He tugged at a tuft of his hair awkwardly as both of them laughed at him. He wouldn’t have minded this, if he’d planned for it. But he supposed that was why they’d found it funny. In any case, Mr. Ollivander managed to magic away the mess he’d made (Jimmy was pleased he hadn’t been made to sweep it up himself; that would have made this very boring) and he supposed he could forgive Farrow’s laughter, since the other boy had moved on to making fun of some other people who were way worse.
“And what did you do?” Jimmy said with a sudden smirk, trying to turn this around on Billie. S’far as he knew Billie didn’t have a mum, so the handbag story couldn’t have been his, but he had to hope Billie had caused a bit of chaos too. “What kinda wand did ya get, then?” He added distractedly, as Mr. Ollivander returned with a selection.
(He allowed himself an exhale: they hadn’t run out of possibilities yet, then. That was good.) Jimmy listened wide-eyed to each wand’s description - personality, it seemed like - and peered at them in wonder, still a little nervous about getting close in case he blasted himself - yeah, yeah, or anyone - with the effects of them. He didn’t dare touch the laurel one, just cause if it didn’t like thieves what if it didn’t like him already?? He didn’t want to get struck by lightning! The other two sounded equally intriguing... the maple one looked especially handsome, but when he picked it up it still felt restless, somehow, like it couldn’t wait to get away.
So he switched it for the one made from the dragon heartstring. And... dogwood. “It’s not made out of a dog, is it?” Jimmy asked, bemused, as he picked it up and swirled it around in his hand, finding this one strangely warm to the touch.
“And what did you do?” Jimmy said with a sudden smirk, trying to turn this around on Billie. S’far as he knew Billie didn’t have a mum, so the handbag story couldn’t have been his, but he had to hope Billie had caused a bit of chaos too. “What kinda wand did ya get, then?” He added distractedly, as Mr. Ollivander returned with a selection.
(He allowed himself an exhale: they hadn’t run out of possibilities yet, then. That was good.) Jimmy listened wide-eyed to each wand’s description - personality, it seemed like - and peered at them in wonder, still a little nervous about getting close in case he blasted himself - yeah, yeah, or anyone - with the effects of them. He didn’t dare touch the laurel one, just cause if it didn’t like thieves what if it didn’t like him already?? He didn’t want to get struck by lightning! The other two sounded equally intriguing... the maple one looked especially handsome, but when he picked it up it still felt restless, somehow, like it couldn’t wait to get away.
So he switched it for the one made from the dragon heartstring. And... dogwood. “It’s not made out of a dog, is it?” Jimmy asked, bemused, as he picked it up and swirled it around in his hand, finding this one strangely warm to the touch.
