Post by pretty on Mar 20, 2008 21:40:53 GMT -7
Gabrielle walked into Ollivander's, her 16 inch mahogony wand, containing one of her grandmother's hairs, was in need of a good polish. Gabrielle, of course didn't have any on her. She walked over to a shelf with different brands of wand polish, then found the one best suited for mahogony. She walked to the front to pay, but didn't see anyone at the counter. Gabrielle frowned, then looked over her shoulder. The shop was indeed open. Perhaps she ought to ring the little service bell... Setting one of her many bags on the floor, Gabrielle reached out and rang the bell once as someone came into view...