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Free time - Open May 3, 2014 13:49:41 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on May 3, 2014 13:49:41 GMT -8

"I'm afraid I'm too close to wands to see the similarity with brooms," he admitted. "But I hear good things about Matchsticks. I wonder... The shopkeeper's life doesn't seem like it will hold you for long. I could certainly use a charming and clever witch like yourself on my staff, but I suspect the work would bore you. Ah, begging your pardon. It's just that you have shown, shall we say, a certain spirit of adventure simply by being here tonight. Working for someone else, even a friend, won't be more than temporary, I'd wager."

He had noticed the reluctance on her part, but he did not draw verbal attention to it. Young people were frequently uncertain of their future. Of course, he had never experienced that. From the very beginning, he knew that he would be going into the family business and had desired nothing else. Few people were so fortunate to be placed upon their path from birth. Ollivander had no wish to make Nix feel uncomfortable by dwelling on a topic that concerned her. Or was he mistaken? Considering her reaction more closely, he began to doubt it was her prospects that were disheartening. He thought back to the time she had purchased her wand. She had not been accompanied by her parents, as he recalled. Perhaps it was the past, and not the future, which dampened her spirits. Thinking of what she was going to do, might have only reminded her of that which she lacked. He could not be sure.

"Well, I'm sure you'll figure it out. Someone as daring as you isn't going to settle for less. Now, I think I've earned the right to ask what brought you out this evening. If you aren't meeting anyone for a tryst, why take the risk to be here?" His eyes sparkled with amusement. He had always been a sucker for intrigue.

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Free time - Open May 5, 2014 0:59:34 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on May 5, 2014 0:59:34 GMT -8

Nix Night

Gryffindor - 6th year@ollivander 
notes:new table!

Nix smiled as Mr ollivander spoke again and she nodded with a grin growing on to her face, she had always liked brooms and flying from her first year so finding that Tain's parents lived in and ran a broom shop was wonderful for her. Sure she only sold them at the moment but she had ideas for designs, if Jark would ever let any of the kids in the back room but he kept saying they werent old enough which was annoying. She snapped herself from her thoughts as mr ollivander spoke to work and she shook her head, "not quite, i love to sell things. That little feeling matching someone up with things they want or need and then the even more fun feeling of trying to convince them they will need other things, its a silly thing that amuses me" she said with a chuckle before she took in his words. Well she knew she didnt work well with people she didnt like or respect so running her own business wouldnt be a bad thing in that sense but she needed to know how to work and run a business before that, she shivered as she thought of herself alone in a office surrounded by paper work before she shook her head again. So not the time to think of that, "I think i would rather learn something from someone well, maybe as an apprentice, before i try the world on by myself" she mused before a moment of quiet settled.

She took another drink from her glass as her mind wandered off again to her past and then to her future and she wondered who on earth two such different people could be the same, she had been a little feral child once and she hoped to one day run her own business. So different. She snapped from her thoughts as the quiet was broken by a question and she chuckled softly as she moved her gaze from its blurred thought filled nonsense, "I dont like being cooped up, the outside is better for me and i am an elder year now so it easier to get out. Not to mention, ive been getting out ever since i started and i happen to know theres at least one teacher and one prefect who cant even be bother to stop me anymore and just stick me in dentition when i get back" she said with a sigh as she thought about it, she would try not to be seen going back in but it didnt always work

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Free time - Open May 5, 2014 19:10:12 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on May 5, 2014 19:10:12 GMT -8

He smiled indulgently. "A fine observation. There's more to selling than taking someone's money. You're right, the real art is in appraising your customer and pairing them with the right purchase. You do have some business sense, I see. They'll be lucky to have you at Matchsticks, if you don't get into too much trouble in the meantime. If I remember, from oh so many years ago, it was usually the Gryffindors giving me mischief as Head Boy. Don't be too hard on the people whose job it is to keep order, especially in these times. There are dark things happening in the world today, my dear. A detention isn't too serious, but there are worse consequences in the real world. It's never good to take needless risk. After all, caution is the brother of wisdom. Then again," he admitted with a little chortle, "without any risk, life would be very boring, would it not?"

