Gerard Ollivander

Hogwarts (1962-1969)

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Seeing You |1966| Andy/Gerard

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call-me-andy:

“Thank you,” she smiled looking up at him, was he blushing? not it must be her imagination. “What do you usually do at Diagon Alley? It must get old being around the stores.”

“Yes, passed from generations of Blacks, so is easy to lose track.” she admitted, she spend a lot of time in the library, it was big, had a lot of things, and the tutors liked the environment. “I would have to ask father, he is very picky about people coming over.”

“Well… When I’m not working in the shop or reading, I like to take long walks around London… I’m uh… It’s kind of embarrassing, but I’m kind of a theatre nut. If I have enough muggle money, I like to go see some West End shows.” He admitted, smiling slightly to himself.

Gerard smiled and gave a small nod of understanding. “That’s totally fine but it does sound fascinating!” He reiterated.

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Seeing You |1966| Andy/Gerard

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call-me-andy:

“It’s no problem, you are a nice person.” she admitted finishing copying the line she needed for the page. 

“Maybe Hagrid?” she chuckled as well shrugging her shoulder, “There are a lot of potions that work with different things, my father has a great library at home it doesn’t last as long as the Inferi Curse but it’s somewhere around there.” she explained looking at him, “But he has so many potions on healing and fixing things as well that is hard to keep track.”

Gerard felt his face flush with a red colour and he coughed awkwardly shuffling in his seat. It wasn’t all too often girls complimented him. “Thanks, erm, you too.” He said with a shy kind of smile.

Gerard laughed, he didn’t know all too much about the Grounds Keeper but he seemed a nice guy. Or, at least he didn’t tell anyone whenever he caught he and Scott out past curfew. “True. A library? Fascinating. Our house is small, not big enough for a library, but I sure would love to browse sometime, if that were at all possible?” He asked cautiously. Gerard loved books.

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Seeing You |1966| Andy/Gerard

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call-me-andy:

Andromeda shrugged, “My parents were willing for a boy so there are three of us.” she admitted passing the page looking for another key phrase to her paper. “I come from a big family so I doubt that I would understand but I’m sure you’d be a great person to spend your days at Diagon Alley.

“I don’t like Flobberworms, so I find that quite useful.” she teased before shrugging, “I think those are about technique more than what they do. But people are dumb enough to bring people back from the death.”

He smiled and gave a small nod. “Well, thank you. I appreciate that.” He said softly as he turned the page, his mind racing as to why they decided to stop at three children, if they were hoping for a boy.

“Does anybody?” He chuckled. “I’ve never heard of a potion that can revive the dead. As much as I love my grandparents, I wouldn’t want to see them return from the grave. It’s a frightening concept, wouldn’t you agree?”

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Seeing You |1966| Andy/Gerard

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call-me-andy:

It took her a moment to get the joke but soon she was laughing quietly and  shaking her head “At least is just changing them, I would take a dirty nappy over raising one any time. I’m just a kid I can’t be raising children.” she added playfully shrugging one shoulder, “I don’t know, you don’t see that many when I come from.”

“Maybe in Hufflepuff?” she joked smiling at him, “You are looking at it all wrong then. I like to make them to help the people I care about. So even if it’s not something I can eat immediately I know it’ll help someone. Learning the ones that kill you makes it easier to recognize them.”

Gerard smiled and gave a small nod. “You and me both. My parents aren’t into many children. Plus, there aren’t that many kids in Diagon Alley to play with. But, that’s okay. I had my books and wand lessons to keep me company.”

He turned his head and playfully frowned. “Ha. Ha. I can make basic cures but why in the high hells do I need to know how to make a Draught of Living Death, or something that will keep Flobberworms out of cabbages?”

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Superstition | 1963 | Scott&Gerard

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scampish-scotty-scamander:

Scott tutted and rolled his eyes. “You have no faith in my skills Gerbear. I am a Scamander remember” he muttered softly before grinning at him and waggling his eyebrows. It was rare that Scott was ever serious.

