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Remembering Him Comes in Flashbacks and Echoes - Tabitha Chevalier - April 9, 2021
April 8th, 1891 - Ollivander's Hogsmeade
Gideon Ollivander
Gideon Ollivander
It had been over a month since Mr. Ollivander had been discharged from her care, on a day she had been home ill herself to boot. Her treatment plan for him had been a success, or so she'd been told, she hadn't really seen it come to full fruition on her own. However, due to the slightly awkward tenure of Mr. Ollivander's stay in her ward, Tabi thought that was for the best— until she cracked her wand and subsequently her own arm in a fall at the hospital. Something had spilled and she hadn't seen, causing her to slip and come down hard on her arm, fracturing her forearm and clavicle in the same accident.
The bones had been easy enough for a coworker to mend, though she was in a sling and out of the hospital for the next week, Tabi had to screw up the courage to visit the wand shop in town once she was off bed rest. Tabitha was quite fond of her wand, one of few remaining relics from her birth country, a beautiful pine wand from an esteemed French wandmaker she and her father had picked up on a trip to Paris before she started school. She hadn't been back since and thus sincerely hoped her wand could be mended.
Stepping into the shop proper, Tabi took a long look around before moving in further and approaching the till. She had to wonder if this would be more or less awkward than her last encounter with Mr. Ollivander, but there wasn't much she could do about it, she needed his help. "Hello?" She called out hesitantly, wondering if it was Mr. Ollivander himself or Mr. MacRae she would come upon first.
The bones had been easy enough for a coworker to mend, though she was in a sling and out of the hospital for the next week, Tabi had to screw up the courage to visit the wand shop in town once she was off bed rest. Tabitha was quite fond of her wand, one of few remaining relics from her birth country, a beautiful pine wand from an esteemed French wandmaker she and her father had picked up on a trip to Paris before she started school. She hadn't been back since and thus sincerely hoped her wand could be mended.
Stepping into the shop proper, Tabi took a long look around before moving in further and approaching the till. She had to wonder if this would be more or less awkward than her last encounter with Mr. Ollivander, but there wasn't much she could do about it, she needed his help. "Hello?" She called out hesitantly, wondering if it was Mr. Ollivander himself or Mr. MacRae she would come upon first.
RE: Remembering Him Comes in Flashbacks and Echoes - Gideon Ollivander - April 11, 2021
A month after returning to work, Gideon was finally starting to feel more settled into his old routines. At first he'd been hesitant, since he wasn't sure that his eyes were fully recovered and he didn't want to damage them any further. He'd worked shorter hours and taken breaks to rest his eyes throughout the day out of an abundance of caution, and he'd avoided anything that might stress them with bright flashes of light or unexpected explosions. Since he'd taken weeks to get his workshop back up to the way it had been before the accident, it was easy to avoid those sorts of things; he couldn't start making wands right away anyway. Now, though, he was fully back in business, and he was in the workshop when the bell on the front door rang.
"Out in a moment!" he called cheerfully, reducing the heat on one of his simmering cauldrons (a sealing solution for newly made wands that needed to cook another hour at least, so would be fine with minimal supervision so long as he didn't let it boil over) and hurrying to put some of his miscellaneous tools away. Usually when he was in the middle of these things he had another employee manning the front of the shop, but Macrae was out on his lunch break so the responsibility fell to him. He was still looking mildly disheveled, with an apron tied around his waist and his sleeves rolled up, when he walked out into the proper shop.
On seeing his customer, he immediately wished he'd taken a moment to himself up before he'd come out, instead of just tidying his workspace. She was gorgeous, though in an effortless way. His throat immediately tightened a bit, but he ignored it, trying to keep his mind fixed firmly on the professional. "Good day, Miss," he said with a flash of a smile. "What brings you to Ollivander's?"
RE: Remembering Him Comes in Flashbacks and Echoes - Tabitha Chevalier - April 11, 2021
The voice that greeted her was the familiar tone of Mr. Ollivander and thankfully he sounded much more chipper than he had during his stay at the hospital. A soft smile pulled the corners of her lips upward as he came out, looking far more like what she would have expected him to, rather than what she remembered. He had that look on his face like every other man she'd ever interacted with however and that was the only downside so far.
