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Post by Curse Kameren on Sept 9, 2011 22:25:23 GMT -5
Curse Kameren entered Ollivander's wand shop, stepped up to the front desk, and laid a long light-colored wand on top of it. "I broke it."
"Again? Merlin's pants, Kameren, that's the fourth one!" The shopkeeper picked up the wand, examining the cracks up and down. "We tryin' again then?"
Over the course of the end of the summer, Curse had taken an interest in getting a new wand. He was tired of the unruly power that came with wandless magic, the toll it took on him. He wanted a wand for back-up, for on his bad days. A wand would not only help him channel his power more easily, it would also help him fit in. Curse wanted to keep his head down, flaunting his wandless magic wasn't going to help anything.
"What do you have for me, then?" Curse crossed his arms, absent-mindedly twisting the ring on his finger. He had his ring again, something he had truly missed. He had a family, it was just a bit broken at the moment. Amelia had agreed to letting Max take part in the wedding, however. He may have to thank Peter for his part in that.
Curse watched as the shopkeeper turned into the back room. He sat back on a bench against the wall, listening patiently as the shopkeeper rustled around the back room, and a ring at the door signaled another customer.
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