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Post by Amanda Connors on Jan 28, 2008 23:34:48 GMT
So she stands out side the shop hoping something or someone will tell her this is the right shop or she is in the right spot. 'I don’t now if this is right, I don’t want to go in, what if this is not the right store' Mustering all the strength she can she boldly walks into the shop. "Hello?" in a meek yet strong voice that only she could have pulled off. “Is this where we get wands because I was told we needed one to do magic?” ‘Why I am I here, I can’t do magic, I should have listened to my mother and stayed at home and just been normal like she told me to be.’ Walking up to the counter she seeing no one rings the bell. *ring* “Anyone here?”
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Post by Gideon Christopher on Jan 30, 2008 1:12:49 GMT
[[OOC: Lol. Amanda, don't use stars to emote action. And you may want to make use multiple paragraphs for dialogue.]] He stood outside the wand shop for a moment, wondering once more how it was that he'd managed to break his. He hardly used the stubborn thing, magic not exactly being his forte. He sighed. Repairing a wand without a wand, especially when you can barely use a wand, is a rather impossible thing.
Thus did he find himself journeying to a place where usually only first year students would have to go. With a sag in his shoulders at his own inadequacy, Gideon entered the wand shop, a little bell dingling above the door as he did. Reminded of a bit of the Muggle world, he gave a weary smirk, and approached the front desk, where a young girl was standing, ringing the bell, lokking flustered.
He didn't feel much like communicating with other sentient beings today, and found himself hoping that the shop owner would hurry out and get to his business sooner than later.
He stood off to the side a bit, studying his broken wand a little too intently.
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