Who: Luna & Rolf What: Broken wands and Broken windows Where: Mr. Ollivander's Wand shop When: Monday? Tuesday? A few days after the riots.
They were lucky, Mr. Ollivander had said. They were lucky the damage to the shop was only superficial, that only one window was broken - that only a few scortch marks had hit the outer-bricks. They were lucky, for some of their neighbors had lost everything. The cauldron shop, the weasleys, that little old woman who once had a push-cart half a block down. They were lucky, and he took his turn making tea as Luna swept the broken glass.
It wouldn't do after all, to use so much magic in a room with so much potential. The wands were listening, and if they over-heard little but cleaning spells then that might be all they ever wanted to do. Instead they (or really, Luna) had to do much of the cleaning up the old-fashioned way. Bit by bit, corner by corner, finding the shards on top of each and every box by hand. It was tiring, tedius work, but Luna did her best to make what she could of it. Things ought to be moved around after all, and if she just happened to alphabatize the wands as she did such.. the more the better. There was even a record going in the back, playing songs that Ollivander had grown up to - leaving Luna with only the melody, making up words where she couldn't quite hear.
That wasy why she didn't quite look up when the bell range - it was quite in line with the song at hand, and instead of looking down from her perch on the ladder, Luna simply took another step up.