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<div><span class="gmail_quote">On 11/26/07, <b class="gmail_sendername">Brenda McCartney</b> <<a href="mailto:brenda.mccartney@gmail.com">brenda.mccartney@gmail.com</a>> wrote:</span>
<blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="PADDING-LEFT: 1ex; MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px 0.8ex; BORDER-LEFT: #ccc 1px solid">> > On 11/21/07, Karen Klutzke <<a href="mailto:kklutzke@gmail.com">kklutzke@gmail.com</a>> wrote:
<br>> > > > Ryan was standing across the alley in front of a shop with a subdued<br>> > > > sign, "Ollivanders". He smiled at the children as they approached.<br>> > > > "And here's the moment, eh? First wand's always important," he assured
<br>> > > > them both.<br>> > > ><br>> > > > Amber's eyes widened, a smile grew across her face and a sceam of joy<br>> > > > wanting to burst from her smile.<br>> > > > "W-w-wands?"
<br><br>Amber's grandfather chuckled and urged her to follow.<br>> > ><br>> > > The little shop in front of them looked shabby and rundown. In the<br>> > > window display was a single wand resting on a faded purple cushion. A
<br>> > > sign below "Ollivanders" read, "Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C."<br>> ><br>> ><br>> > Kadyn yawned. "lets get this over with...." He walked up and opened the
<br>> > door. "And don't act so surprised Amber. You had to know about wands, I mean<br>> > SOMEONE in your family is a wizard, right?"<br>> ><br>> ><br>> > Amber tilted her head, "Well, Grandpa said that me dad was one but I haven't
<br>> > seen him since I was five... and I don't remember him ever doing magic..."<br>> > then a question poped up in Amber's head, "Was my mom a wizard?..." she<br>> > mumbled to her self.
<br><br>"IS a wizard... er, witch," Phil corrected, with an apologetic glance<br>at Kadyn's parents. "They're in foreign service, don't you know.<br>Haven't been home much since... well, you know..." His explanation
<br>trailed away as he took the opportunity to escape into the shop with<br>the kids.<br>><br>> A bell tinkled faintly as Kadyn opened the door and stepped inside.<br>> There was but a single room, small, with a spindly chair in the
<br>> corner. Dust collected up against the floorboards, turning the floor<br>> there greyish, and in some areas didn't look like it had been<br>> disturbed for years. Small boxes lined the walls, stacked on one
<br>> another and crammed in tight, thousands of them. The place smelled<br>> musty, as if fresh air rarely found its way in.<br>><br>> "May I help you?" a voice asked softly, belonging to a small old man
<br>> with eyes that appeared larger than normal behind the silver<br>> spectacles perched on his long and narrow nose. Kadyn and Amber were<br>> sure he wasn't there when they walked in.</blockquote>
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<div>"yeah..." Kadyn glanced around the shop. He had expected, more from</div>
<div>what was supposed to be the best wand shop in England. Even the short lived </div>
<div>wand shop in Hogsmeade had been better kept than this. "We're here to buy our</div>
<div>first wands..."</div><br>
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