Realising Gerard wasn’t looking he batted his arm a few times. “Ger. Gee. Gerdo. Look” he murmured as he couldn’t decipher what the skull was.

“I think- I think it’s a phoenix skull” he muttered before gasping. “Can’t have been the old codgers cause he’s not dead yet” he murmured. “Well… not far off”

Gerard gave Scott a wicked case of the side eye and frowned. “Gerbear? Bitch, I ain’t your bear. Shut your mouth.” He said with a small smirk to show he wasn’t serious. He was rarely serious with Scott. “Yeah, a Scamander and half whatever your mum is. They could like the taste of half auror’s more.”

He heard him calling him and he groaned looking at him. “What? I’m doing both our work!” He glanced at the skull again and shrugged. “I didn’t think they had skulls. Thought they burst into flames when they died.” He said making a few more notes and closing the note book.

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Potions: September, 1966 (Rodolophus&Gerard)

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thefinestlestrange:

Rodolphus rolled his eyes, honestly, he was worse than an hysteric hormonal girl. “Just because I was paired up with you to brew this potion, it doesn’t mean I’m going to let you ruin it” he deadpanned. “I’ve done this before and I know how to perfect it, I am not going to sacrifice my grades because of your incompetence” he said simply. 

And then he just had to poke him. His quidditch reflexes had always been quick and sharp. There was a reason why he was the Captain of the team. He gripped the boy’s finger tightly. “Do not touch me again” he warned him before letting go of his finger.

It was a split-second response but in that moment from Rod grabbing his finger, Gerard had pulled out his wand and used a knock back curse on the boy. He then grabbed him by the scruff of the collar and pulled him towards him. “You ever touch me again and you’ll be in St. Mungo’s for a week, you got that Lestrange?” He hissed, feeling a class mate pulling him back off Rodolphus.

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Just... Get Dressed | 1981 | OPEN

“Just…get dressed.” 

Gerard sighed as he looked down at the person screaming the lyrics to Don’t You Want Me Baby at full volume at THREE IN THE MORNING! They seemed to be half dressed and Gerard could only take bare skin as far as a V neck shirt. “Come on, I got some clothes you can wear. I’ll make some tea too, sober you up, huh?”

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Potions: September, 1966 (Rodolophus&Gerard)

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thefinestlestrange:

How easy it was to get under people’s skin, particularly dumb Hufflepuffs… he briefly recalled the time he managed to get Scott Scarmander in detention. “I don’t act like I know everything” he said though it was true, he did act as if he knew everything. “But I do know about this potion… I’ve brewed it before, but sure, go ahead and follow the book, I’m sure that once you manage to extract the juice from the beans without taking out an eye of someone, it will turn out almost decent…”

Gerard thought of himself as a peaceful individual, that he had quite a high tolerance for people. But he had managed to spark a temper inside of him. “Really? Well, thank you. Thank you for your comments. I’m sure they’ll be helpful when you mark my… Oh, wait a minute. You’re not a Professor, are you? You know, I’ve made wands before. Yeah, real wands. Doesn’t mean I’m qualified to handle certain properties and certainly does not mean I’m qualified to teach you how to make them. So, why don’t you keep your opinions to yourself.” He said poking him with his index finger.

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Potions: September, 1966 (Rodolophus&Gerard)

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thefinestlestrange:

Rodolphus rolled his eyes at his childish reaction. “Oh really?” He asked as he kept his eyes on the cauldron. “And how exactly you plan to do that since you can’t even get the juice out of a bean without help?” He wondered as he added an elixir to his potion and stirred it. However, when he called him a prick, he looked up. 

“Because I don’t want to do this with you that makes me a prick?” He questioned, quirking his eyebrow. “You were doing things wrong so I told you how to do it right but I am the prick? It seems that you are a bit sensitive when it comes to constructive criticism, Ollivander” he drawled before looking back to his potion and continued stirring it.

Gerard shook his head, muttering profanities under his breath. What a colossal arse hole. “No, I’m following the book and you’re acting like you know everything. Which, is absurd. Maybe if you had written this book, maybe I’d listen to a word of what you’re saying right now. But, oh well.”

