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<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>
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<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>
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<div>Kadyn sighs. "Sweet, I guess..." He turns toward Amber. "Your turn, girl.</div>
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