<BR><BR><B><I>Zack Kunkel <outcast.zeta@gmail.com></I></B> wrote: <BLOCKQUOTE class=replbq style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #1010ff 2px solid"><BR><BR> <DIV class=gmail_quote>On Nov 29, 2007 10:54 AM, Tashayar McCarthy <<A href="mailto:wow_its_tashayar@yahoo.com">wow_its_tashayar@yahoo.com</A>> wrote:<BR> <BLOCKQUOTE class=gmail_quote style="PADDING-LEFT: 1ex; MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px 0.8ex; BORDER-LEFT: #ccc 1px solid"> <DIV class=Ih2E3d><EM></EM><BR><BR><B><I>Karen Klutzke <<A href="mailto:kklutzke@gmail.com" target=_blank>kklutzke@gmail.com</A>></I></B> wrote: </DIV> <BLOCKQUOTE style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #1010ff 2px solid"> <DIV>On Nov 28, 2007 6:38 PM, Kris Kunkel wrote: <DIV> <DIV></DIV> <DIV class=Wj3C7c><BR>><BR>> On 11/28/07, Karen Klutzke wrote:<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. <BR>> > ><BR>> > > "yeah..." Kadyn glanced around the shop. He had expected, more
from<BR>> > > what was supposed to be the best wand shop in England. Even the short lived<BR>> > > wand shop in Hogsmeade had been better kept than this. "We're here to buy <BR>> > > our<BR>> > > first wands..."<BR>> ><BR>> > The man smiled. "Ah yes. First wands. Very important, what wand<BR>> > chooses you." His luminous eyes strayed from Kadyn and Amber to Ryan <BR>> > standing behind them. "Nyx...I remember. Ebony wand, 9 1/2 inches,<BR>> > demiguise hair core. Good for tranfigurations, that one." He paused.<BR>> > "Ryan, isn't it?"<BR>><BR>> Ryan returned the smile. "Yes, Mr. Ollivander. This is my son Kadyn,"<BR>> he said setting a hand on the boy's shoulder.<BR><BR>"Kadyn. Please to meet you," Ollivander said mildly. "And the young <BR>lady...is she here to buy her first wand as well?" The old man's gaze<BR>rested on Amber.<BR></DIV></DIV></DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>Amber looked
around the shop, her mouth gaped. <EM>There are so many wands here</EM>, Amber thought. After a second, she realised the strange old man was talking to her, she klicked her heals together and said is if in the army, "I'm Amber McFuller, and this is my <EM>first</EM> want!" Then she slouched alittle, "And can I ask what you do with a wand anyway?"</DIV></BLOCKQUOTE></BLOCKQUOTE> <DIV>Kadyn covered his eyes and shook his head. He mumbled under his breath. "Why not just where a sign saying 'clueless' around your neck? I'm surprised she realized those were wand boxes..." Kadyn chuckled a little. "A wand is one of the most important tools for most wizards, Amber. There are other ways to use magic, but the wand is favored by most wizards." </DIV> <BLOCKQUOTE class=gmail_quote style="PADDING-LEFT: 1ex; MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px 0.8ex; BORDER-LEFT: #ccc 1px solid"> <BLOCKQUOTE style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #1010ff 2px solid"> <DIV> <DIV
class=Ih2E3d> </DIV> <DIV class=Ih2E3d> </DIV> <DIV class=Ih2E3d>Amber blushed and began to twiddle with her thumbs.</DIV></DIV></BLOCKQUOTE></BLOCKQUOTE></DIV></BLOCKQUOTE><p> 
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