He gave his glass a small swirl, and for a moment seemed to ponder its amber depths. Liquid gold could not have delighted him more, but his mind was momentarily far away on dark deeds in evil times. It was likely to get worse, if it ever would get better. The confidence of youth was a thing to be admired by the elderly. Ollivander was no so old, yet, as to be useless, but at times he felt the weight of the world in his bones. On the other hand, there was something enthralling about the darkness, terrible though it was. It was intriguing to consider what the bold, new world of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named would look like. Garrick knew that from grim and shadowy roots, greatness could blossom. He had taken great personal pleasure from some unsavory parts of life. He drew the line at violence, but he was well aware that objectionable things could yield wondrous results. A candle never shone brighter than in the night. A flat, grey existence was tame, uninteresting... The world was richer for the blackness in men's hearts, as much as it was ennobled by the virtue in their souls.

Returning to the present, Ollivander took a drink of the liquid into which he had been staring. "Forgive me. And I hope you won't think I'm lecturing you. You're young, I'm sure I don't need to tell you to ignore the worries of old men," he said in a light, easy tone.

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Free time - Open May 6, 2014 12:37:20 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on May 6, 2014 12:37:20 GMT -8

Nix Night

Gryffindor - 6th year@ollivander 
notes:new table!

Nix chuckled as it seemed her message of her enjoyment to pass items on to a new owner seemed to sink in, glad he saw it her way. "I'm never hard on them, if someone manages to catch me then good on them and go ahead and stick me in some detention somewhere" she said with an honest laugh as he spoke again and she nodded, she didnt dislike the prefects for what they did or even the teachers. Sure she disliked some of them but that was down to who they were and how they acted with her, not down to them telling her off. She had a thicker skin that that, being down right rude however was just a dislikeable offence. Though the next words conflicted. Though they matched her feelings.

She was old enough now to understand not everyone in the world was out to be nice to her or help her, even if it seemed that way. Sure she loved to try new things and see how far she could make things bend to her will but now she knew that there was a limit and she needed to see it, something that worried her as she knew she pushed things over their limits at the best of times. Now with her anger issues linked to her shift, it was a worry how far she would go when she really got annoyed over her limits. She knew she had been in dark places, dark things had happened, so it worried her to think that in this dark world that could soon appear that would be encouraged. She shivered again as she thought of her uncle and then her eyes snapped down to her scarred arms and she pulled her cloak over herself again, think away from it. She shook her head as he spoke again and she smiled softly at him, "you need to stop worrying, i hear much worse things from people i respect much less every day" she said before she felt her face burn red. She hadnt meant to say that, it was true of course but she hadnt meant to say it.

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Free time - Open May 8, 2014 18:37:51 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on May 8, 2014 18:37:51 GMT -8

His moonlike eyes twinkled as she pronounced her respect. As easily as he paid compliments, Ollivander loved receiving them just as much. "I'm glad you think so highly of me," he replied, honestly. "But I suppose you can take care of yourself. You managed to get here without trouble. As long as you don't have too many more of those to drink, I would guess that you can make it back just fine, too. You know —" he began, but was immediately cut off by a cry of outrage.

"Nix Night! Explain yourself!" A tall, grim, middle-aged woman had appeared over their table. Professor McGonagall had entered the Three Broomsticks not five seconds ago. Her beady gaze had immediately fallen on the young redhead seated at the center table, and Ollivander had watcher her b-line directly for the young girl. "You'd better have a good reason for being down here."

Ollivander's eyebrows lifted in surprise at this display, though he could not help smiling in amusement all the same. The whole tavern had gone silent. His curvy barmaid had frozen mid-gesture in the act of uncorking a bottle. He chuckled, but for the moment did not speak or interject on his companion's behalf. Minerva had not yet taken notice of him. Before he got involved, he was curious to see how Nix would talk herself out of trouble. His eyes strayed briefly to the half-drunk firewhiskey in the girl's hand. That one would be on his head, once McGonagall had worked her way around to the beverage, but there was no helping that. For the moment, the Head of Nix's House was focusing her wrath solely on her inexcusable presence out of bounds after curfew.

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NOTES bit short, but I hope this works for you?