the wand chooses the wizard

"there is no charm equal to TENDERNESS of heart" ♤♤♤ FABIA OLLIVANDER - 18 - LONDON

[lilyjamess]

[fabia-o]

notlittlelucyweasley:

Taking the plate from Fabia’s hands, Lucy moved to sit back down on the bed. It was sweet of Fabia to bring her up food and the gesture made Lucy’s heart ache a bit. “Thank you.” Setting the plate on her lap, she started to pick at the food. “It’s nice to see you. Feels like it’s been ages since the last time. How are things going at the wand shop?”

Fabia smiled, glad to see Lucy. She had wanted to visit sooner, but it had been her thought that had she gone through such a trauma, she would have preferred to be alone with her family, or perhaps one or two friends. “Oh, it’s good. A little quieter, now, without the back to school rush and all that. But people always need wands, so I suppose we’ll be fine.” she said, shrugging. “Do you have a job?”

[fabia-o]

notlittlelucyweasley:

Lucy looked over towards the door as the knock echoed through the silent room. She’d hidden herself away in her room as soon as the Ollivander’s had arrived for dinner. While she’d always liked the other family, she hadn’t been up for sitting through an entire meal while trying to dodge questions and her father’s gaze. As soon as Lucy heard Fabia’s voice, she crossed the room and pulled the door open. Fabia was too nice to ignore. “Our families have been friends since before I was born Fabia. I know your name, I promise.” Nudging the door open more, she made a small gesture. “Do you want to come in?”

Fabia laughed at herself, blushing a little. “Right, of course. I thought---I don’t know what I thought.” she said, shaking her head. At her request Fabia nodded and stepped into the room, smiling at Lucy once she entered and holding out the plate she had been given. “I figured that perhaps you weren’t hungry but...well your dad said you might be. It’s very good.”

[fabia-o]

Fabia had been somewhat surprised not to find Lucy at the dinner table when she and her family had arrived; her mother had assured her that the other Hufflepuff was at home. Still she didn’t say anything about it---- or much of anything at all, as she politely ate her meal and smiled at the appropriate moments, occasionally answering a question posed to her by somebody else at the table. Lucy had been through so much that it was hardly fair, she supposed, to expect her to be very social.

She’d immediately agreed to Mr.Weasley’s request to take a plate up to Lucy. “It’s her favorite.” he had said, just a tinge of sadness in his voice. Fabia suspected that the grown-ups wanted to talk privately. She knocked on the door quietly, her voice slightly hesitant. “Lucy? It’s, um, it’s Fabia. Ollivander.” she said, unsure if the girl even knew that her parents had company. “I brought you dinner.”

@notlittlelucyweasley

[lipat]

[fabia-o]

avalonlexington:

Once her arm was relinquished, Avalon stood taller, though she did not take a single step forward or back. Though she had set her mind on a drink, she was willing to listen to Fabia. At least a bit longer. “Does she have anything besides rosé? It’s not ideal but I’ll settle for something white.” So long as she wasn’t forced to drink red or something as atrocious as whiskey or beer. She had better taste than that. “We’ll be careful, Fab. She won’t even know it was gone.”

Fabia sighed, scratching her head. “I have no idea what’s in the cabinet, honestly. I’ve never looked.” Though many her brothers, especially Fergus and Felix, had been known to steal sips from a young age, Fabia had always been good. Her parents weren’t big drinkers, but they were well stocked in wine and other beverages, many of the bottles gifts from happy customers.

[fabia-o]

fergusollivander:

Fergus shook his head slightly not understanding why all those ‘what ifs’ would hold her back. “I like to live life by the old ‘regret the things you did do, not the things you didn’t do.” Don’t want you to have any regrets,” he said genuinely a kind smile on his lips. The way he saw it if you spent your life worrying you weren’t really living it. “You sound like Finley, he thinks two friends is enough also.” What was he to do with his siblings?

Fabia smiled, reaching out to ruffle her brother’s hair affectionately. “I like that idea. I wish it weren’t easier said than done.” At the end of the day Fabia did like people, but her shyness overcame her most of the time. She would have loved to be different. “I just try to be satisfied with what I have. At least I don’t flirt with every pretty girl who walks into this shop.”

