RP: It isn't even soup yet!
Date: February 23, 2005
Characters: Ollivander, a very pushy core
Location: Ollivander’s kitchen and workroom
Status: Private
Summary: Sometimes creating wands is entirely on the shoulders of the wandmaker. Sometimes, the cores take an active hand in the process.
Completion: Complete
It was such a silly notion, really. The whole idea was so absolutely absurd.
But it was interesting. And exciting. And it was an idea that Ollivander hadn’t entertained in a very, very long time.
The thestral spine sat there on the counter, just staring at him. It was far too large to become the core of a normal wand, being a full 40 centimeters and then some. The shape was wrong, as well, being far wider at one end, and coming to a needle-like point at the other end.
Still, it was speaking to him. Begging in its own way for a new master. There was someone out there with whom it wanted to work. “You’re not making things easy for me, you know,” Ollivander told the spine, looking down at it.
Spines weren’t supposed to make themselves a distraction to the wand-maker. “Fine. If the right wood comes by in the next couple of days, then I shall make a wand of you - no matter how long and awkward it might be for the wielder.”
He clicked his tongue and went back to his breakfast.
Later that afternoon, a bundle arrived from Sri Lanka. Fate was working overtime again. Ollivander decided she would have to get exhausted at some point and leave him be for at least a few days without taking an active hand in his life. “You know, I’m an old man,” he said to her as he opened the package. “It’s not so easy to just...” He looked down at the contents of the package. “Oh, that is nice.”
There were two bundles of wood, each of them bound in a hemp cord. One was Sandalwood, soft, fragrant, and the most beautiful golden brown. The other was ebony, black as pitch, and perfectly smooth and dense. One, a wood known as an antiseptic, sedative and also a stimulant, a cooling and calming wood that cleansed the blood as a wizard used it, and creates harmony and a kind of therapy in the body. The other a wood of raw power and energy, a wood that drew from the core, unleashing the wild from within.
Ollivander looked over at the thestral spine. It was too long. It wanted both woods.
Greedy little thing, aren’t we?
A core of peace and power with properties of life and death, wakefulness and sleep within it. A wand made of two woods combining power and strength with peace, clarity, and harmony.
Gods. It had been a long time since Ollivander had used anything but his standard three cores.
“Fine. But don’t blame me if something goes wrong,” he finally said, grabbing one piece of each wood and storming off into his workshop.
Characters: Ollivander, a very pushy core
Location: Ollivander’s kitchen and workroom
Status: Private
Summary: Sometimes creating wands is entirely on the shoulders of the wandmaker. Sometimes, the cores take an active hand in the process.
Completion: Complete
It was such a silly notion, really. The whole idea was so absolutely absurd.
But it was interesting. And exciting. And it was an idea that Ollivander hadn’t entertained in a very, very long time.
The thestral spine sat there on the counter, just staring at him. It was far too large to become the core of a normal wand, being a full 40 centimeters and then some. The shape was wrong, as well, being far wider at one end, and coming to a needle-like point at the other end.
Still, it was speaking to him. Begging in its own way for a new master. There was someone out there with whom it wanted to work. “You’re not making things easy for me, you know,” Ollivander told the spine, looking down at it.
Spines weren’t supposed to make themselves a distraction to the wand-maker. “Fine. If the right wood comes by in the next couple of days, then I shall make a wand of you - no matter how long and awkward it might be for the wielder.”
He clicked his tongue and went back to his breakfast.
Later that afternoon, a bundle arrived from Sri Lanka. Fate was working overtime again. Ollivander decided she would have to get exhausted at some point and leave him be for at least a few days without taking an active hand in his life. “You know, I’m an old man,” he said to her as he opened the package. “It’s not so easy to just...” He looked down at the contents of the package. “Oh, that is nice.”
There were two bundles of wood, each of them bound in a hemp cord. One was Sandalwood, soft, fragrant, and the most beautiful golden brown. The other was ebony, black as pitch, and perfectly smooth and dense. One, a wood known as an antiseptic, sedative and also a stimulant, a cooling and calming wood that cleansed the blood as a wizard used it, and creates harmony and a kind of therapy in the body. The other a wood of raw power and energy, a wood that drew from the core, unleashing the wild from within.
Ollivander looked over at the thestral spine. It was too long. It wanted both woods.
Greedy little thing, aren’t we?
A core of peace and power with properties of life and death, wakefulness and sleep within it. A wand made of two woods combining power and strength with peace, clarity, and harmony.
Gods. It had been a long time since Ollivander had used anything but his standard three cores.
“Fine. But don’t blame me if something goes wrong,” he finally said, grabbing one piece of each wood and storming off into his workshop.