CARNIVAL du MYSTIQUE
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
The streets of London were alive with the muggles of summer. Tourists and royal watchers blended with the regular faces on every London street corner.
Sasporillas feet moved to the beat of some distant tune that played in her heart and echoed in her ears. She half danced her way down the street past the Leadenhill Market on her way to Gipsum and Gaelis Tea House.
A small stout man dressed in a red waist coat and black top hat and a rather odd pair mismatched red and green glasses, walked about casting up posters on to walls and handing out flyers to those who may find what he advertised of interest.
It was a funny site as the two blissfully unaware and happy individuals turned the same corner a tripped over each other landing hard on the side walk. Sassy's glasses flew from her face and disappeared into the blur of the crowd. The stout mans flyers flew into the air and scattered.
Wands were drawn. Before concerns could be raised or apologies made, Sasporilla cast and collected the poor mans fliers placing them in s neat pile at his side. The stout man rescued Sasporillas glasses from the heavy foot of a large man unaware of their presence below his boot. The glasses skittered across the pavement and back onto Sassy's face with a straightening wiggle.
"Oh!" Sasporilla said. "Thank you very much."
"No, no, no my dear!" The stout man said. "Thank you! You saved me quite the job collecting these all up again."
"Well it was my fault." Sasporilla said getting to her feet and helping the older fellow up. "I was simply not paying attention."
"You're young and it's summer!" The man mused. "Likely in love, just graduated.... Hogwarts? Head full of dreams."
"Yes I did just graduate Hogwarts." Sasporilla said very impressed. "How did you know?"
The man straightened the odd red and green lop-sided glasses. He tapped the outer pokadot rim.
"These little beauties are Gofunda Glasses." The man smiled. "Not especially rare nor expensive BUT very useful for someone like me. You see, these glasses, which were given away in an issue of the quibbler many years ago, come in quite handy to a show man like me who hands out fliers to wizards and witches only! You see they can show one the difference between someone magical and muggle!!!"
"Indeed?" Sasporilla said fascinated.
"Oh but where are my manners!" The stout man said handing Sasporilla a bright yellow flier. "I am Arious Extravigonzo! Master showman and maître de bague of the Carnival du Mystique!"
Sasporilla gave the flyer printed in mystical black ink depicting magical moving rides, clowns, jugglers, games and acrobats. "The Carnival du Mystique this Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday Piccalilli Circus."
"Mind if I keep this?" Sasporilla asked
"No of course not mademoiselle!' The showman said delighted. "I will look forward to seeing you at the show!"
"It will be a welcome distraction after a full week of researching housing optoons in fir University in Avalon." Sasporilla sighed.
"My highest admiration's miss." Arious Extravigonzo said with a wide eyed smile. "It is not often one meets someone going for their Merlins! In what subject?"
"Wand craft." Sasporilla said modestly.
"AH!" The showman said. "Perhaps I stand before the next great wand maker. The next Olivander!"
"I hope to be." Sasporilla said.
"Well I must be off to spread the word of our show of shows!" Arious Extravigonzo said.
"Have a wonderful day Mr. Extravigonzo." Sassy smiled and waved as the small stout man danced away.
The Gipsum and Gaelis Tea House was a small shop that had graced the Leadenhill Market area of London since the early sixteen hundreds. Well known for their tea leaf and tarot card readings they also had the most unique blends of teas and delicious lunch sandwiches and small faery cakes.
Mrs.Porquis sat at one of the curb side French style cafe tables the Gipsum and Gaelis Tea House placed on the side walk every summer in an attempt to appeal to the hipper, trendier, younger witches and wizards of London. Muggles walked past not even seeing the shop. All the better for everyone involved really. Muggles, who were not inherently involved in the magical world, never did well when they came in contact with magic. Even if it was just to see a pot of tea pour itself or a spoonful of sugar stir itself in.
"Sasporilla!" Mrs.Porquis waved.
Sassy walked over to the table and sat down.
She was quite happy Mrs.Porquis had chosen the more professional hand shake greeting to the more intimate cheek kiss, as she really had only met the older witch once or twice.
A pair of menus floated over to their table. "Have you ordered?" Sasporilla asked placing her bag on the back of her chair.
"No." Mrs.Porquis insisted. "It wouldn't have been proper to order before the client had arrived."
"I do apologize for my momentary tardiness." Sassy smirked. "I quite literally bumped into a stout little show man who gave me a flyer for a carnival."
"I see." Mrs.Porquis said politely disinterested. "What should we order."
"Well I had only a quick bite of toast and a sip of tea as I was out the door this morning do I may enjoy a proper lunch sandwich."
"They have a lovely watercress sandwich." Mrs.Porquis smiled.
"Oh my dear Mrs.Porquis." Sassy smiled. "Though that is a lovely polite sandwich it is in no way a proper lunch. I'm hungry and not worried about looking like a human being who needs to feed properly three times a day. Think I'll have the roast beef sandwich with a cup of lobster bisque. Bit of surf and turf."
"Think I'll have the watercress plate." Mrs.Porquis said lips pursed. "Oh and we'll share a pot of tea?"
"Lovely." Sasporilla smiled. "Your choice."
"Splendid." Mrs.Porquis smiled. "A pot of Grizzeldas green chai."
The menus whisked away into the tea house leaving the two women alone at the outside table.
"I thought by those clouds it would have started raining by now." Sasporilla made small talk.
"Oh I believe we may yet see it." Mrs.Porquis said looking up. "Let's hope it's not until after lunch."
"Fingers crossed." Sassy smiled.
