Date: August 18th, 2019
Time: Early afternoon
Colors: Zykeal | Wandmaker

The chimes of the bell above the door as he entered the shop shook him for a moment, dark golden hues flashed across the room that was littered with small long boxes stack upon shelves. The shop was dimly lit, it was hard for him to determine if the wand store was even open at that point in time. A moment of hesitation was awarded before he allowed himself to cross the threshold fully and let the door slip from his fingertips to close softly behind him, "Ello? Anybody in ere'?" he said aloud as he walked up towards where a counter was stationed.

A quick glance behind him, checking out the window to see not as many people in the streets as there was earlier in the day. Zykeal had decided to tell the wizard from Hogwarts that had come and personally delivered his letter, to let him go on his own to Diagon Alley. Zyk had thought that if he needed to get around in this new world, it was best to face it head-on. Now though, it was getting late in the day and the boy was a little worried that he wouldn't be able to find everything he needed before the sun had set for the day.

On the side of the counter there seemed to be a bell, Zyk wasn't keen on ringing the thing, but, he was pressured for time and knew that if he couldn't get back to where his mother could pick him up, he would be in some serious trouble with her. With that thought in mind, he reached a hand and flicked the bell that was upon its stand with a finger. Turning his body then, he let himself rest his back against the counter and let his eyes gaze upon the contents of the shop, slightly embarrassed that he had to do such a thing to be able to get some attention in the shop.

After a moment, the soft thud of boots would be heard over the silence of the shop, "Coming, coming!" was heard, Zykeal had some soft notion of a frail individual from the voice alone, old and wise. Turning now, he'd face the figure that was approaching and give him the good old once over. The one in front of him wasn't much of a show, hell, he thought that the man should probably be in one of those old people's facilities. Nevermind that though, his thoughts told him, he smiled towards the man and raised his arms to rest them upon the countertop. "So mate, you sell them sticks eh'," a nod was given to the wall of boxes that lined the shelves.

Most wizards would probably take offense to this sort of statement, but, the man seemed to be friendly and had dealt with either muggle-born or those who didn't know they had magical parentals before.

"Wands, we wizards call them," the man said, giving Zykeal impression that his voice sounds a little indignant, letting the boy know that his words were not appreciated.

A canted smile was offered towards the wandmaker, a hushed, "Me' bad," was given as he lowered his gaze for a moment, knowing he might have just messed up.

"Never the less! All young wizards come into this shop, I must say, sticks isn't the worst thing that my poor wands have been called," the man continued, offering a chuckle that made Zyk smile. The man then started to size him up, which caused him to step back a few feet and look over himself as well, figuring he'd try and see what the old man could see before the whole process of wand choosing took place. Zykeal wasn't ignorant of the process, in fact, he saw a few other students in the store previously and he watched how it went, trying to make sure that he wasn't a proper idiot before he walked into the place.

"Sturdy, fit," the man canted his head from side to side in front of Zykeal, shifting his hands to touch his chin before speaking once more, "Flashy hair, but there's a bit of stoicism in you," a nod was given then to Zykeal from the man. "I've got it," was pronounced as he watched the wandmaker turn around and head back into the rows of shelves that blanketed the store. Zykeal hadn't a clue what the old man's impression of him really was at all, it took him a minute to even remember what "stoicism" was. Thinking back at everything that the old man just said as well, he was pretty sure that was the most clever string of insults that Zyk was ever given.

A wicked smirk was played across his features then, respecting the old man's craft, and he waited for the return of the man. Pulling his arms up to cross in front of his body, he turned slowly around, eyes gandering up and down the shelves and trying to count how many wands were on each shelf, "Bloody hell, lot' of firewood in here..." he muttered to himself before he heard the small thumps letting him know that the shop owner was returning. Turning then, he approached the counter once more and went over towards the box that the man had placed upon the countertop.

"This is your wand," the man said, a finality within his voice.

Nerves crossed over his form at that moment, he had subconsciously saved his last errand for the wand shop, secretly thinking this to be the most important task of the day. Mastering himself though, a small huff was given as he moved his hands up and let himself place each hand on the side of the wand's box. Lifting the cover from the wand's box, he gazed down in wonder at what was within the box itself. Eyes lit up and he moved his right hand over to take the wand from inside its sheath. Lifting it up in front of him, he inspected the wand thoroughly before looking back up to the man who started talking.

"10 Inches. Aspen wood. Phoenix feather," he stated proudly, "Quite flexible, perfect for what you'll be doing with it. I've never been so certain, but, give it a flick towards the lamb behind you to make sure."

Zykeal clung to every word that the old man had said, it wasn't until he turned to look at the lamp the man was pointing towards that he realized that he was about to try and perform magic. This would be the first time in his life that he'd purposely try and do it, he was absolutely thrilled, but, concentrated. Taking the words that the wand maker had said literally, he raised his wand and let his hand make a quite quick flick of the wand in what some would describe as a frown.

Instantly the flame of the lamp went from its color of orange and red flames to a mixture of dark and light blues. This made Zykeals eyes light up, that had just come from him, he still wasn't fully set on believing that this school, wizards, magic, even existed. Turning back around as he lowered the wand to his side, he smiled towards the old man who was beaming towards Zykeal at the time. An approving nod was given then towards him and Zyk couldn't help but blushing slightly as the man seemed proud of either his own wand-making/picking skills or Zyks accomplishment.

"Phoenix feather, very rare, very picky," the old man said now, motioning for Zykeal to hand the wand back so he could continue to stow it back into the box where it was before. "It's amazing that it's paired in the base that it is, Aspen wood, amazing I do say so myself." the man nodded to himself. Zyk was watching, somewhat resentful that he had to part with the wand so quickly, but still clinging to the knowledge that the old man was bestowing upon him. "Aspen wood is absolutely relished by wand creators all over the world for its beauty," Zykeal thought that the man seemed sad to be parting with one of his wands but also happy that he found it a new home. "you're a lucky one," the man finished with a smile.

After a flourish of movement, Zykeal had taken the bad of his coins out and set the bag upon the table for the man to take what was needed for the payment. There wasn't much in the bag left and the man seemed it a little hard to find the exact amount that would cover the payment for the wand, but, he seemed to find it and offered Zykeal a smile then. "Thank you sir," Zykeal said then, offering a smile as he scooped up his wand box and moved to set it with the rest of his stuff that he had purchased throughout the day. Without another word then, he turned and went to leave the establishment, but hesitated when the wandmaker said one last thing on his way out.

"A true Silver Spear you will be."

Word Count
First Post: 1500+
Second Post: TBD