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Podric Ollivander, 26, Grandson of Garrick Ollivander and sole owner of Ollivander's wand shop. Why not pop in for a cup of tea?

[rhys-donoghue-deactivated201406]

Rhys smirks into his drink as Podric effectively knocks over his chair in his excitement to see him. He turns to face his old friend as Pod walks over and places a hand on his shoulder, “Three months or something of the like,” he smiles, “I’ve been good. Picking up more matches to ref, which means picking up a little more money to spend here,” he shrugs, “What exotic locale are you coming back from this time around, mate?” 

It’s been too long since Rhys has seen a friendly face, too long since he’s seen someone who knows him - almost inside and out. Pod was there for him at Hogwarts, at every match for Ravenclaw. He was there when Rhys was spending most of his time in and out of the hospital with his Da, and, inevitably, was there during the fall.

"Oh fuck it," he mutters, and pulls Pdrick into a hug - there’s not enough people in Rhys’ life he feels the need to be close to, but Pdorick’s one of them. 

[theyoungwandmaker]

There were many things that had changed since their days at Hogwarts, sitting together in the Common Room, with Podric reading yet another book on Wandlore, and Rhys listening to the Wireless to hear any news on the Quidditch Front, and since then so much had changed. The two friends had gone in different directions in their lives and lost touch as their lives rushed forward, but there was one thing which didn't change, there was one thing which stayed the same throughout all the heartbreak that had been witnessed throughout their lives, an that was the smile of Podric's old friend. It still had the same emotions tied to it with Podric, it could still light up the most darkest rooms and it could still make Podric weak at the knees, the same affect that it had on him in his Seventh year. This was always kept a secret from Rhys and over time it was covered by more secrets, either the secrets of many of his customers, or of his own. It wasn't until that very moment that Podric remembered his feelings towards the dark haired wizard. "At least it is keeping you busy. Being isolted from people is one of the worse things to experience" he replied with a small smile perched on his lips.

"Asia, or to be more specific, the rainforest. They have some of the most beautiful dragon Heartstrings I've seen. It's a shame Grandfather never witnessed it." As he finished speaking, he couldn't help but let out a small sigh of contentment as he thought back to his journey. As he was pulled into a hug, Podric couldn't help but frown. It had been a while since another's arms had been wrapped around him, far too long in fact, but the frown soon disappeared and his arms wrapped around Rhys' shoulders and before he knew it, a wide smile had crept upon his lips "It's really good to see you old friend"

[rhys-donoghue-deactivated201406]

There are few people in the world Rhys will go out of his way to speak to, and somehow, in all their years spent together in the Ravenclaw Common Room - Pod’s head bent over some obscure book of wand lore, Rhys murmuring the plays from last week’s Qudditch match over and over til he can do them in his sleep - Podrick Ollivander had become one of those few.

Rhys glanced down the bar, smiling to himself as Podrick ordered him a beer, “Back from your trip?” he asked, raising the bottle to his lips, “Feels like you just left.”

[theyoungwandmaker]

As soon as he heard the voice rise and the tone of voice be welcomed by his ears, Podric's ear stood up and within a second, he realized just exactly who he had ordered a drink for "Rhys Donoghue, it's been a while!" He exclaimed, pushing himself up from his stool, (managing to knock over his case in the process) and walking over to him. "Merlin, it has to be what? Three months?" he asked before resting his palm on the shoulder of the other "How are you my man?" To say that he was happy to see an old friend would of been an understatement. For the last few months, it had seemed that all of his old friends had disappeared from the face of the planet, and so to see someone from his past was enough to put a smile on his face.