"Two things actually," She started, realizing she did in fact have two reasons to be here, though she was not sure the first would have propelled her here on its own. "One, since you were discharged on a day I was not in, I was hoping to make sure your eyesight was fully healed and two I'm afraid I've had a bit of an incident myself," She very gingerly lifted her sling just a tiny bit to help explain her second reason. "I fell at the hospital this week, I cracked both my arm and my wand." She added sheepishly. "It's not an Ollivander's creation however, so I understand if you rather wouldn't." Tabi hadn't thought about that until just now, which was mortifying, but even if he wouldn't, at least she could ensure her treatment had done the trick.
"Two things actually," She started, realizing she did in fact have two reasons to be here, though she was not sure the first would have propelled her here on its own. "One, since you were discharged on a day I was not in, I was hoping to make sure your eyesight was fully healed and two I'm afraid I've had a bit of an incident myself," She very gingerly lifted her sling just a tiny bit to help explain her second reason. "I fell at the hospital this week, I cracked both my arm and my wand." She added sheepishly. "It's not an Ollivander's creation however, so I understand if you rather wouldn't." Tabi hadn't thought about that until just now, which was mortifying, but even if he wouldn't, at least she could ensure her treatment had done the trick.
RE: Remembering Him Comes in Flashbacks and Echoes - Gideon Ollivander - April 11, 2021
Gideon's stomach flipped as she spoke. Since he'd been discharged. As soon as she'd pointed it out he realized he recognized her voice, though he might not have ever put it together of his own accord. "Oh," he said, looking a little shell-shocked for a moment despite his best efforts to adjust to this new reality. "Miss Chevalier. I didn't — well," he said, cheeks flushing. "I was going to say I didn't recognize you, but since the last time I saw you you were little more than a shadow I suppose that isn't surprising, is it?"
A part of him thought he was doing very well at pretending to be nonchalant, rattling off something like that without stumbling over any of his words, but a part of him thought maybe he was saying too much too quickly and it would be obvious that his mind was elsewhere. Specifically, his mind was trying to retrace every moment that he'd spent in the hospital, highlighting every time that he'd been too close to her or that she'd touched him or anything. He'd known that it was a bit outside the bounds of propriety at the time, of course, and he'd tried his best to remember that she was a professional and was just being professional — and kind, she had always been kind — but now, suddenly, it felt different. Maybe it shouldn't have, and maybe he was being a bit of a chauvinist for even thinking this, but it did feel different.
"Is your — are you alright?" he asked, voice full of concern. His mouth had gone a little dry at the thought of anything having happened to her. "I'd be happy to take a look at your wand, of course, but — I hope your arm wasn't too poorly off?"
RE: Remembering Him Comes in Flashbacks and Echoes - Tabitha Chevalier - April 12, 2021
Tabi chuckled softly to herself. "Yes, I suppose you're right." She wouldn't have expected him to recognize her after all, he hadn't had his sight while he was in her care and then to be sent home while she was out, he hadn't actually laid eyes on her. She honestly thought she might prefer it that way.
"I'm fine now," She assured him quickly. "There was a spill in the hallway in the ward and I didn't see it. All healed though, this is just to give my bones a chance to rest." No need to get into the details of her broken collarbone and fractured forearm. She was fine now, it was an easy fix, but because of the clavicle, the sling was necessary for a few days. "Are you sure you don't mind? It's by a Parisian wandmaker..." Tabi pulled the pine wand from her pocket and set it on the counter between them. It was obviously cracked and she was certain that unicorn hair was peeking out.
"I was born there, so my father thought it a whimsical touch." It was a place that was unequivocally theirs, though Tabitha didn't remember living there, it was a place for just her and her father, no step-family. Going to get her wand there was one of her most favorite memories. The sentimentally was a little overwhelming and if he couldn't fix it, she might just be devastated.