[flawlessbeautyqueens]

[fabia-o]

flawlessbeautyqueens:

I haven’t lived with a girl for a while, which sucks because I used to borrow clothes all the time when I lived with girls in drama school. I think I still have plenty of clothes from my first flatmate! I used to wear my mum’s clothes a lot. She had this really cool old denim jacket that she had in the ’80s and then I left it on a plane—I’ve still not forgiven myself. It was baggy, in a faded denim, and I’d wear it with the sleeves pushed up.

[ninadobrevdaily]

[fabia-o]

frankxlcngbcttcm:

He almost believed she would follow through if she felt strongly enough and, more than that, he completely believed Fabia could convince them. She was too earnest to be ignored. Smiling as she explained herself, he noted the tea and baggy in her hands. “You didn’t have to do that,” he noted, her kindness overwhelming him as it always did, “but thank you.” He accepted the tea, taking a sip; it was warm enough and just how he liked it. These facts didn’t surprise Frank in the least. “You’re a saint, Fabia Ollivander.” 

Fabia waved away his thank you---it only seemed right to help out her friend. “It was no trouble. And besides, you might still be growing. Nourishment is essential.” she said, only half-joking. After all, her brother Falkner had grown a good two inches following graduation. She made her way to the edge of his desk and perched on it, smiling at him. “What’s got you here so late?”

[fabia-o]

frankxlcngbcttcm:

When inspiration struck, time usually became an after thought to Frank. The walls of his tiny cubical became a veil to another world, making him forget responsibility, life, and anything that wasn’t the words flowing from his quill. That was usually what kept Frank at the Prophet past normal functioning hours. So lost in his work, he didn’t even register anyone else leaving for the day. In fact, nothing broke him from his stupor until he heard a familiar, singing voice. Sitting up, his eyes passed over the clock on the way to Fabia. Spinning in his chair to face her, he managed a smile despite the nickname. It didn’t sound too terrible in her melodic voice. “Tell that to my editors,” he joked as he stood to greet her. “What are you doing here?” 

“Where are they? I’ll tell them. I’ll tell them right now. I can be very convincing.” she joked back with a giggle, shaking her head. She felt certain that Frank would get promoted soon, once he had a little more experience. “I just had a feeling that you might be needing some very milky tea with no sugar and a delicious roast beef sandwich courtesy of my mum, who says hello.” she explained, placing the refreshments in front of him. “Sorry if I’m interrupting.”

[fabia-o]

Fabia quickly skipped over to where she knew Frank’s desk was, surprised that the guard at the door had accepted her explanation so willingly---then again, she supposed she didn’t really look like much of a threat. Her mum hadn’t been too pleased that she wanted to go out so late, but had relented when Felix agreed to walk her over and she promised she’d ask Frank to bring her back. Seeing him hunched over his work, she immediately skipped over to him. “Who’s the best writer in the worrrrlllld?” she sang out in her high, melodic voice, holding up the thermos and the little paper bag she was carrying “It’s Frankie!”

@frankxlcngbcttcm

[fabia-o]

avalonlexington:

Avalon was drawn back as Fabia’s hand grasped her arm, preventing her from continuing to move towards the door. “Just because it’s not allowed doesn’t mean me can’t,” she countered, shaking her head. “Besides, I can replace it tomorrow with a better bottle.” Worst case, they blamed Fergus.

Fabia dropped her arm---she knew that look on Avalon’s face too well. It was a look that said that she’d already decided what she wanted, and that she was going to get it. Fabia already felt doomed. “Avalon...” she scolded gently, shaking her head. “We can’t just...pop open a bottle of my mum’s rosé because we feel like it. She’ll be cross if she finds out, and she’s stressed as it is.” Perhaps it wasn’t a terrible argument, but she had a feeling mentioning that there was pink wine on the premises wouldn’t help her case.