[mariakolchanova]

[theyoungwandmaker]

It had always been the same thing, leaving London for weeks on end in order to find some new supplies for his business. He would travel to the Alps, to the rainforests in China, all to find that perfect specimen of core or wood. This journey was different in the fact that it had only taken the young wandmaker ten days to collect said supplies and return home. "Evening Hannah" he smirked, tipping his hat at the landlady behind the counter of The Leaky Cauldron. Perching himself upon the nearest bar stool, Podric ordered his usual and set his suitcase down on the floor before taking his glass of beer and bring it to his lips "And a beer for him"

[rosalindlewis]

"Hm. There’s Madame Puddifoot’s, but that’s a bit…" Inappropriate for two total strangers, perhaps? If, as with Rosalind’s fifth year at Hogwarts, Madame Puddifoot’s wasn’t a good location for a blind date, then why should this be any different? She certainly knew him less than she had Martin Millibee, the blind date in question — and she hadn’t really known him at all, he had just been the older brother of a not-quite friend. “If you’d like, there’s a sweet little muggle café around the corner.” It wasn’t as if Rosalind was afraid of him. She was reasonably strong for someone of her stature. She could hold up a fight. But it would still be foolish not to implant some form of security. And a busy muggle café near both the Ministry and a muggle police station would be exactly that. 

[theyoungwandmaker]

"A bit lovey dovey" Podric smiled before letting a small chuckle escape from his parted lips and fall upon her ears. He remembered visiting said cafe in his seventh year with his then boyfriend. No matter the time which passed between his seventh year and the present day, Podric would always have that date in his mind, seared by the burning orbs which were the man's eyes. That was one of the things which drew Podric towards him, the other was his charming personality, but of course nothing lasts forever and the two quickly ended after graduation. He hadn't visited said cafe since that day, what with the memories that it holds. Upon hearing the word Muggle, Podric couldn't help but seize up and bring his shoulders close to his ears, but after a second he relaxed after remembering where he stood, in the small Scottish village where the worse thing that has happened in the last ten years in the shop door breaking. "That sounds riveting" he smiled, before whistling at Zeus "We're on the move young man"

[auror-noe]

Night Collisions | Cassandra & Podric

[auror-noe]

Tonight was not the night for this; it had been a bad day for Christopher, and he’d been agitated the entire time she was there. He’d gone so far as to try to stop her from leaving. It was exhausting, fighting with the damage, hoping that something would change, especially when she’d go back to the office the next day and listen to those who remembered him say that he would be better off dead. The healers had warned her that these days could become more frequent, and his family, still blaming her for his condition, had accused her of making him worse by not ‘leaving the poor boy alone’ more than once. Her hand shook, the small bruises where Chris had grabbed her wrist when she tried to leave aching, but she stood her ground.

Dark eyes widened in shock and anger when she was abruptly shoved away; he’d just landed on her and knocked her on her ass, not the other way around, and she’d had every right to be prepared to defend herself. She was after all, a woman in a dark alley, where anything might happen, auror or not. It wasn’t like the streets were perfectly safe, and she hadn’t been blindly throwing hexes in the dark and accidentally struck him. No one had been hurt. “What the hell—” but he had already pushed passed her, acting as if he’d not nearly run her down, no apology or anything. Her eyes narrowed, and she tucked her wand back in her boot, watching his retreating back. Where did he get off?  Sure it would be easier to let things go, find the pub, and get a drink, but somehow that felt less satisfying. Still seething, she turned on her heel, determined to catch up and tell the arrogant sod off. 

Trotting off in his direction, it didn’t take her long to match his stride, and she moved to stand in front of him in an attempt to stop him in his tracks. “Oi! Don’t you think you owe someone an apology?” She practically hissed her challenge, hands planted firmly on her hips. “You bloody well ran me over, almost knocked me on my arse, and then proceed to push me aside like I wasn’t even standing there! What the hell is your problem anyway? Can’t pay attention to where you’re walking? Got somewhere important to be this time of night?” Temper temper, Cass, Chris would have reminded her, imagine everyone else is having a rubbish day like you are and count to ten. But Chris wasn’t there, and she was too tired and too irritated to mind her manners.

