Subject: Chucking wands at agents. (Now with ficlet!)
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Posted on: 2015-11-16 13:05:00 UTC

Dafydd Illian: 13 1/4'' rigid elm with phoenix feather

Which means Pureblood! Oh, no, wait, that's a myth. ^^ Er, dignity, elegance, and general power. (Also, 'even or odd birthday'? He picked at random.) This is pretty apt, I think.

Selene Windflower: 13'' reasonably supple black walnut w/ phoenix feather

This wand is totally useless. ^
~ It 'loses power dramatically if its possessor practises any form of self-deception'. Yeah, I don't think Selene is self-honest enough to learn magic.

Kaitlyn Jackson: 10 1/2'' solid apple w/ unicorn hair.

This, again, is perfect. Apple goes to charming idealists with a head for communication, while the unicorn makes her extra-nice and means it won't be too powerful, but will do what it needs to. A hobbit wand indeed.

Agent Huinesoron: 14 1/2'' hard pearwood w/ unicorn hair

This turns out to be virtually identical to Kaitlyn's - pear is another 'nice' wood, 'which give of their best in the hands of the warm-hearted, the generous and the wise.' Well... he's trying. I think Kaitlyn bought it for him as a reward for his attempts to become a nicer person.

... I think this deserves a ficlet, actually.




"... what's this?"

Kaitlyn shrugged, still holding out the box. "Open it and see."

Huinesoron took the gift gingerly. The polished wooden box was long and narrow, with gold trim around the seam. The clasp was worked into a delicate golden flower. The elf passed it from one hand to the other thoughtfully, feeling how light it was.

Kaitlyn was practically bouncing with impatience. "Come on, open it!"

Huinesoron smiled slightly - then remembered to make the smile visible ('Hiding your emotions just makes you look even more self-centred than you really are' had been Kaitlyn's caustic comment). He unclasped the case and flipped the lid up.

Inside, lying on dark grey velvet, was... "It's a stick."

Kaitlyn folded her arms and glowered.

Huinesoron tried again. "Er... it's a nice stick." He lifted it out, tucking the case under his arm. The wood was a warm golden colour, and one end was carved into a sort of hilt, with a tracery of geometric patterns. He tapped it against his palm: there was no give in it, though it did sound slightly hollow. "Er... thank you?"

Kaitlyn's glare intensified, then she abruptly looked uncertain. "You really have no idea what it is?"

"No..." Huinesoron examined the stick, turning it over. "Is it an archaeological find, maybe?"

"Ugh!" Kaitlyn fished in a pocket and pulled out a similar stick, shorter and lighter in colour, with a simpler hilt. "Observe," she said, flourishing the stick. "Lumos!"

Huinesoron eyed the suddenly-glowing stick warily. "It's... a torch?"

"It's a wand!" Kaitlyn only barely restrained herself from throwing her stick onto the floor. "You know, like in Harry Potter? I got you a custom Muggle-use wand, all right?"

"Er... thank you!" Huinesoron tried out another smile. "So what does it... do?"

"Lots of stuff." Kaitlyn grabbed his arm and tried to drag him off down the corridor. "Practically any spell from Harry Potter that you can think of."

"That isn't a lot," Huinesoron pointed out. "By which I mean, it's sort of none."

"That's what the training is for." Kaitlyn stopped pulling and frowned up at him. "Seriously, could you be a little easier to drag? This is kind of embarassing."




^_^

hS

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