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 Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 7:18 pm
Ollivander's is a fine wands shop described as narrow and shabby, with a sign that reads Ollivander's: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC in peeling gold letters over the door. The only display in the window overlooking Diagon Alley is a single wand lying on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. Within, there are countless narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling and a spindly legged chair.
Mr Ollivander, the pale-eyed, white-haired shopkeeper, makes and sells the magic wands to witches and wizards as they enter school or break their old wands. He remembers every wand he has ever sold. To determine the best wand for a witch or wizard, Mr Ollivander measures various body parts and then checks the reactions of various wands to the buyer, a process to which he refers as "the wand choosing the wizard.
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 1:43 pm
Oliver Ollivander walked into the shop. Her great great great grandfather had recently passed away, leaving her his shop. He had taught her the ways to make a wand, and to help wizards and witches to find thier own wands. She could still smell his scent, she took out her wand and flickerd over the looming boxes to dust and a large cloud of dust came off, she coughed so much she had open the door of the shop to breathe. Her grandfather had not been one to clean much. She propped the door open and continued to dust giant clouds of dust off the boxes and the shops.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 6:16 pm
Young Jason, accidentally breathed in some of the dust that had floated over in his direction. He looked over to see Olive surrounded by clouds of dust.
Jason walked over cautiously. Olive looks up.
"Would like to buy my wand." he says to her.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 3:58 pm
"Well then you are in the right place. We only sell wands made of the highest quality. Sorry for the mess and dust. This was my very great grandfather's shop, he recently passed away. He didn't clean much." Said Olive. She walked over to the sheleves. She closed her eyes and felt the energy. Three in practical stood out to her. She picked them up gingerly and put them in front of the boy. "Try this one. It is a unicorn hair maple, 5 inchs and a bit flexible." She handed him a light yellow wood wand with a tip of silver on the end.
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