[theyoungwandmaker]

Tonight wasn't the night to interact with someone who had started their meeting with a wand in Podric's face, followed by constant shouting which bounced off the walls of the street and met Podric's ears louder then usual, although he ignored them and carried on making hi way towards the pub. The only thing he had on his mind right now was a cold glass of beer and solitude, which is something that he knew would be easy to come by at this time of night in The Leaky Cauldron. At that moment in time, he wasn't in the right mood to deal with someone shouting at him. He knew that it would only add to the pain and anger which was currently boiling inside him, needing to be exterminated by an alcoholic beverage. Drinking was something that he had always done on this day since he moved to Diagon Ally. He would always walk into the pub, sit at the table nearest the fireplace and order a glass or two of beer, before walking back to his apartment and falling asleep. But this day, he knew that this wouldn't happen, or at least not in the time span that he hoped it would. 

As the stranger planted herself in front of him Podric had no choice but to stop and interact with her. The one thing that he didn't want at that moment was confrontation, but of course he had no choice with the young witch standing mere inches away from him."You had a choice to move when you saw my trail. It really isn't that hard to spot. A stream of white light coming in from the sky, how blind can you be?" He spat, but as soon as the venom had released itself from his lips, he wanted to drag it back in and keep it sealed, but of course that was impossible, the words were out there, never to be taken back. The one thing that he wanted to do in that moment was walk away and hide at the back at the pub, and not come out until closing time, but it was in that moment that Podric managed to see through the anger of the witch and see something which made him take a step back; he saw her sadness. In that moment, he wanted to punch himself and hide away in his apartment for a few days, or at least until tomorrow morning. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked her. He knew that he would be met with anger once again, but he had to make sure she was alright or at least going to be. If there was one thing that Podric Ollivander couldn't stand seeing, it was people upset. He pushed his petty anger aside and focused his attention on the witch standing in front of him "I've seen that look before, a thousand times in the mirror. Do you wanna talk about it?" He offered.

[rosalindlewis]

She hadn’t expected him to respond with actual emotion. Though, really, she should have at least prepared herself for it. It set her slightly off her guard, this sudden confrontation with human feeling. Okay. She could do this. She was a mother, for Merlin’s sake. She could be sympathetic. She could be kind. She could do anything; she could certainly act compassionate and understanding, even if it was towards a total stranger. “Would you like to, um, sit down? Go get a cup of tea, and talk about it? Or… not, I suppose, if you like.”

[theyoungwandmaker]

Talking about the death of their parents. How would someone be able to do that to a perfect stranger? Podric didn't enjoy talking to Posey about it, and yet he was about to reveal all to a woman he had met only moments ago, but maybe this is what he needed. For so many years, he had held in the pain, he had not told anyone about it, so maybe this is what he needed at that moment in time. "A up of tea sounds wonderful" he replied with a small smile on his lips "Did you have any place in mind?"

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[luminoxy]

[theyoungwandmaker]

This is Podric Ollivander's most recent wand, made by himself at the start of his carer as a wandmaker. His Grandfather was the one who helped him create it and so this paticular wand will always have a special place in his heart.

[witchbxnes]

You wouldn’t think someone could ever use a stapler so forcibly, but Teddy Talbott certainly proved that wrong. She was always proving people wrong. Everyone said she couldn’t live the life she led; one full of adventure and lacking employment. She got by. That was all that mattered. Teddy didn’t need to be rich, she just needed enough money to get her from one place to the next. That was the way she’d been raised. Even now she was living in that same way. Sure, she was a little short on cash, but that wasn’t anything a few flyers and a couple tattoos couldn’t fix. “TALBOTT TATTOOS”, they read, in large capital letters. She’d learned how to tattoo right after she got out of the Salem Institute, and it’d helped her get the cash she needed when she needed it. She worked right out of her apartment, or wherever she was at the moment, and she was damn good at it. Sure, it wasn’t the cleanest of environments, and some people would argue that it was sketchy, but Teddy never cared about opinions. She moved around too much to care. 

