winnie'n woody wands

@☾ Gabriel /hesitantly I tottered amongst the books in awe of the sheer variety showcased here. Though my gaze was soon torn away when your voice broke the silence, and I found myself standing behind you with peculiar interest, upper body hovering over your slouched frame that was examining my wand.
Yes. Walnut wood, was 12 and 3/4s but we'll see what it is when you put it back together.
/jokingly chides as I observe the splintered wreck, eyelashes fluttering as I blink in a quick succession while shifting around so my bum was leaning on the desk adjacent to you. As my arms folded across my chest, a brow raised curiously when you asked me where I went when I dodged class -- an interesting question you'd pose to a relative stranger, but nonetheless I obliged while answering cordially.
To take naps, generally. See, I'm not a squib but wielding magic has always been a difficulty no matter how much I learn. So why attend class? Instead I party and recuperate. Oh -- and occasionally care for the beasts.

@✤ Marina /I held the curtain open for you, letting you walk through before following behind. I motioned for you to sit on a couch situated in the den Mr. Winnie gave me for designing and repairing wands. The walls were covered with my own sketches, different designs and formulations littering the papers. Shelves were situated about, jars of different woods and characteristics from creatures. Sitting down on the work table in the middle of the room, I switched the headlight on, bringing the splintered wand into view. I picked up a pair of glasses, placing them on the bridge of my nose before inspecting the core./
A dragon heartstring core, hm? Very rare.
/Pushing myself off the stool, I walked over the retrieve the wood and core from my collections. I quickly got to work once I had the materials, keeping focused on the wand as I spoke./
So where do you go off to when you skip out on class. If you don't mind me asking.

@☾ Gabriel Yeah you seem the type.
/with my demure little French accent, I let out a sweeter chuckle before things subsided upon the realization that I'd have to stay here and wait -- presumably a pretty long time. I perked up a little though, when you began to shut things down and even offered to have me back there despite not being allowed. I traipsed in with grateful delight as i was led further into the den, mesmerized by my surroundings.
, thanks G. I've never been inside a wandshop in all honesty.....we always get our wands passed down to us.

@✤ Marina I just tend to be a little more observing than others.
/I let out a light laugh as she makes an insinuation about out professors, knowing that more than a handful of them had taken an ogle at you at least once. I walk over to the front door, flipping the sign to closed. Making my way back behind the desk, I shift the curtain, motioning for you to come over./
You can come back there with me if you want? As long as you don't tell Mr. Winnie... he'd have my hide. Follow me.

@☾ Gabriel Miss me in class then? I know the professors in particular loved me being there.
/obviously joking I click my tongue just to end the comedic little banter with gentle chuckles that showcased my warmer gaze. My gentle fingers than tapped at the dusty glass while you spoke, reassuring me that this wasn't going to be as easy as I thought. When you suggested I stick around I let out a defeated little groan, before scratching the back of my head
Sure, I guess I'll......stay here? What exactly do I do while you're back there? Bet there's no wand maker's waiting room.
/lets out another sigh before I lift my gaze to latch onto yours once again

@✤ Marina I did always wonder why I would see you and then you'd be gone.
/I pinch the bridge of my nose as you say you need it done tonight, knowing that this is going to be a bigger fix than she thinks. I'm snapped out of my train of thought as you offer me money and seemingly other sentiments./
Marina no you don't need to offer me money or anything. Look, this is going to take a little time so unless you want to chill for a bit while I repair it...
/I trail off and let you make the decision, knowing that you don't really have any other choice because your wand is useless at this point.

@☾ Gabriel Alright Gabe. I think I've seen you in a class or two, when I end up going.
/trying to lighten the mood in a seemingly dark place, I let out a pleasant chortle as we make eye contact, before my gaze drops back to my wand with concern. When you speak about not being able to get it done by tonight, I wrinkle my nose in disdain and let out a melodramatic sigh.
I appreciate the dedication of bringing it home and all that, but I really need it done tonight. What do you want? More money? Cause I can do that and a whole lot more, babe.
/with urgency I push the heap of junk closer to you with pleading eyes, my icy blue orbs searching for a weak point in your own

@✤ Marina /Upon calling out your surname you, I look up to see you smirking, seemingly smug that I had known who you were based on your wand. I had studied all the wands that were passed down through well-known families in the wizard world. I knew that you attended school here but I had yet to cross paths with you./
Calibri. But you can call me Gabe.
/I offered my hand to you in greeting. I inspected the wand once more as you asked when I could have it done by. A puzzling look crossed my features, wrapping the wand softly back in the cloth I crossed my arms over my chest./
The shaft is pretty busted. If you need it soon I can take it back to the dorms to repair it. Mr. Winnie doesn't like it when I stay late. I can get it back to you tomorrow morning.

@☾ Gabriel /with my elbow propped up onto the counter I watch with an intent gaze as your fingertips glide over the cherished wood, my gaze momentarily flickering to observe your own, that was glued to the wand. When it was revealed who I was, I let a small little smirk upturn my lips as I stood up straighter.
You know who I am? I'm flattered. I'm well Mister......?
/my voice dropped off so you could fill in the blank to who you were, because although you may have had a familiar face I could never remember names very well. Either way I cleared my throat and asked adamantly.
Can you have it done by tonight? Kinda got to do.

@✤ Marina /Coming behind the curtains, I look up to spot a beautiful brunette with piercing blue eyes peering back at me. I rested my forearms on the counter as I beckoned her forward./
Sure. Let me have a look.
/Watching carefully as she places the wand wrapped in a cloth on the counter, uncovering it to show me the damage done. I softly run my fingertips across the splintered wood, a dim glow of light appearing as I passed over the shaft. I spot the crest on the bottom of the wand, immediately recognizing the heirloom./
Ah. I've done research about these. How are you doing Miss. LeStrange?

@☾ Gabriel /at the figure emerging from the darker depths of the shop, my gaze remained widened in a shocked matter as a rather attractive young pretty boy came forth with dusty fingertips and a smudge of soot across his forehead. How cute. I soon spoke up however, determined to have my rather expensive family heirloom of a wand fixed so I could at least participate in class when I did decide to go. So I approached you and unraveled the cloth the reveal the splintered shaft, eyes blinking as I sighed carefully.
I know the Wandmaker isn't here but.......can you help me fix it? I'm afraid a hippogriff stepped on it during the Care of Magical Creatures.

@✤ Marina /I had been working in the shop, organizing boxes of wands that needed to be placed correctly. Mr. Winnie often had trouble getting up to the top shelves where the boxes belonged, causing him to leave them scattered about. I was working on a wand that needed repairs when Mr. Winnie said that he would be leaving early and asked if I could close up shop. Finishing off a stack of wands, I heard a voice from the front of the store calling out. Stepping down from the ladder, I dusted my hands on my pants, walking up to the front of the shop./
Mr. Winnie left early. What can I help you with?

@☾ Gabriel /unfortunately in a freak accident involving me morphing into my other form unexpectedly, I had crushed my wand until it snapped and so somehow I ended up here. With the ornate piece of wood laying splintered in my hands, the old wood of the floorboards creak under my feet as I pry the hulking door open to reveal a dusty cavernous cottage-like interior with messy stacks and disheveled piles of boxes. Then I cleared my throat as the fabric that held the pieces together lay closed in my palms, my head searching for any figures occupying the room.
Hello? Mr. Winnie?