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Emmett had almost turned to leave again, not sure he had the patience to stand around and wait for the boy to find his words. He paused when he did speak, and took a moment himself to consider if he should answer. "Alright. Walk with me, I'm not standing around here." He muttered, turning to...

Emmett frowned at the question, and slacked his folded arms. "Why?" He asked, almost suspiciously. They both worked at Ollivanders, and while it was easy to assume some of the younger employees only sought jobs there for the higher pay rather than the content, it did seem as if the younger boy...

Emmett loved his work with wands, and he did enjoy Ollivanders - just, outside of the sorting season, typically. Every day of the holiday period, he looked forward to the end of his shift, the satisfying click of the door locking for the evening. Another day out of the way. The man folded his...

Emmett nodded, pleased that Ainsley had found a grip she liked. Measuring it to her hand wasn't something he'd had in mind with the test pieces, but the shape she'd chosen was simple enough to alter to fit her size. "That won't be a problem." He said, watching as she tested the length of the...

Emmett had his own image of what the stave would look like in his head, and after looking over the drawings Ainsley handed him, he realised they didn't entirely fit what he'd envisioned. But it wasn't his staff, and while he wouldn't claim to know his colleague that well even now, he supposed it...

Emmett never had any intention of spending more time with any of his colleagues than was absolutely necessary during work hours, yet Ainsley had proven to be more than just another fleeting assistant getting in his way and grating on his nerves. A legitimate passion for wandlore was refreshing...

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[color=black]The sound of the door to The Silver Snake opening, announcing the appearance of two customers, was enough to draw Emmett's attention away from his process of wandcarving at a cluttered desk behind the front counter, his eyes shifting toward the entrance, where he was greeted by one...

Emmett blinked back hot tears that were slowly forming from the pain in his head, distorting his vision of the alley and his attacker. A sticky wet patch of blood coated his hand, pressed heavily against the side of his head from where a jagged piece of stone had sliced him, but from the feel of...

The returning attacks came hard and fast, giving Emmett barely enough time to protect himself. He casted shield after shield, each transparent barrier rippling into life, only to be immediately shattered into pieces. His heart pounded in his chest. He wasn't a duelist. Studying wandlore and the...

Emmett's eyes widened and he took a step back, watching as Creed attacked him with a spell and only just barely managing to withdraw his own wand and conjure up a shield, deflecting the curse away from himself, where it cut a deep gauge in the alley wall. This wasn't how it was supposed to...

Emmett had barely made it to the end of the alleyway before the goods dealer spoke, making his blood run cold. Close. So close. Of course it couldn't be this easy. He was going to kill Fenris if and when he got back home. "I don't know what you mean." The younger wizard responded, trying his...

With an inward sigh of relief, Emmett let his shoulders relax, exhaling quietly through his nose. The idiot of a peddler appeared more than satisfied with the authenticity of the galleons he'd handed over. He could hardly believe how easy it had been to do. The wizard could only imagine what...

Emmett couldn't help but stare in awe at the white orb the man held out, almost finding it difficult to believe something was growing inside of it. "Acromantula Egg." He corrected, unable to stop himself. The creature wasn't just any spider, it was an impressive and dangerous beast capable of...

The Lancaster boy almost jumped as a voice broke the eerie silence that clung to the air. His hands shifted uncomfortably in his pockets, fingertips half curled around his wand as a safety precaution, comforted by its familiarity in the less familiar environment. This was it. "Mr. Creed?" He...