"I'm fine now," She assured him quickly. "There was a spill in the hallway in the ward and I didn't see it. All healed though, this is just to give my bones a chance to rest." No need to get into the details of her broken collarbone and fractured forearm. She was fine now, it was an easy fix, but because of the clavicle, the sling was necessary for a few days. "Are you sure you don't mind? It's by a Parisian wandmaker..." Tabi pulled the pine wand from her pocket and set it on the counter between them. It was obviously cracked and she was certain that unicorn hair was peeking out.
"I was born there, so my father thought it a whimsical touch." It was a place that was unequivocally theirs, though Tabitha didn't remember living there, it was a place for just her and her father, no step-family. Going to get her wand there was one of her most favorite memories. The sentimentally was a little overwhelming and if he couldn't fix it, she might just be devastated.
RE: Remembering Him Comes in Flashbacks and Echoes - Gideon Ollivander - April 13, 2021
Of course she was from Paris. That seemed only fitting; a romantic sort of place for a woman like — But he was making assumptions, he realized, and he didn't even know why. Maybe if this was a stranger who had just walked into his shop he might have been justified to assume all sorts of things about her, but he knew Miss Chevalier, at least to an extent. He knew that she wasn't a debutante, at any rate. He knew she had a sound head on her shoulders and a kind heart. And maybe as it turned out she was also the most graceful woman he'd ever laid eyes on, but — well, why did he think that? She had her arm in a sling as proof positive that she wasn't always so graceful. He tried to picture her falling and found that he couldn't. It just didn't seem like the sort of thing she would do; wouldn't she just float from one end of the room to the other?
"No, no, I'd be happy to take a look," he assured her, moving to the counter and focusing on her wand and trying as best he could not to sneak any glances at the woman herself. He sucked in a little breath as he saw the crack, as though physically pained by it. "Well, that's not good at all, is it?" he said, almost more to the wand than to her. He picked it up and turned it over in his hands, running his fingertips over the edge of the crack.
"Your core appears to be unharmed, Miss," he said, still focused on the wand. "So it's just a matter of filling in the wood, which is well within my skill set. For the best results, though, it ought to be as close to the original pine tree as possible... and since it's a foreign wand, I won't have any record of that here," he said, looking up at her with an apologetic shrug. "It's not an insurmountable obstacle, of course. I can write off to your Parisian fellow and see if they have a record — any wandmaker worth their weight ought to. When I get the reply back I can fill it in. It'll take some time," he continued sympathetically. "But your alternative, I think, would be sending it off to Paris, which wouldn't be any faster."
RE: Remembering Him Comes in Flashbacks and Echoes - Tabitha Chevalier - April 16, 2021
Relieved that Mr. Ollivander's eyesight seemed quite fine and that he wouldn't mind taking a look at her wand, Tabi nervously fidgeted with the fraying cloth of her sling with her good hand. She watched him carefully as he examined the cracked wood. She was doubly relieved to hear that the core was still intact, that was the crutch of it right? However her face soon fell as Mr. Ollivander explained what needed to happen.
She sighed softly, a bit of a pout on her features; how was she to return to work (after her arm healed of course) if she didn't have her wand? Paperwork could be done, but there would be no potion making and she wouldn't be of any use at her rotation in the emergency department. "At least I don't need a new one," She would have been crushed if that had been the case. "I'll leave it up to your professional judgement, Mr. Ollivander, but I cannot work until I have it back." Tabitha honestly had no idea what to do with her time when she was unable to work. Paperwork would have to suffice, at least that she could still do. Thankfully it hadn't been her dominant hand that had been injured.
"It was a Monsieur Beauvais in Paris." He was a highly skilled wandmaker, as evident by the crafting of her wand, nothing against Mr. Ollivander of course. "If that helps?" She didn't know if Mr. Ollivander would know him, but she supposed they must know of one another? Either way, she was leaving the decision up to Mr. Ollivander, he was the professional after all.
