Post by Helia Ollivander on Jul 3, 2007 20:08:59 GMT
The bell above the Three Broomsticks door chimed as an unseen force pushed it in. A large bundle of packages floated ahead of a slim cloaked figure. The odd procession made its way to a booth by a window and settled in, the packages organizing themselves on the tabletop as Helia removed her cloak and set it beside her in the chair.
For a couple of months now, there had been a sign in the Wanderful World window that had read:
Although she had not yet removed the sign, Helia was most definatly back. She had toured the world, carrying her wands with her and selling them as she went. It had been amazing, knowing that there was now a part of her in almost every place she'd visited felt amazing! True, she hadn't gotten rid of all the wands. She had about half a dozen of her grandfathers wands still [she'd sent many of them back to him slong the journey] and nearly three times that many of her own wands. Enough that her shop wouldn't look completly empty once she returned.
When the waitress came to take her order she asked for cocoa short-snout, a favorite drink she'd discovered while in Sweden, but ended up relenting and ordered a butterbeer and a peppermint stick instead.
She waved a hand over all the new materials she'd come back with... she was itching to start working with the Purpleheart wood she'd picked up in Brazil, or the Larch which a shaman in Siberia had given her.
More than anything, though, she was ready to put to work the knowledge she'd gained on her whirlwind adventure. There were so many new tools to use, and carving skills to practice, and wands to make!! But first, she had to get over this jet lag...
For a couple of months now, there had been a sign in the Wanderful World window that had read:
Closed-
Gone on business
Gone on business
Although she had not yet removed the sign, Helia was most definatly back. She had toured the world, carrying her wands with her and selling them as she went. It had been amazing, knowing that there was now a part of her in almost every place she'd visited felt amazing! True, she hadn't gotten rid of all the wands. She had about half a dozen of her grandfathers wands still [she'd sent many of them back to him slong the journey] and nearly three times that many of her own wands. Enough that her shop wouldn't look completly empty once she returned.
When the waitress came to take her order she asked for cocoa short-snout, a favorite drink she'd discovered while in Sweden, but ended up relenting and ordered a butterbeer and a peppermint stick instead.
She waved a hand over all the new materials she'd come back with... she was itching to start working with the Purpleheart wood she'd picked up in Brazil, or the Larch which a shaman in Siberia had given her.
More than anything, though, she was ready to put to work the knowledge she'd gained on her whirlwind adventure. There were so many new tools to use, and carving skills to practice, and wands to make!! But first, she had to get over this jet lag...