Post by Helia Ollivander on Jul 10, 2008 15:44:24 GMT
'Mmm, chaise...' the thought floats merrily in her head. She had been surprised that her store had been so generous after such a long time, but perhaps even old store ghosts can learn new tricks.
As she leans back on the plush lounge chair, Helia pulls a slender black rod out of her robe pocket. Although it is about the size and shape of a wand, as would be predictory, there is something distinctly questionable with that assumption. Long, slender, about as thick as a small finger and built of ebony wood with ivory trim... but this 'wand' is hollow.
From another pocket, a small black box appears, followed by a silver lighter.
It's a dirty habit, of this Helia is well aware. Fortunately, she has found one of the less destructive substances.
From the little black box, Helia extracts a small, crystalline cigarette. Sliding it into its holder with a graceful, practiced hand, she grins. It was a habit she picked up during her last trip home to the reserve. It was the one thing she and her sister-in-law were able to do without completely getting on each others nerves.
She flicked open the silver case and set the tip of her guilty pleasure alight.
A deep breath...
A slow exhale...
The tendrils of smoke changed colors as they left her lips, beginning in a shade of dark purple, and slowly brightening to a soft pink hue. The same lips curled smuggly. Again, she accepted the hot vapors and exhaled them, building a small series of blue smoke rings which hung drowsily in the air. For her next project, Helia had to tighten her lips, almost like she was about to whistle, and with a slight hissing sound... a grey smoke arrow dove through every smoke ring but the last one. Helia sighs, the last bit of smoke turning green and then yellow as it dissipates, "I'll have to keep working on that. I've got to win back sixty-five galleons with that on my next trip..."
She continued to build targets and shoot them down, enjoying the colorful smoke display quite thoroughly, when she heard the bell above the door jingle. Normally she would've leapt up to assist a customer, but since travelling the world Helia had mellowed out a bit... well, quite a bit more than a bit, which could be creditted to her newfound hobby.
She giggled, inhaled, and then carefully, ever so little at a time, built the word "V-E-L-C-O-N-E" out of the now red smoke stream. She grimaced; making letters was still difficult, especially consonants. None the less, she hoped that whoever had entered her store would appreciate the work she'd gone to to build them such a lovely and intricate welcome sign out of thick air.
As she leans back on the plush lounge chair, Helia pulls a slender black rod out of her robe pocket. Although it is about the size and shape of a wand, as would be predictory, there is something distinctly questionable with that assumption. Long, slender, about as thick as a small finger and built of ebony wood with ivory trim... but this 'wand' is hollow.
From another pocket, a small black box appears, followed by a silver lighter.
It's a dirty habit, of this Helia is well aware. Fortunately, she has found one of the less destructive substances.
From the little black box, Helia extracts a small, crystalline cigarette. Sliding it into its holder with a graceful, practiced hand, she grins. It was a habit she picked up during her last trip home to the reserve. It was the one thing she and her sister-in-law were able to do without completely getting on each others nerves.
She flicked open the silver case and set the tip of her guilty pleasure alight.
A deep breath...
A slow exhale...
The tendrils of smoke changed colors as they left her lips, beginning in a shade of dark purple, and slowly brightening to a soft pink hue. The same lips curled smuggly. Again, she accepted the hot vapors and exhaled them, building a small series of blue smoke rings which hung drowsily in the air. For her next project, Helia had to tighten her lips, almost like she was about to whistle, and with a slight hissing sound... a grey smoke arrow dove through every smoke ring but the last one. Helia sighs, the last bit of smoke turning green and then yellow as it dissipates, "I'll have to keep working on that. I've got to win back sixty-five galleons with that on my next trip..."
She continued to build targets and shoot them down, enjoying the colorful smoke display quite thoroughly, when she heard the bell above the door jingle. Normally she would've leapt up to assist a customer, but since travelling the world Helia had mellowed out a bit... well, quite a bit more than a bit, which could be creditted to her newfound hobby.
She giggled, inhaled, and then carefully, ever so little at a time, built the word "V-E-L-C-O-N-E" out of the now red smoke stream. She grimaced; making letters was still difficult, especially consonants. None the less, she hoped that whoever had entered her store would appreciate the work she'd gone to to build them such a lovely and intricate welcome sign out of thick air.