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Seeing You |1966| Andy/Gerard

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call-me-andy:

Andromeda looked at his hand not sure why people kept being nice with her when all the fame her family had was exactly the opposite. She had seen first years move away from her just because of her name, it was too crazy to imagine that would stop soon. “That’s a nice idea, but I don’t think just the two of us would be able to change that.” society was horrible and even if she did try to be better she felt she didn’t change a thing.

“We are, but I have a feeling that I’m even older around you lot.” she sighed dramatically, “Potions are easy, they are like cooking, have you tried Aritmancy? that is less fun.” she teased.

Gerard smiled and decided to try and make her laugh. “Whoa, slow down there Andromeda. I’ve just met you now you’re talking about the two of us changing children.” He teased with a small nudge. “Who says it’s just us that feel this way?”

He smirked and shook his head. “I’m a little offended, I like to think I’m the mature one and Potions are not easy.” He stated. “Cooking is fun, I get to eat whatever I make when I cook. Some potions can kill me. Definitely not fun.”

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Superstition | 1963 | Scott&Gerard

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scampish-scotty-scamander:

Scott grinned at his friend and rolled his eyes. “What really”? he asked before pouting when he finished his sentence. “Man, I know how to tame dragons. I’ll be fine. You’ll be frozen in pure wonder and awe” he smirked.

The boy laughed when Gerard ‘attacked’ him. Except the fun stopped when he heard the progessor clear his throat. The youngest Scamander dropped his gaze before he noticed something which caught his attention. “Shit man, would you look at that” he uttered spying an unidentified skull on a bookshelf.

Gerard smirked and shook his head. “Please, you’ll be dragon food before you even try and talk to the thing. Dragons are scary beasts, man. I don’t believe they can be tamed, or at least tamed enough to go and pet.” He said with a small nod.

He spotted the skull and shrugged finishing up his predictions. “What’s what your face looks like in a morning, Scamander.” He chuckled as he flicked through the Divination book. There had to be something in here about wood spirits…

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At THIS Time?! | 1967 | Ted&Gerard

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totally-ted:

Ted didn’t press, shrugging. If Gerard was happy, Ted was happy. “I suppose so,” he chuckled. He raised an eyebrow as he chewed slowly. “Wow. How do they get it?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“You’re asking the wrong bloke, Gerard,” Ted said with a blush. “I crumble around girls. Even Andy.” Saying her name, dropping it so casually, felt wonderful. No more double checking his words for mistakes. No more hiding, at least in front of his roommates.

Gerard smiled, happy to talk about wands. It was after all his speciality. “Well, in some cases it’s passed down in family. Some Veela choose to mate with humans and produce off springs that are half Veela or in some cases, one quarter Veela. But, mostly it’s a grandmother Veela hair or sometimes mother’s hair.” He said smiling innocently. 

He shrugged at this and bit his lip. “Maybe it’s just easier to date guys. You know where you stand with a guy. I mean, we know what we want, we think the same and we know what’s underneath the clothes, you know?”

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Potions: September, 1966 (Rodolophus&Gerard)

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thefinestlestrange:

“Will you?” He asked, hoping that it would be the case. Rodolphus was a lone wolf, he liked to work on his own. He also happened to believe that if he wanted something to be done right, then he had to do it himself. He couldn’t rely on others. “That would be very useful, yes” he nodded.

“Yeah, and it’ll be far better than yours!” He spat, pulling the stuff he needed from Rod and starting the cauldron next to him muttering under his breath. What a complete joke, how dare he talk to him that way. What an arsehole. “Are you always this much of a prick?” He let slip.

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Seeing You |1966| Andy/Gerard

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call-me-andy:

Andromeda sighed following his lines and shaking her head, “No, I’m not supposed to talk to ‘mudbloods’ or ‘blood traitors’, if that’s the case I would be Juliet to a lot of Romeos.” she quoted the words letting him know that she didn’t believe in those names, they were bad enough as they were but that what a Black woman was supposed to say. She didn’t know Gerard well, and telling him about Ted was too much, she needed to know if she could trust him and at the moment Ted and here were nothing but a secret.