She sighed softly, a bit of a pout on her features; how was she to return to work (after her arm healed of course) if she didn't have her wand? Paperwork could be done, but there would be no potion making and she wouldn't be of any use at her rotation in the emergency department. "At least I don't need a new one," She would have been crushed if that had been the case. "I'll leave it up to your professional judgement, Mr. Ollivander, but I cannot work until I have it back." Tabitha honestly had no idea what to do with her time when she was unable to work. Paperwork would have to suffice, at least that she could still do. Thankfully it hadn't been her dominant hand that had been injured.
"It was a Monsieur Beauvais in Paris." He was a highly skilled wandmaker, as evident by the crafting of her wand, nothing against Mr. Ollivander of course. "If that helps?" She didn't know if Mr. Ollivander would know him, but she supposed they must know of one another? Either way, she was leaving the decision up to Mr. Ollivander, he was the professional after all.
RE: Remembering Him Comes in Flashbacks and Echoes - Gideon Ollivander - April 20, 2021
Oh, the way her lip turned down just the slightest amount as she answered him made him weak in the knees. Gideon immediately wished that there was something he could do to comfort her, but he wasn't sure what. It wouldn't have done her any good for him to have just slapped any old piece of pine on it, even if it would have been much faster. At best, it would negatively impact the quality of her spellwork, moving forward. At worst, it might make the magic itself unpredictable, or even refuse to cast certain spells entirely. Conflicted wands weren't good at all, which was why repairing them could be such a tricky business. If it would have been faster, though, Gideon would have offered to swim the English Channel himself to hunt down this wandmaker — at least, he would have in the moment, when she was looking at him like that. But that was ridiculous, and he recognize that it was ridiculous as soon as the thought occurred to him — what had gotten into him?
"I can send an owl off to him today," Gideon promised. After that, of course, the timeline was a little out of his hands. Monsieur Beauvais was a name Gideon recognized, and a moderately respectable wandmaker (though nothing to the legacy that Gideon's own family had). He would have records, but what sort of a state would they be in? How urgent would the foreigner consider an inquiry from an English wandmaker? Gideon would have returned something like that immediately, because he cared about his wands even after they left the shop, but he knew not everyone who practiced his craft felt the same. Then, of course, even when he had the information in hand he might not have an appropriate specimen available in his workshop, so there might be some delay while he sourced the most apt wood for the repair.
"I'll do what I can with the timeline, without sacrificing the quality of the repair," he said, which was about as much as he could promise — he might have offered to move mountains for her had it been in his power, but he could not offer to compromise the integrity of a wand in his care no matter how lovely she was or how expressive her features. "Er — if it would help," he added, after a slight hesitation, "I might lend you another wand until yours is ready?"
RE: Remembering Him Comes in Flashbacks and Echoes - Tabitha Chevalier - April 25, 2021
"Yes, of course, I understand. I appreciate your help." Tabitha knew Mr. Ollivander was quite capable and she would rather her wand stay in Hogsmeade than travel back to Paris to be repaired. At least she knew exactly where it was if it was here in the shop. She recognized she was lucky that Mr. Ollivander would even consider working on it, that last thing she could do was complain about how long it would take to fix.
At the mention of borrowing a wand, Tabi's first instinct was to decline; how could a wand that was not her own even work for her? Certainly she wouldn't be any good with it. "Oh, I don't think..." She trailed off. She would be fine, certainly Mr. Fisk would understand that she was unable to do rounds of anything of a magical nature until her wand was fixed. There was always inventory and paperwork to do. "It's somebody else's wand," Wasn't that the way? The wand had a match and certainly it wasn't her, she already had one.
At the mention of borrowing a wand, Tabi's first instinct was to decline; how could a wand that was not her own even work for her? Certainly she wouldn't be any good with it. "Oh, I don't think..." She trailed off. She would be fine, certainly Mr. Fisk would understand that she was unable to do rounds of anything of a magical nature until her wand was fixed. There was always inventory and paperwork to do. "It's somebody else's wand," Wasn't that the way? The wand had a match and certainly it wasn't her, she already had one.
