9 May 2025, 01:35
The Wand's Bond: Ya picked me, Ya got me!
30, 6 cm cherry wood and phoenix feather...loves wizards that go on dangerous adventures
Was this what Elm would become? He could see it: he would be a famous wizard adventurer, healing strange curses and finding exotic magical plants. And someday, he'd settle down and open up his own shop. Songs would be sung of him for centuries...but no, that was more like Maple.
"Elm!" Maple snapped his fingers in front of Elm's eyes.
"Ah!" He screeched.
Maple laughed brightly, "Just kiddin, sport! Come on, spill the beans.
Elm blinked in mild confusion, "What beans?"
Maple snorted, "Yup, those beans over there. He pointed in a random direction. "No! Obviously not! Ever heard the term? It means "tell up" sorta. Like...share your thoughts"
"Nuh uh! I ain't tellin you any of my thoughts! Last time, I did that mum found my nerf gun!
With a roll of his eyes, Maple grimaced. "Oh, come on! You're still mad about the loss of your stupid toy?"
A young girl receiving her wand glanced over sharply. Maple quieted his tone in response, his tone becoming serious, "Listen. I promise on my house, I won't tell a soul. You can trust me. Besides, ya look a lil down, kid.
Elm crossed his arms. Should he share? Glancing upward, he extended his wand out to his brother and repeated Ollivander's words, "30, 6 cm cherry wood and phoenix feather...loves wizards that go on dangerous adventures"
The older boy's eyes widened, then a flash of understanding crossed his features. "Ah, now I see what this is about. You're afraid you've got the wrong wand? Perhaps..that it would fit me instead of yourself? Listen, kid. I know you think the wand made a mistake but, I assure you. I do not know what it saw in you but whatever it did...it saw a connection. A connection that was meant to be. And I do believe, he handed the wand back "that you should embrace that bond.
Elm nodded, a small smile relaxing the tension on his face. After Maple left to visit his friends for a bit, Elm traced a slim finger over the edge of his wand. "Alrighty, wand. Ya picked me, ya got me."
A pureblood with a fascination for muggle objects, pygmy puffs, and plants.
Fav. Season: Fall
Was this what Elm would become? He could see it: he would be a famous wizard adventurer, healing strange curses and finding exotic magical plants. And someday, he'd settle down and open up his own shop. Songs would be sung of him for centuries...but no, that was more like Maple.
"Elm!" Maple snapped his fingers in front of Elm's eyes.
"Ah!" He screeched.
Maple laughed brightly, "Just kiddin, sport! Come on, spill the beans.
Elm blinked in mild confusion, "What beans?"
Maple snorted, "Yup, those beans over there. He pointed in a random direction. "No! Obviously not! Ever heard the term? It means "tell up" sorta. Like...share your thoughts"
"Nuh uh! I ain't tellin you any of my thoughts! Last time, I did that mum found my nerf gun!
With a roll of his eyes, Maple grimaced. "Oh, come on! You're still mad about the loss of your stupid toy?"
A young girl receiving her wand glanced over sharply. Maple quieted his tone in response, his tone becoming serious, "Listen. I promise on my house, I won't tell a soul. You can trust me. Besides, ya look a lil down, kid.
Elm crossed his arms. Should he share? Glancing upward, he extended his wand out to his brother and repeated Ollivander's words, "30, 6 cm cherry wood and phoenix feather...loves wizards that go on dangerous adventures"
The older boy's eyes widened, then a flash of understanding crossed his features. "Ah, now I see what this is about. You're afraid you've got the wrong wand? Perhaps..that it would fit me instead of yourself? Listen, kid. I know you think the wand made a mistake but, I assure you. I do not know what it saw in you but whatever it did...it saw a connection. A connection that was meant to be. And I do believe, he handed the wand back "that you should embrace that bond.
Elm nodded, a small smile relaxing the tension on his face. After Maple left to visit his friends for a bit, Elm traced a slim finger over the edge of his wand. "Alrighty, wand. Ya picked me, ya got me."
A pureblood with a fascination for muggle objects, pygmy puffs, and plants.
Fav. Season: Fall