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

[Theodore Nott]

::Eyes the man with disinterest, he couldn't care less about the wizard's history, the man just needed to get to the point.::

Right. I'm here on a sort of quest...if you will.

::Leans into the counter separating the men, eying the wand maker with his dark eyes. Theodore is here on a whim and a prayer. Not many know or believe in the Deathly Hallows, and he's starting with the easiest to track.::

A quest of information. Wand history, perhaps.

[Roslyn Levere]

Roslyn had been taking a stroll through Diagon Alley, a sullen mood surrounding her. They'd had the funeral of her Grandparents not long ago, which explained her formal and rather depressing attire. It was Springtime, the sun shone bright although the atmosphere at the funeral, was far from bright. But Roslyn was thankful. She knew Spring was her Grandmother's Favourite time of year, and what she loved her Grandfather also learned to love.

She walked, ignoring the curious looks of people, wondering why she was dressed so formally. It was none of their concern, and Roslyn owed no one any explanation. It was with these thoughts, her face held a hard expression. Determined not to cry anymore. As the young woman looked up, she noticed she was now in front of Ollivanders Wand Shop. The place was in shambles, last Roslyn had heard. But now ti seemed in much better condition, even on the verge of being open?

*Curious to whether Ollivander was back, and simply wishing to take her mind off her troubles; Roslyn pushed open the doors to the shop, stepping hesitantly inside.* "Hello?" Her voice came out barely above a whisper, Roslyn's intention only to say hello then continue on her way.

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[Theodore Nott]

::The door opens and in walks Roslyn, the last person Theodore wanted to see. He very well can't get any questions answered with her here, so he turns back to the shop owner, giving a semi warm smile.::

Right, well, seems I've run short on time.

I do hope that you will be open in the near future, and I can pop on in.

::Doesn't wait for any sort of reply and he sweeps from the store, Disapparating the moment his feet touch the cobbles.::

[Roslyn Levere]

*Roslyn stared at the spot Theodore had stood in, a scowl coming to her face* "Bloody coward." She muttered, finding his actions childish and unnecessary. It seemed the moment Theodore saw her, he felt the need to bolt. Roslyn resisted rolling her eyes, not concerning herself with whatever he was doing.

*Walking further into the shop, Roslyn pushed all thoughts of the irritating wizard aside, and looked around*

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Confused with the wizard's behavior when the witch enters, Greyson just stands behind the counter, bobbing his head.*

*Grins warmly to Roslyn, flashing a glance to the door, not disappointed to see the back of that wizard. There was something cold about him that Greyson really didn't care for, shaking the feeling off, he chirps up.*

Good day, Miss. I'm not open for business yet.

*Gestures to the nearly bare shelves.*

Hope you aren't in desperate need of a wand. Very few in stock, though I can have you one in a few days time.

[Daisy Ollivander]

Daisy had been in quite a funk lately, and only recently started really coming out of it... And as she did, she really wasn't sure if she had really seen her brother in all that time... Pretty much since the New Years Kareoke party... Well she figured it was high time she went to see what her brother was up to, maybe help him out with the shop if he needed, so, with wand pocketed and looking quite cute in her jeans and tank top, a small knitted type sweater over the top, she would make her way in. She got to the shop just in time to see some dark looking wizard sweep out and apparate. She rose a brow but wouldn't mind that.

She would grin happily, being around her brother always lifted her mood... So she would dart playfully into the shop calling out loudly and playfully as she once had when they were small.

"Grrrrreeeeysoooon! I see-"

She broke off in her playful little greeting as she saw another witch inside. She turned scarlet, and fell silent with a shy grin.

"Oh I... Sorry about that... Didn't mean to interrupt..."

She mumbled slightly looking very embarrased, but she would smile sweetly, if not shyly, to the two.

[Aaron Tayllore]

*scurries into work, tired from staying up all night trying to write a letter to Valley, but oddly alert considering all the wine he drank*

*sees some people conversing and feels a bad vibe in the air*

*goes to the back of the shop*