#nikhailollivander

[julian-wood]

A Little Lunch Break

Ollivander’s Wand Shop 27 November 2027, midday @nikhailollivander​ 

The shop was busiest during lunch hour—especially in late November when it was cold, and people were eager to stay inside. But Julian made his visits to Ollivander’s Wand Shop when the store had been mostly cleared out. There were a few people looking at what was on display, but they looked like they were just browsing. 

He watched a customer scroll through their phone, watching it nearly slip from their hands as they put it in the wand pocket instead. Julian was staying out of their way—he wasn’t here for a purchase and the displays hadn’t changed since the last time he was there. Hell, it had been a while since Julian had actually bought something from Nik. 

No, Julian came once to recalibrate his wand, once to purchase a wand holster, then returned for the company and stuck around for the fascination. If he were being honest, Julian didn’t totally remember everything Nik had talked about with wands—but it wasn’t like Julian couldn’t come back and remind himself of a particular tidbit.  

Julian leaned forward over the counter. “Would you want to go for lunch today? I can’t decide if I want something here or if I should Apparate home and make food.”

[dierdra-jones]

Work and the Weather

Madley Magical-Muggle Expo December 7, 2027 @nikhailollivander​

It was hard to appreciate what the Expo had to offer when it was harder and harder to determine what was magical and what wasn’t. For most of her career, Dierdra had been content to ignore everything and just let her assistant handle her accounts for her—but somehow, even when she had stopped by the Firebolt Premier’s booth or the Harpies’ section of the Quidditch League, she was continually plagued with questions to which she had no prepared answer. 

And so she dawdled on her break. 

Dierdra recognized the wandmaker from the few times she had gone window shopping at Ollivanders—there were only so many times she could go in and pretend that she was going to buy something, especially with how small the space was. It wasn’t until now that she considered that maybe her parents could appreciate some new wands, but she wasn’t sure if Ollivander’s kept that information on file or anything. 

Still, it wasn’t a question she can just ask out of the blue, and she didn’t want to assume that the wandmaker was here for work. But he was important enough that if anyone asked what she had been busy with, he was easy enough to namedrop without too much hassle. But Dierdra was a big enough diva that they shouldn’t be asking in the first place.

“Are you here to be entertained, or do your wands come with a digi-watch now?”

[dierdra-jones]

Wands Through The Window

Ollivander’s Wand Shop 5 November 2027 @nikhailollivander​

Dierdra quickly opened the door into the wand shop, but it didn’t fizzle away the chill that had permeated into her skin from the weather. 

The final matches of the season had been played, the gala finished, and a few fundraisers and exhibition matches rounded out the month of October—but with her one Patronus charm made it hard to bring her down. She was on a high that was rarely experienced for this time of year, especially because of the dementors. 

Once Dierdra had made her way back into Diagon Alley for a little window shopping, half-curious to figure out what Matilda Nott was shopping for. She walked the streets of the Alley with a little more confidence, a little more purpose, a little more energy.

The shop was empty, but it made the whole store more imposing. She suddenly leaped at a sound behind her—the creak of the floorboards, the squeak of the door hinge, the shuffle of the wand boxes. “Fuck—”

Dierdra closed her eyes and shook her head, realizing that, obviously, she wasn’t exactly alone in an open shop—but that didn’t mean having company was peaceful by any means. 

“Sorry, it’s—” Dierdra gave a little wave, shaking off the surprise.

[dierdra-jones]

Work and the Weather

@nikhailollivander​ at Ollivander’s Wand Shop 22 October 2027

Dierdra quickly opened the door into the wand shop, but it didn’t fizzle away the chill that had permeated into her skin. 

The final matches of the season had been played, the gala finished, and a few fundraisers and exhibition matches rounded out the month of October. What was supposed to be a high never ended that way; once Dierdra had made her way back into Diagon Alley for a little window shopping, she had come to forget that seasonal haunting.

The same chill, the same despondency, the same fear—even as she looked out of the window now, the store she had come into hadn’t exactly offered much protection. All it did was remind her of the days that her own family stayed inside as she looked out of the window then. As a child she had never understood what she was supposed to look for, but her eagerness to fly had been significantly tempered.

She suddenly leaped at a sound behind her—the creak of the floorboards, the squeak of the door hinge, the shuffle of the wand boxes. “Fuck—”

Dierdra closed her eyes and shook her head, realizing that, obviously, she wasn’t exactly alone in an open shop—but that didn’t mean having company was peaceful by any means. At the very least, she could be sure it wasn’t another journalist asking her about how she thought the Arrows played against her team in their last match; she didn’t think there were enough galleons in the world for them to crawl out and follow anyone into the alley.

“Sorry, it’s—” Dierdra gave a little wave, as if she were talking about the weather. The dementors didn’t help that either.