[theyoungwandmaker]

A good cup of tea, that was how Podric handled everything in his life, and today was no different than any other. Dropping the sugar cube into his tea and standing outside his store made him think back to the day that the wand shop became his. He always knew that the day was coming, but he always thought that his grandfather would be there with him, to guide his hand throughout every little problem he had, but that wasn't how things turned out. Instead of his Grandfather, Podric had his cousin to help him, and while he loved her unconditionally, he knew that it wasn't the same as having Garrick there, kicking inanimate objects and cursing under his breath. Taking a small sip from his tea, Podric noticed a flyer being blown down the ally, and in that second, his interest was peaked. Setting the tea down on the stone steps, Podric jogged up to the flyer and quickly picked it up. As he read the headline, his eyes became wider and a smile planted itself on his face. "Hey, is this yours!?" He shouted up the Ally at a red haired woman.

[rosalindlewis]

"It’s fi —" She watched him with acute interest as she spoke, or rather, didn’t. For such an incomplete sentence, it was spoken with an usual amount of organisation, like Rosalind had just somehow known that she would end up having to cut her reply short. Her general tone was generally confident, though. Her words were generally meticulous, and almost always an attempt at pertinence. “It wasn’t anything important. Sorry, but — are you okay?”

[theyoungwandmaker]

There it was, the question which always reared it's ugly head in a conversation, the question which Podric never truthfully answered. Ever since he fully understand the concept of death, Podric had always lied when people would ask him this question, because how would he tell someone that he isn't alright, that he is never alright, and he doubts that he ever will be? How is one ever alright after the death of their parents? That was a question which he had been asking himself for a very long time, but he had never gotten an answer to the endless question. "I'm fin-" he paused before he could fully finish his reply to the woman. Was it time? Was it finally time to tell someone that no, no he wasn't alright? Maybe it was, but he hardly knew the woman standing in front of him. Standing there, Podric didn't want to tell her the truth, but something in his ind changed when he caught the eyes of Zeus, staring up at him with those big sad eyes which was always given to him. "No actually, I'm not alright" he answered, regretting it as soon as it escaped, but it was out there now and he knew that there was no taking it back.

[auror-noe]

Night Collisions | OPEN

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. For example, going to St. Mungo’s once a week, armed with a pumpkin pastie and some sort of children’s toy, and sitting in a room with a man who could barely remember his name, telling him stories about the brave and funny auror he once was, folding small shiny sweet wrappers into paper stars, and hoping that someday something would click in his mind and he would suddenly remember everything, including you and the way you had loved him. And yet she still did it, every week without fail, on a day when she knew his family wouldn’t be there. It should have been her in that hospital room with no memory at all; if he had not dived in front of her it would have been.

Today’s visit had been no different from the last, save this time a young healer in training asked her as she was leaving, pocket full of paper stars, if she was his wife and mentioned experimental treatments for memory damage. The sun was setting when she left the hospital, and she tucked her hands into her pockets; what she needed right now was a drink and then to go home to her flat and listen to the wireless, hopefully able to find something that wasn’t the latest singing sensation wailing about lost love. Tonight was not the night for that.

By the time she made it to Diagon Alley on foot it was already growing dark, the lamps along the edge of the street just beginning to light themselves. Setting her sights on the pub where many of the other aurors from the office frequented she zipped her leather jacket against the night air and quickened her pace. Lost in her thoughts she did not notice the person in front of her as they walked by until their shoulders collided and she teetered off balance momentarily. Instinct kicked in, and she reached down, sliding her wand from the top of her knee high boot, and spun to face them, flamingo pink and black hair flying in her face. Her left hand pushed her hair away, while her right hand held tight to her wand.

[theyoungwandmaker]

For as long as he could remember, Podric Ollivander had left his home on April 17th, and travelled to Godric's Hollow, where upon arrival, he would make his way to the Graveyard and sit with his parents until the moon rose high into the sky and shone onto Podric's tear stained clothes. Every year, he would find himself sat next to his Grandfather, both Ollivander's holding their wands above the grave stone in memory of the two Ollivander's lost. Both would sit upon the earth and share stories of their lives to the two members of the family. Garrick would inform them of his life in New Orleans while Podric, their son, would inform them about everything that he could think of. In between the stifled cries and the sniff of a nose, Podric would share everything with them. He knew in his heart, that both mother and father could hear him, that they were staring down on him with emotions filled with love and beautiful smiles pressed upon their lips. Podric didn't share this vision with anyone, instead he drew it, upon anything and everything that he could. Whenever he was filled with sadness, he would listen to his records and draw his parents. It was something that would always make him smile, and it as the only thing at that moment which created a sad smile on his lips. 

