Gideon gave her a reassuring sort of smile, it even widened some when she referred to him as Mr. Ollivander. He supposed it was pretty obvious really. Who else would be in a wand shop when there was no magic to be had anywhere? "An Ollivander is always please to talk of wands," he said with a nod, "Gideon Ollivander, at your service." May as well make sure she knew which brother she was talking to.
In the meantime, he found a quill under the counter and dipped it in an inkpot after pulling an empty box out that he could keep the wand in safely. "That," he said, motioning to the cat she was so enthrall with, "Is Adonis. If I didn't know any better, I'm certain he thought he ran the place." The cat's tail flicked at the words but his purring only continued while the lady pet him.
"And what name should I put on this box," he said, looking to the girl again, "Wouldn't want to be giving the wand to the wrong, pretty brunette after all." Not that he'd confuse her with someone else, surely, but it was the best way at getting her name.
In the meantime, he found a quill under the counter and dipped it in an inkpot after pulling an empty box out that he could keep the wand in safely. "That," he said, motioning to the cat she was so enthrall with, "Is Adonis. If I didn't know any better, I'm certain he thought he ran the place." The cat's tail flicked at the words but his purring only continued while the lady pet him.
"And what name should I put on this box," he said, looking to the girl again, "Wouldn't want to be giving the wand to the wrong, pretty brunette after all." Not that he'd confuse her with someone else, surely, but it was the best way at getting her name.