(Hogsmeade) Re: Goodbye, Old Friend

[Helia Ollivander]

An overwhelming feeling of sadness enveloped Helia as she heard the chime of the bell over her door. 'Oh dear, not now. Not after such a lovely trip...' she thought with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had just started unpacking from her whirlwind trip, and she didn't want to have to deal with another third year's broken wand after ennunciating Incedio improperly. She sighed deeply, and gave herself a moment to put her family portrait up on the bureu next to her bed before walking through the velvet curtain and out into her shop. To her surprise it was no third year, but an obviously older student, pacing the floor of her shop.
'And no mere spell could have done that to a wand,' she thought with surprise, gawking at the clealy snapped magical instrument in front of her.

"Charms, hm?" she asked the girl, letting a bemused expression wind its way onto her features. "Professor Hubbles wouldn't still be tearing tangents in that classroom, would he?" she asked as she carefully picked up the broken wand pieces.
She her head, "Tsk, tsk, tsk... beautiful wand... rowan, no? Hm... many spells gave passed through her... Let me guess, family heirloom? Passed from mother to daughter through the ages?" she closed her eyes and squeezed tightly, "Ahh, a Welsh Green's heartstring became her core..."
She released her tight grip and set the wand pieces back down on the counter, opening her eyes and smiling at the girl who she'd almost forgotten was still in her shop, "Truly beautiful. It's a shame it broke... but, that's life. All good things must come to an end, and I think the fact that it ended with you must mean you're truly an amazing witch," she said with a nod. "Now then, enough with the past, on with the present. Tell me a bit about yourself and we'll see what can be done to get you a worthy instrument, hm?"

[Helia Ollivander]

She giggled at the coincidence of their families ties to each other, "Quite wonderful!" True, many people had wands that were made by her ancestors, but it was still amusing to her when someone else actually knew the lineage of it. It meant wand were very imprtant to that family, which was definatly a good sign to Helia about whomever it was gracing her shop.

She watched the girl looking, distantly attatched, to the wand in front of her. "It can't be fixed for anyone to be able to use it again, but if you'd like me to mend it for display purposes... or family reasons, I can make it look as if nothing'd ever happened to it? You could tell your family that new wands were required for recently instated Ministry-approved tests or something."
She laughed at the thought of Girty's brother coming unhinged; He was definatly a Hufflepuff through-and-through, like his sister. She had to bite her tongue to keep from correcting the girl that it was actually Professor Starsmore who had stolen the printing press though... The fewer people who knew exactly how much she knew about that situation the better. IT wasn't exactly a secret or anything, but it didn't need to be announced that she was now in possesion of the school's machine.

She looked thoughtful for a moment, closing her eyes and listening to the superlative hum of the wands still in her shop. She breathed in deeply, then raised a single eyelid towards a row of nearly-empty shelves on her right. She walked over to it and picked up a cobalt blue, velvet wand box. She opened the lid and smiled, "Hm, yes. This makes sense," she pulled out the delicate wand. It gave off a cheery, lemony-golden glow. "Beech wood and Joberknoll feather, Seven and Seven-eigths inches long. Flexible and well-rounded, but with a distinct speciality in mental-magic," she said, placing the wand in the girls hand with a smile. "Give it a try."