RE: Remembering Him Comes in Flashbacks and Echoes - Gideon Ollivander - April 28, 2021
"We-l-l," Gideon said slowly, because she wasn't exactly wrong, but she wasn't entirely right, either. There were dozens of metaphors he sometimes used when describing the relationship between a wand and a wizard (or witch), but none of them really encompassed the entirety of it. If one was thinking about a wand as an extension of their arm, as Gideon often did with his own wand, then yes; using a wand that was currently sitting in the shop waiting for its partner to arrive would have been unfathomable. If one considered a wand like a companion, something like an old friend or a horse or even the way some Quidditch players thought about their broomsticks, then lending someone a wand made much more sense. It wasn't something that he did regularly, by any stretch of the imagination, but that was less because he was concerned about having someone use a wand temporarily and more because he was never entirely certain of what sort of care the wand would receive once it left his workshop. He couldn't in good conscious have sold a wand as new if someone else had used it for a month and not taken good care of it, but — well, moving one of his nice new wands to the secondhand stock didn't seem like much of a sacrifice, for her. He could even pretend that it had less to do with how she looked and how much he wanted her to be pleased with him, a desire that had risen in him inexplicably throughout this interaction, and more to do with some logical reason. She was a healer by trade, so giving her a wand for a little while would help people. It wasn't as though she were just a debutante who wanted to do fancy hair charms with her wand and would have to rely on her maid for the next few weeks while it was repaired.
"Wands have personalities of their own, as I'm sure you know," he explained. "And for some of them that would matter a great deal. I wouldn't lend you an acacia wand; in your hands it wouldn't do any better than a stick, most likely. But some wands are... helpful. They might not mind having a chance to do a bit of healing work while they're waiting."
RE: Remembering Him Comes in Flashbacks and Echoes - Tabitha Chevalier - April 29, 2021
Tabitha smiled slowly at his explanation. If there was something she enjoyed in life, it was when people talked about something they were passionate about and clearly Mr. Ollivander gave a great deal of thought to his craft. He certainly put her worries at ease for a moment. Hopefully he had something suitable to lend her.
"If you think will work out alright," She acquiesced with a little nod. Tabitha really would loathe to be useless at work for however long her wand was out of commission for. "I will take the utmost care of it." She promised solemnly. Which she would, treat it with respect and hope it would be agreeable for the time it was in her care.
Fortunately, she assumed Mr. Fisk would be understanding of her current predicament and have some leniency on her usefulness in the ward for a little while. She wasn't afraid of paperwork or organizing the hard way if needed. She could still conduct preliminary exams and then had patients off to someone more capable until she was healed as well. There were options, but having a wand broadened her scope just a bit.
"If you think will work out alright," She acquiesced with a little nod. Tabitha really would loathe to be useless at work for however long her wand was out of commission for. "I will take the utmost care of it." She promised solemnly. Which she would, treat it with respect and hope it would be agreeable for the time it was in her care.
Fortunately, she assumed Mr. Fisk would be understanding of her current predicament and have some leniency on her usefulness in the ward for a little while. She wasn't afraid of paperwork or organizing the hard way if needed. She could still conduct preliminary exams and then had patients off to someone more capable until she was healed as well. There were options, but having a wand broadened her scope just a bit.
RE: Remembering Him Comes in Flashbacks and Echoes - Gideon Ollivander - May 5, 2021
Gideon was pleased that she'd agreed, but the feeling was followed almost immediately by an overwhelming sense of anxiety: placing a wand with someone, even temporarily, was a large responsibility. He did this all the time, dozens of times a year, but not typically for — people like Miss Chevalier (what did he even mean by that? he wasn't sure, but felt this instance was different from matching a student with a new wand). Where to start, and what to give her? There were wands that were well-suited to healing, but they wouldn't necessarily be so malleable as he needed them to be in order to take to her orders quickly and then return to the shop afterwards. More than anything, Gideon needed to find a wand which was eager, which would relish the chance to perform some high-quality magic, regardless of whose hands it was operating in.
