-than-average piece of holly, springy even. Alicia thought this would make a very nice charms wand, even assumed it would go to a Ravenclaw. She wasn't sure why, just had feelings about these sorts of things, and so she decided to use Unicorn hair in it, just in case, as Unicorns were the brightest of creatures and Ravenclaws the brightest of students, though wands with Unicorn hair in them also tended to favor Hufflepuffs. There was no hard and fast rule, of course, but wands had their preferences, just as dragons' heartstrings and phoenix feathers both tended to choose between Slytherin and Gyffindor. But Alicia had learned only to assume, never to 'know' anything about wands - she'd learned this the hard way very early in her apprenticeship, when Ollivander had giving her a tongue lashing she thought would surely stop the old man's heart.
Finishing her methodical smoothing of the wood, she brought out her own wand - oak, heartstring of a Norwegian Ridgeback, 8 1/2 inches, very sturdy, much like Alicia herself she'd always liked to think - and incanted the thinnest of holes through the center of the dowel, the long way. Standing from her workbench she hummed to herself lightly, an old muggle tune her father always had stuck in his head, and moved through her cramped and dusty workroom, situated at the back of her street level store on Diagon Alley. Coming to the slightly glowing tool case - the wards strong and specific in this particular area of the room - she flicked her wand the wards fell, drawers opening at her will. She slowly and carefully accio'd one of the shorter Unicorn hairs from its drawer and then muttered the incantation for the others to close and the protective spells to reinstate themselves. The wand was shorter, and so she felt comfortable using a small hair, the 6 1/3 inches of wood would work just fine with the adult, pure silvery-white hair. The newly formed wand raised itself off of her workbench as the hair floated silently across the room and then the two joined, the hair slithering into the hole in the center of holly. Beginning the incantation to seal the new wand, she took it firmly in her free hand and worked at it with her own wand in the other. The warmth in the room chilled and the wand burned bright and suddenly hot as if it had concentrated all of the body heat and stuffiness of summer in its core. She dropped it quickly - still always surprised when wands acted at all out of the ordinary, as they were prone to do anyway - and before it could clatter against the workbench she exclaimed the spell to make it sit on the air and there it hung before her, the warmth of the room slowly returning. She levitated it toward the 'drying rack' for newly made wands and sighed, tossing down her own wand and pulling her hair up into a messy knot in exhaustion. How did the old man do this into his hundreds? she thought.
Alicia headed to the front of the store, out of the thick air of the workroom and into the sunlit afternoon. It was nearly closing time, but without a till assistant - she'd all ready put up notices, but it was only just coming up on that time of year, so she wasn't worried quite yet - she had to stay straight till half five every day. Sticking out her tongue and staring out the wide shop windows, she wished there were a spell to make time move faster on beautiful summer days.