As the two Ollivander's sat side by side, Podric couldn't help but feel jealous of his grandfather, he couldn't help but be angry at his parents, and this was a feeling which he always carried around with him, throughout his entire life. He was jealous of Garrick because he got endless years with both Podric's mother and father. He got to see their smiles and witness their love, but Podric saw none of that. He didn't remember his mother's face or his father's smell, he didn't witness their endless love nor their laughs. He didn't witness any of it and he hated his parents for that. He hated them for dying, for leaving their baby in such a dark world, to fend for himself in the wilderness, and he hated them for it. Love and hate an co exist inside the same host, and Podric was living prove of that. While he did hate his parents for leaving him, he also had unconditional love for the both of them.

With the moonlight hitting the gravestone, Podric knew that it was time to leave, to return to his life in the Ally and to wish his Grandfather safe travels. All of this was done within a matter of moments, but before he left the small village, Podric couldn't help but take one last look at the gravestone behind him "I love you" he whispered before disappearing into thin air. As soon as he landed into the Alley, he found a wand being shoved into his face and a woman staring into his eyes. "Get that thing away from me!" He snapped, before shoving the woman's arms away and pushing past her. What he needed at that moment was a tall, strong drink of something that only The Leaky Cauldron could offer.

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[wormtailwrites-blog]

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[thaliaalon-deactivated20140613]

His reaction surprised her. She was making a joke. “I was joking,” she said, backing away. “I don’t have to know if it’s that important to you.”

Really, it just made her more curious about that fire. It distracted her now, which was good, but she wandered why her words made him so… hostile? 

[theyoungwandmaker]

Joking? Even if she was, Podric still stood there firmly, on the spot, looking at her. "It isn't important to me" he muttered before turning around on the spot and walking back between the shelves of wands. He knew that he wasn't looking for anything, but he also know that he had to give himself a break from the customer, just a quick five second one.

After a quick breather, he had reappeared behind the counter. "So yes, sixteen sickles please"

[icequeenmaura]

Living outside Hogwarts castle was about the best decision Parker could have made. Having to deal with students all the time was annoying. Especially his own house. Sometimes it made him miss his position at the Ministry. The man walked through the basically empty streets of Diagon Alley, hoping to get home with little to know problems. Parker’s eyes tried not to wonder on all the shops.

[theyoungwandmaker]

With his hands pushed firmly into his coat pocket, Podric made his way up the Ally. He just wanted to get to The Leaky Cauldron as quickly as possible without any interruptions, but o course he knew that it wouldn't happen. Maybe it was because he would fall on thin air and smack his head on the cobbles, or maybe someone would stop him and ask him for advice on their wand. This was part of the job which he didn't enjoy. If they asked him during open hours, he would be fine with it and would answer their question with vast knowledge, which would most likely end with them walking out the door while Podric still stood there, rolling off many facts about their wand. He was brought back to earth with a thud as he walked into the front of the Weasley's joke shop, knocking down a window display in the process "Fuck" he whispered to himself. He knew that within a few moments, one of the men would be outside, either frowning at him or chuckling. With that thought in mind, he quickly turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

[thaliaalon-deactivated20140613]

Thalai’s mood reverted back to normal immediately. “Trade secret, huh? Oh, well, if you’re not going to tell me, I bet I could look around old Prophet copies that reported said fire,” she said slyly. “Can’t be that hard, right?”

[theyoungwandmaker]

Podric stumbled backwards as the tone of the woman's voice changed and his mood suddenly changed from the calming one that it once was. Clenching his hands into a fist, Podric took a step closer to the customer "Is that a threat?" He replied with his teeth gritted "Because you should know, I don't take too kindly to them"