<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 Dec 10, 2007 9:44 AM, Karen Klutzke <<A href="mailto:kklutzke@gmail.com">kklutzke@gmail.com</A>> wrote:<BR> <BLOCKQUOTE class=gmail_quote style="PADDING-LEFT: 1ex; MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px 0.8ex; BORDER-LEFT: #ccc 1px solid"> <DIV> <DIV></DIV> <DIV class=Wj3C7c>On Dec 6, 2007 6:40 AM, Zack Kunkel <<A href="mailto:outcast.zeta@gmail.com">outcast.zeta@gmail.com</A>> wrote:<BR>><BR>><BR>><BR>><BR>> On Dec 5, 2007 8:04 AM, Karen Klutzke < <A href="mailto:kklutzke@gmail.com">kklutzke@gmail.com</A>> wrote:<BR>><BR>> ><BR>> > > > After ascertaining which arm Kadyn intended to use for wandwork,<BR>> > > > Ollivander snapped his fingers and the tape measure measured from <BR>> > > > shoulder to elbow,
then elbow to the tip of his middle finger, then<BR>> > > > shoulder to floor, then around his wrist, then the circumference of<BR>> > > > his head, and lastly, the distance between his nostrils. <BR>> > > ><BR>> > > > "Hmmm..." Ollivander murmured, turning to gaze up at the innumerable<BR>> > > > boxes. Decision made, he reached for a box near the top of one wall<BR>> > > > while standing on a rather precarious-looking stepladder. He climbed <BR>> > > > down, opened the lid, and handed the wand to Kadyn. "Twirl it around a<BR>> > > > bit," he advised. "Eight and a half inches, ebony, with a core of<BR>> > > > dragon heartstring." <BR>> > > ><BR>> > > > Kadyn pulled the wand up to eye level, and just for a second, closed<BR>> his<BR>> > > eyes and remembered the last time he used a wand. He then quickly<BR>> flicked <BR>>
> > the wand forward by the wrist, slightly fearing shat might happen.<BR>> ><BR>> > A few red sparks fizzled from the tip and dripped to the floor, fading<BR>> > before they reached the ground, and then nothing. Almost immediately, <BR>> > Ollivander snatched the wand out of Kadyn's hand and replaced it with<BR>> > a different one. "Cherry, ten and one quarter inches, dragon<BR>> > heartstring."<BR>> ><BR>> > This new wand felt...right, like wearing his favorite shirt. "Give it <BR>> > a twirl," Ollivander said.<BR>><BR>> > At first, nothing felt different. But as he raised it up the same way as<BR>> before, he could tell something was different. He no longer feared what<BR>> might happen. He flicked it forward, but gave a little bit of a twirl, and<BR>> spun it a little by his wrist as he swung it forward.<BR><BR></DIV></DIV>Sparks, the color of purplish-blue neon, flashed from the end of the
<BR>wand in a pyrotechnic display. Ollivander nodded approvingly. "The<BR>wand has chosen you, Mr Nyx."<BR></BLOCKQUOTE> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>Kadyn sighs. "Sweet, I guess..." He turns toward Amber. "Your turn, girl.</DIV> <BLOCKQUOTE class=gmail_quote style="PADDING-LEFT: 1ex; MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px 0.8ex; BORDER-LEFT: #ccc 1px solid"><SPAN id=""></SPAN><BR>Amber jumped up, ready for the wand. "Can I please see a wand, Mr. Olivander, sir?" she said, quickly.</BLOCKQUOTE></DIV></BLOCKQUOTE><p> 
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