Ollivanders Wand Shop - Currently closed$1$[27]

[Aaron Tayllore]

*bounds in very excited in a plain pair of robes, obnoxiously energized and enthusiastic (he felt this way mainly because of the drastic difference not being hung over made in your day)*

Hello! *grins* Hope I'm not late, I've only been up for eight hours.

[Greyson Ollivander]

*His head snaps up at Aaron's arrival. He brushes a bit of grime off of his face as he smiles at the young wizard.*

Heya! No, not at all, glad you made it.

*Raises his eyebrows at the last comment.*

Nothing like getting started early, eh?

*Chuckles*

[Aaron Tayllore]

*shrugs it off*

I've been all weird lately, off my sleeping pattern you could say.

*walks into the shop all the way*

So, what do you want me to do?

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Takes a quick glance around the shop as he thinks of the best place for his new hire to begin.*

*He nods over to a completely ravished wall of shelves, and nods.*

How 'bout you get that looking as new as you can.

*Raises his eyebrows, unsure if the young wizard can tackle the project. There's a great bit of work to be done to the shelves. Some are broken in half, others hang to one side, and the whole left side of the shelving unit looks as if it had been set on fire, and left to smolder. Not to mention all the glass stuck in the wood, or the off chance something sinister is creeping around behind the unit.*

[Aaron Tayllore]

*ravenclaw-like insticts kick in*

I'll try my best.

*walks over and examines for about a solid ten minutes, thinking and observing*

*pulls out his wand and causes all the things that had fallen off the shelf or that were still of the shelf to stack themselves as neatly as he could manage away from the project*

*mends a few boards and goes about the task, working rather diligently and daydreaming about Holly and how much fun they had on his living room rug last night before she got summoned by Voldemort....*

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Looks up from the blown apart counter he has been working on to check on Aaron, and is pleasantly surprised to see how well he's doing.*

Well done, Aaron. That'll be holding stacks of wands in no time.

[Aaron Tayllore]

*looks up and grins at his busy boss - haha, boss, cool.... he had a boss....*

Thanks, *wrenches a board out of the way with his hands before realizing "hey stupid, you have a wand" and flicks it to make the board get un-stuck* I hope so.

*squints over at what he is doing*

Er... good luck with that. *laughs at the disastrous looking piece of furniture*

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Laughs, his wand flowing through the air skillfully.*

Should be good as new in no time.

*Says not very confidently as he watches the pieces of counter become whole, and mend themselves together seamlessly.*

[Aaron Tayllore]

*laughs and continues working for a while, wondering when Holly will be getting home that night*

So, you live over the shop? Around town?

*asks curiously, having not met the man before, and only vaguely recognizing his face*

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Turns to Aaron, bobbing his head in response.*

Yep, I live pretty close by the shop. How 'bout you? You live around here?

*Flicks his wand at a broom, watching as it begins to sweep up dust.*

I really appreciate your help, Aaron.

[Greyson Ollivander]

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*It had felt like since forever when Greyson pushed open the door to the wand shop. As he stepped inside his heart sank, all of the destruction, and his weak attempt to set everything right reminding him what a horrible nephew he is. His uncle shouldn't have been alone when his abductors came calling, and Greyson will never forgive himself for not being here that day, a damn Quidditch match wasn't that important.*

*Mentally beating himself up, Greyson takes a moment to look around, have a few memories, and sighs. He needs to get everything finished as quickly as possible. The deadline he had set for himself has long passed.*

*Pulling out his wand, he moves about the shop, replacing this, that, and the other thing. Mending the counter, sweeping up the dust, broken bits of glass, and all the numerous shelves that held all of his Uncle's greatest works. It was his original plan to use as little magic as possible in restoring the place, but he knows better. If he doesn't resort to magic the shop will never be open again.*

*Slowly but surely the place begins to take on the appearance of what it was once before. He's not near finished as he'd like to be, but everything is coming along nicely. Soon he'll have time to get to making wands, a craft he can loose himself in, nothing more fascinating to the man than wands.*

[Theodore Nott]

::Acting as if the shop is having it's Grand Opening, Theodore pushes open the door confidently, and steps inside. Things inside the wand shop don't appear to have changed much since he first came here when he was just eleven, and ready for his wand. Though, he's heard there was quite a bit of destruction that happened when the well known wand maker went missing, it doesn't seem as though there's much of a trace of the kidnapping left. Whomever has put this place back in order has done a nice job of it, but there is definitely a lack of wands here.::

::Taking a few silent steps further into the shop, Theodore clears his throat loudly to gain the attention of the shopkeeper.::

[Greyson Ollivander]

*It's almost as if the shop knows that someone has entered, there's a feeling in the air that Greyson suddenly notices, almost like electricity is in the air, or the shop has come alive.*

*Looks up with a curious expression upon feeling the strange feeling, and within the blink of an eye he hears the sound of someone clearing their throat.*

*Thinking how odd that experience was, Greyson pops his head out from way in back near the end of the long rows of shelves, and can plainly see a young dark haired wizard standing there. He brushes his hands off on his khaki cargo pants, and sets a friendly smile on his face while he begins toward the front of the shop.*

Heya!

*Calls to the wizard as he nears, nodding his head. Another strange occurrence happens as he takes in the young man's sharp, well dressed appearance. A memory, very vivid, pops right into his thoughts, and he can plainly see this exact wizard at a much younger age, eleven to be exact. Unable to help himself, Greyson blurts out.*

11 1/4" Oak, Dragon Heart-string...

*Stops himself before he can continue, eyes wide with surprise, and embarrassment.*

[Theodore Nott]

::Stands there blinking at the large wizard's outburst, confused as to how he knows his wand so well. His eyes slide over the man, and he certainly doesn't recognize him. Tilting his chin upward in a proud manner he answers.::

I still own it, though how did-

::Stops abruptly, lifting his brow, silently asking the wizard who he is. Theodore has never been in a situation like this before, it's one thing to mention your wand properties off hand in a conversation, but to have it brought up to you by a bloke you've never laid sights on is a bit troubling. Nonchalantly he slides his hands into his pockets, fingers of his wand hand playing with the aforesaid wand.::

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Lifts a hand and runs his finger through his short hair, cheeks still a little red from embarrassment. Strange how that happened to him, and that wasn't the first time if he remembers correctly.*

*Shrugs.*

I was present at the sale of quite a few wands. My uncle was the owner, and I used to fill my days here...helping out.

*Sighs, thinking back to the endless hours he spent with his now deceased uncle. Nothing he can do to change what's done, and he refocuses on the young wizard waiting.*

So...how can I help you out?