"Of course," he said with a quick smile, to the comment about her taking care of it — she had taken very good care of him, when he had been in her charge, so he expected no less. "Let's — I'll pull out a few options and we'll see if they take to you," he suggested, moving away from the counter (and her damaged wand) to survey the shelves.
The first he selected was a maple wand which had been rather restless lately; it had jettisoned itself off the shelves thrice in the past two weeks. It was certainly eager, though he wasn't sure that the kelpie hair core would suit itself well to her particular brand of magic; kelpies were not particularly nurturing creatures. The next he pulled down was a laurel and unicorn hair wand, which had almost gone home with three different customers in the past year — it seemed to enjoy making wand sparks regardless of who was holding it, and if Gideon had been slightly less experienced in matching wands to wizards he might have called that good enough. After selecting the first two he hesitated, thinking and surveying the shelves, before eventually selecting a pine and phoenix feather wand.
"Three very different wands," he said as he returned to where Miss Chevalier was standing, laying each out on the counter and opening the boxes. "But each might enjoy a turn out of the shop. This one is eager for a walkabout," he said, indicating the maple. "This one is rather versatile, and very easy to please. And this one," he continued, indicating the pine wand last, "— is... creative, is probably the best way to put it. I think if it were to leave with you it might... this may sound silly," he warned her, shaking his head lightly. "But think of it like taking on an apprentice for a week or two. I think it might like learning from you. The sorts of spells you use and the way you cast them, that sort of thing."
"Of course," he said with a quick smile, to the comment about her taking care of it — she had taken very good care of him, when he had been in her charge, so he expected no less. "Let's — I'll pull out a few options and we'll see if they take to you," he suggested, moving away from the counter (and her damaged wand) to survey the shelves.
The first he selected was a maple wand which had been rather restless lately; it had jettisoned itself off the shelves thrice in the past two weeks. It was certainly eager, though he wasn't sure that the kelpie hair core would suit itself well to her particular brand of magic; kelpies were not particularly nurturing creatures. The next he pulled down was a laurel and unicorn hair wand, which had almost gone home with three different customers in the past year — it seemed to enjoy making wand sparks regardless of who was holding it, and if Gideon had been slightly less experienced in matching wands to wizards he might have called that good enough. After selecting the first two he hesitated, thinking and surveying the shelves, before eventually selecting a pine and phoenix feather wand.
"Three very different wands," he said as he returned to where Miss Chevalier was standing, laying each out on the counter and opening the boxes. "But each might enjoy a turn out of the shop. This one is eager for a walkabout," he said, indicating the maple. "This one is rather versatile, and very easy to please. And this one," he continued, indicating the pine wand last, "— is... creative, is probably the best way to put it. I think if it were to leave with you it might... this may sound silly," he warned her, shaking his head lightly. "But think of it like taking on an apprentice for a week or two. I think it might like learning from you. The sorts of spells you use and the way you cast them, that sort of thing."
RE: Remembering Him Comes in Flashbacks and Echoes - Tabitha Chevalier - May 15, 2021
Tabi watched quietly as Mr. Ollivander moved into the shop. She didn't follow, unsure as to whether or not she was supposed to, so she stayed by the front, letting him work unencumbered by her presence. She caught a glimpse here and there as he moved about, but waited patiently until he returned with three wands in tow.
Watching him curiously as he laid out each box, Tabitha had to admit she hadn't the faintest idea what caused him to select them, but he was the master of the craft. It was a wonder, she thought, for him to have such telling choices. Every witch and wizard had a wand and Mr. Ollivander took the responsibility for matching the two on some level, it was quite inspiring, really.
She still felt some level of awkward about borrowing a wand, each of these wands was destined for another person, but she supposed, perhaps, it would be so bad. They were all quite different, and different from her own, though she recognized the one as pine, same as hers. Gently she plucked the pine wand from the box as it was the one he had the most to say about, and wondered, if anything, would give an indication as to whether or not they would be temporary friends.