[fabia-o]

avalonlexington:

“That pink dress is it’s own occasion, Fabia–– I’ve already told you.” Avalon shook her head as she giggled lightly. The dress had become a small battle between them; the larger battle continued to be her against her friend’s oversized, comfort-based wardrobe. It tortured her. “Good.” Avalon squeezed Fabia’s hand. “Because I was not going to take no for an answer.” It was not a word that she heard often. Not from her parents nor her lovers. No was a power that she yielded. “I think this deserves a toast. Do your parents have wine?” Avalon asked, scooting back from Fabia to rise from the bed.

Fabia had been resisting for so long, but now she was wondering if Avalon wouldn’t make a proper woman of her yet. When she got up Fabia didn’t register what she was saying. “Well, yes, my mum likes---” She hopped out of bed with a gasp, pulling on her friend’s arm. “Avalon! No. We can’t. It’s...it’s not allowed.”

[fabia-o]

fergusollivander:

“What’s so stressful about it? If they care about you they might poke fun at you if you say something silly but they’ll stick around. And if not, then who cares about them, they aren’t worth it,” he assured her, curious what about it stressed her out. He often made a fool of himself but he didn’t let it bother him. “Take Pluto with you, he loves walks and is good protection,” he offered chuckling as she shoved him away. “Do I look like a typical Ravenclaw to you, Fabs? I do enjoy books, but I’d rather be out doing things than have my nose in one.”

She sighed and shrugged---all the explanations of her behavior sounded silly and childish to her ears. “Well it’s just---there are lots of ways to mess up. If you trip or say something that accidentally offends somebody. First impressions are important.” she elaborated with an attempt at a smile. “But I already have you all. And a couple friends. I suppose I really don’t need anything else.”

[fabia-o]

fergusollivander:

Fergus let his head drift onto his hand, his eyes closing before a snoring sound coming from him before he pretended to be roused from his sleep when she finished. “I’m sorry, did you say fun? None of those things sound like much fun, sis. You could start by getting a more exciting pet. Or you can play with Sonic and Pluto if you like,” he offered. “I don’t mind the baking though, since you know I love to eat,” he chuckled. “Come on, you gotta get out and have some more fun,” he lightly elbowed her again. “I thought you wanted to go out though? And if you want to make your world bigger without ever leaving your room, isn’t that what books are for? Less horrible at the very least depending on the book.”

“I don’t like going out. Talking to people is so stressful----but staying in the shop all day gets dull. It’s a conundrum.” she whined, only half-joking. She had never made friends as easily as Fergus did---she didn’t think she’d really made a new friend since second-year of Hogwarts. “But I do like my long walks, I suppose.” she said as she shoved his elbow away, rolling her eyes playfully. “Books are good for that, yes. But it’s difficult to find ones that are easy to read and interesting. It’s usually one or the other for me----but I suppose you Ravenclaws don’t understand that.” she joked.

[fabia-o]

avalonlexington:

Avalon squeezed her friend’s hand tighter as she listened to her words teeter back off towards insecurities and excuses. “Fabia, listen to me.” She scooted herself closer towards her on the bed, her blue eyes pleading into her brown. “They’ll be muggle boys and you won’t even have to see them after if you don’t want to. And it’s not like I wouldn’t let you borrow from my wardrobe. I have a particular dress in mind,” Avalon smiled, picturing a perfectly pretty pink dress that would compliment Fabia beautifully. She was always eager to play dress-up, especially when the other girl continued to wear what she did.

Fabia forced herself to lock eyes with Avalon, smiling a little. She made a good case---while Fabia still wasn’t convinced it wouldn’t be a complete disaster, she figured she would probably go. Just to say she once did something. “You just want an excuse to get me in that pink dress, don’t you?” she teased. Fabia’s wardrobe of comfortable jeans, baggy jumpers---- many of which were her brother’s hand-me-downs---- and the occasional shapeless sundress weren’t exactly in Avalon’s wheelhouse. Seeing her friend in anything that showed her figure would probable delight Avalon just as much as the date. “I suppose if it’s not too much trouble...I guess you can arrange it. Or whatever you have to do.”