May 13th, 1889 — Ollivander's, London
Antigone pocketed the wand she had coerced out of her maid and looked at the glass of the shop window, angling herself so she could see her own reflection. With a few transfiguration charms she had managed to rearrange her features just enough that she shouldn't be immediately recognizable unless someone who knew her well enough was prompted into suspicion. Her own sisters would have a hard time recognizing her! Tiberius would not be hearing of this from anyone, least of all some nosy, meddlesome pest who might happen to walk by. Satisfied, she entered the shop.
"Monsieur Ollivander?" The French was unnecessary in light of the physical disguise she had adopted but the idea of using a different language to hide her identity had occurred to her first and she was rather swept up in her own perceived cleverness. Tig approached the counter which she observed now was unattended and scowled to herself. How dare he ruin her ingenious plan by not being present! He had better be somewhere! "Is anybody here?" Her annoyance seeped into her words a little.
Aldous Crouch Gervaise Ollivander
"Monsieur Ollivander?" The French was unnecessary in light of the physical disguise she had adopted but the idea of using a different language to hide her identity had occurred to her first and she was rather swept up in her own perceived cleverness. Tig approached the counter which she observed now was unattended and scowled to herself. How dare he ruin her ingenious plan by not being present! He had better be somewhere! "Is anybody here?" Her annoyance seeped into her words a little.