Watching him curiously as he laid out each box, Tabitha had to admit she hadn't the faintest idea what caused him to select them, but he was the master of the craft. It was a wonder, she thought, for him to have such telling choices. Every witch and wizard had a wand and Mr. Ollivander took the responsibility for matching the two on some level, it was quite inspiring, really.
She still felt some level of awkward about borrowing a wand, each of these wands was destined for another person, but she supposed, perhaps, it would be so bad. They were all quite different, and different from her own, though she recognized the one as pine, same as hers. Gently she plucked the pine wand from the box as it was the one he had the most to say about, and wondered, if anything, would give an indication as to whether or not they would be temporary friends.
RE: Remembering Him Comes in Flashbacks and Echoes - Gideon Ollivander - May 19, 2021
When she first took the wand in hand nothing happened, and Gideon felt a surge of nervousness (which was unusual; he matched wands to people all the time and didn't typically feel nervous about not having gotten it right on the first attempt). He gave it a second, though, giving the wand time to adjust to the feeling of her fingers around it and starting to sense the potential for connection between the two of them. After a moment of uncertainty, the wand took on a subtle sheen — a good sign, but not necessarily the sign — and then a gentle yellow light emerged from the tip.
Gideon smiled, relieved (again: a strange emotion, particularly for a match that was only temporary; he didn't understand why he was so invested in this match, but recognized that he was). "Well, what do you think?" he asked brightly. "I think it's amenable if you are."
Gideon smiled, relieved (again: a strange emotion, particularly for a match that was only temporary; he didn't understand why he was so invested in this match, but recognized that he was). "Well, what do you think?" he asked brightly. "I think it's amenable if you are."
RE: Remembering Him Comes in Flashbacks and Echoes - Tabitha Chevalier - May 29, 2021
What an odd sensation she felt, now a decade after getting her first wand, to try and match with another. It took a moment for anything to happen and even then it wasn't much, but Tabitha did not get that warm sensation of connection even after the glow. She set it back in its box gently, though quickly and she realized just how that could come across.
Mr. Ollivander looked so hopeful that she felt awful about her movements. "I don't—" This was a little more overwhelming that she had anticipated. Perhaps she should just leave her wand and go see Mr. Fisk about being on desk duty until hers was mended. "It's lovely, I think it's me," Certainly there was something wrong with her if she couldn't simply borrow a wand. Carefully she withdrew her hand to smooth out her skirts, playing idly with a loose strand on her sling.
Mr. Ollivander looked so hopeful that she felt awful about her movements. "I don't—" This was a little more overwhelming that she had anticipated. Perhaps she should just leave her wand and go see Mr. Fisk about being on desk duty until hers was mended. "It's lovely, I think it's me," Certainly there was something wrong with her if she couldn't simply borrow a wand. Carefully she withdrew her hand to smooth out her skirts, playing idly with a loose strand on her sling.
RE: Remembering Him Comes in Flashbacks and Echoes - Gideon Ollivander - May 31, 2021
She didn't like the wand. Gideon was less disappointed and more simply confused. He was not accustomed to misreading the signs when matching someone with a wand; he was the master wandmaker, the owner of the shop. If anyone could match a wand, it was him — and this was only meant to be a temporary match, which meant it ought to have been easier, even though it felt like the stakes were so incredibly high for this. But she was right: that was her, not the wands. There was something about her that made him feel as though his whole afternoon hinged on the next few minutes, and which made his stomach sink at the look of hesitation on her face.
He could recognize that something existed there without being able to identify it, and Gideon was left trying to reconcile the sudden realization that his judgement in this interaction may have been flawed. "Perhaps I've overstepped," he allowed gently, though he still wasn't sure exactly where this interlude had gone astray. "I don't mean to insist on anything you're uncomfortable with."
He could recognize that something existed there without being able to identify it, and Gideon was left trying to reconcile the sudden realization that his judgement in this interaction may have been flawed. "Perhaps I've overstepped," he allowed gently, though he still wasn't sure exactly where this interlude had gone astray. "I don't mean to insist on anything you're uncomfortable with."