“Yes, but comparing me to Scott I’m a responsible adult.” she quipped unrolling her parchment. “If you talk to him he would bathe more often,” she shrugged and looked at the leaf but shook her head, “No, that’s too small. On that particular plant the leaves in the middle are the best. It’s about that and a half. It would make it a little stronger but more effective and it would produce your 500ml.”

Gerard offered a small smile of comfort and reached over, resting his hand on hers. “You know? The world sucks. Just does. But, we’re the new generation. We can make a different and our kids, don’t have to know terms like ‘blood-traitor’ or ‘mudblood’, if we do right by them.” He offered profoundly.

He laughed and nodded, looking over at her. “We’re all responsible adults compared to Scotty.” He chuckled. When talked turned to his work, he gave a small nod and made the appropriate notes humming as he did. “That and a half… Right. Damn, I hate potions…”

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Superstition | 1963 | Scott&Gerard

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scampish-scotty-scamander:

“You’ll have to show me- hey I don’t oogle- but yeah show me the books. I’d love to see” he grinned. He liked the Gerard was smart, it gave him someone to have long conversations with about the many questions his mind created.

The boy lifted out of his seat in exciteent. “Yeah- Yeah! I’ve always wanted to go. Man, could you imagine? It’d be all grimy and disgusting!”

Gerard turned and gave Scott a look. “Sure, you don’t’ ogle Billywig Boy.” He chuckled shaking his head and writing down some of the work. “You know, I’m pretty sure you’ll come in handy when we’re travelling. If we see a dragon, you can pet it while I run for safety.”

He started moaning and flailing his arms over Scott. “I want to eat your brains…” He joked before catching the eye of Professor Grady.

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Shopping |1982| Narcissa&Gerard

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princessacissa:

Narcissa smiled and took her wand out of the pocket of her dress, offering it to him, “Certainly, I know it’s a fairly rare wood, and has been very reliable.” She did really love her wand, it had served her very well ever since she had it.

While some would accuse Narcissa of being cold, she did pride herself on at least apologizing for it. “Well, being devoted to one’s work is great, but eventually everyone needs a break. It’s good your mum’s there to make sure he takes the time.” 

She looked around, her eyebrows raising slightly in surprise at the number, “That’s quite good, I would have thought that the wands would take much more time to make than that.”

He carefully took it from her and began to tap it with his fingers. Then, he raised it to his ear and was silent for a moment. “Hmm… 11", Alder, Dragon Heartstring… Am I right?” He asked, passing her wand back. He didn’t want to mention the fact it felt unyielding.

Gerard chuckled at her response and nodded. “Try telling him that. Oh, how is Mr. Malfoy? Everything going well? Can’t say I’ve seen him around the street in a while. Then again, I’m barely here myself. I go travelling quite a bit, you see?”

He smirked and glanced around once more. “Some do, some are a nightmare and can take days. But on average? We can produce a fair few a day. After all, the wand is an extension of a wizard’s ability.”

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Potions: September, 1966 (Rodolophus&Gerard)

[thefinestlestrange]

“Plenty of people” he replied curtly. “Particularly dumb ones who can’t brew a simple healing drought” he deadpanned. “The book is wrong” he said simply before rolling his eyes. He had been brewing potions since he was five, all this was childs’ game to him, he could brew far more complicated things that this simple serum and still don’t use a bloody book. 

Rod didn’t accept his knife, instead, he placed his hand with the bean over the cauldron and crushed it, letting the juice drip down his hand into the content. He wasn’t even surprised when the potion turned bright green how it was supposed to turn, he knew that already. “Now, are you going to keep on wasting my time and then take credit for the things that I do or are you going to be helpful?” He asked coldly.

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“Oh, it’s wrong. Of course, it is.” He sighed, rolling his eyes.

Gerard turned sour when he saw the potion turn green. Dammit, he was right. He frowned and turned away, shaking his head in disgust. “Oh, me take credit for your work? I don’t think so, no. I’ll make my own damn potion if you’re going to be like that!”