Thread: Betrayal of Dumbledore [RoleplayMaster x Frogger]

Inside was a shop unlike anything Hermione has ever seen. In Ollivanders, the walls are lined with boxes that could fall over any second, with the smallest provocation. Here, in Waldos there was not a single wand on display. Did they walk into the wrong shop? A nearby sign explained everything, yet brought to mind other questions. Welcome to Waldo's Wand's Watch Your Wand Be Made In Front Of Your Very Eyes Pick Your Poison, And Add A Personal Touch Horrified, Hermione had to wonder what it meant by poison... however, her attention was drawn elsewhere when a man appeared from a side room. While Ollivander was friendly, a little eccentric this man is the exact opposite, dark and sinister. Ironically enough, he was also fairly young, somewhere in his late twenties or early thirties. Waldo and Harry engaged in conversation, Hermione swept her gaze through the dimly lit shop. For some reason, she got a bad feeling about this place though she cant quite put her finger as to why. Could it have something to do with why theyre there? Maybe. It could very well be. Dark brown eyes focused on the man as he went on to explain how that Ollivander insists that the wand must choose the wizard, yet with a big of magic, a wizard can force a wand to choose himself. A list was presented, displaying the various ingredients and the prices. Hermione looked over the list herself, listening in to her friends next words without lifting her gaze up off the piece of parchment. Alder, Blackthorn and the like was not altogether unusual to see but everything else made her skin crawl. Hermione played with the tips of her hair, considering the options while Harry decided on the wood to be a dragon scale, the core a thread of a Dementors cloak. It is a twisted sense of irony, given his past with both dangerous creatures. Wait Perhaps that is a method of picking. Just then, Hermione brought her eyes up only to smirk at seeing the one written all over her friends face. Why am I not surprised? she told him in a low murmur, lifting a brow. The new wand looked amazing, that much she had to admit. Light played over crimson red, making it glisten like newly spilled blood. Hermione heard the next part, and immediately reached into her purse for something, anything he can use to help stop the bleeding once the deed was done. Here, she spoke up, pressing gauze into his free hand. I will take care of that when were out of here, okay? Waves of curly brown framing her features, Hermione offered a smile. No, you are not, she insisted with her next breath. I am paying for my own. That said, Hermione picked up the parchment. I would like to make it where my wand is undetectable as well but I will also buy a wand from you, she explained. Is it possible to use the scales of a Mermaid, and the sand of a Time Turner? It could prove to be difficult, but she will never know unless she asks. Yes I believe so, Waldo replied, getting to work straightaway. Hermione watched in awe, rather fascinated by the process. Hers was an iridescent bluish-green, with veins of purple outlining every individual scale, which made it possible to see the white sand inside. Now for the personal touch, he spoke at last. I need to slice your hand as well. Light pink prickling over her features, Hermione gave him her hand, only to hiss as pain sliced through the palm. Next she felt a cool sensation almost as if water has washed over her skin, or something along those lines. Amazing she breathed. Hermione lifted her head, a few curls falling against her jawline. How much, sir?