"So you want to sell your house?" Mrs.Porquis smiled getting down to business.
"Yes." Sasporilla said. "I have no plans to live there after school is over and it will only cost me money to keep it up over the next few years. I feel it's better to cash it in now."
"Very wise." Mrs.Porquis said. "Bank it, invest it, collect interest. Use your money to make you money while your away at school rather than allowing the house to be an albatross around your neck, weighing you down."
"Well I am happy you approve." Sasporilla said.
"Well I actually have news for you on the sale of your home." Mrs.Porquis grinned. "There were two offers minutes after you called me."
"Really?" Sasporilla asked.
"Oh that's just the start." Mrs.Porquis smiled excitedly reaching into her briefcase and pulling out both a small envelope and file folder. "Those two offers have been outbidding each other all morning."
"A bidding war for my little house?" Sasporilla asked. "Who are they?"
"I can not by law and by professional ethics tell you that but I can tell you that as of my leaving the office they were at four times the recommended asking price!"
"What?" Sasporilla could hardly believe her ears but she could quite imagine who the two parties were! "That's amazing considering you wouldn't have had the opportunity to list it?"
"Word of mouth spreads fast." Mrs.Porquis said opening the file. "If you are prepared to sign the papers in the places I have marked you can take the cheque I have in the envelope for you."
Sasporilla opened the envelope. It was indeed a very large number. She didn't recognize the company name under which the cheque was issued but she was sure it was either Zac or Myron behind it. Myron might want the house as a memory of her mom. Zac might have been asked to buy it for Karry's brother, A wedding gift for Korry and Madrigal. They would be tying the knot in a less than two years as soon as Maddy turned eighteen.
Sasporilla took a pen from Mrs.Porquis and signed in one hundred and thirty-seven and a half places. The papers slid back into the folder which slid back into the folder and sealed itself in. Sasporilla folded the check and placed it into her wallet in her bag. Sassy placed her bag on her lap and with a snap of her fingers sealed it magically snd securely to her.
"So what are you going to do about housing when you're away at school in Avalon?" Mrs.Porquis asked.
"I was thinking of just getting a room in the dorms." Sasporilla said as the tea and food arrived. "I expect anything else will be far outside my budget.
"Avalon is quite expensive." Mrs.Porquis reassured her client. "Why you can take the cost of any house or flat, rental or purchase and times the asking price by ten."
"What about a vacant lot to set up a caravan?" Sassy asked.
"Like a common gypsy?" Mrs.Porquis asked surprised.
"Yes." Sasporilla said dunking her sandwich into her lobster bisque and munching it down like hippogriff on a ferret.
"I would have to look into it dear but I'm sure there are laws to prevent..." the Real estate agent was aghast at the suggestion.
"I'm sure there are." Sasporilla said daintily lifting her tea with her pinky extended and guzzling it back like a pint at pub on ladies night.
"Miss Bucket!" Mrs.Porquis gasped.
"I know." Sassy said. "Manners of a common gypsy. As per the agreement I'll be out of the house by September 1st. Anything I leave behind becomes their property."
Sasporilla dipped the rest of her sandwich in her soup and stuffed it her mouth like a wild animal.
"F-anks f-r unsh MissssPorkis" Sassy said spraying bits of soggy sandwich from her over stuffed gob as she shook Mrs.Porquis hand, grabbed her bag and left.
Sassy hoped she left Mrs.Porquis with just as bad an impression of her manners as Mrs.Porquis had with that comment about common gypsy's. That sort of classist crap really turned her stomach and got the young witches back up.
The skies of London began to open up that early afternoon. Rain fell like tears on the end of an era. Sasporilla Bucket was no longer at Hogwarts. The pink haired witch quickly shuffled into the leaky cauldron and then out the back where she opened the passage to Diagon alley and cast an umbrella spell.
Witches and wizards used all manner of magical spells and devices to thwart the rain. Sasporilla tucked in tightly as the rain started to team down around her. The pink haired witch headed straight for Gringonts.
The wizarding bank had long stood at the heart of Diagon Alley. A shining beacon of financial stability in the center of the UK's hub of magical commerce.
Sasporilla walked in and stowed her wand at her side. She walked up to the main reception goblin who, as always ignored customers as they came in. Paying more attention to the book in front of him than those who required it.
"Excuse me." Sasporilla said, her call falling on deaf ears. "Excuse me!"
The goblin raised his gaze and looked at Sasporilla with a gaze of interrupted annoyance.
"I would like to cash a cheque and deposit the funds into my account." Sasporilla said.
"And does madam have said cheque and her... key?" The goblin asked snidely.
Sasporilla held up the cheque and her vault key. "I do."
Nothing made the Gringots goblins angrier than prepared customers who refused to be intimidated by them. The cheque cleared quickly and a cart of four large carts of galleons were presented to Sasporilla and the goblins took the young witch to her vault. Sassy added the four carts of galleons to the already substantial piles of coins that were collecting.
"If madam is going to continue to accrue such wealth may we suggest you aquire a larger vault?" The goblin smiled politely.
"I will take it under advisement." Sasporilla said in a very professional business like manner.
Sassy took a quick accounting of her funds and weighed them against her lifes plans and options. With the money she had, Sasporilla Bucket could live a comfortable life out of her caravan or even a small house in any muggle or magical community anywhere in the world. Without work, with out purpose, just living out her days following whatever interests floated by her. That was the dream for some, but not for Sasporilla Bucket. The pink haired witch had her sites set on one thing. To be the best, at making the best wands in any world witches and wizards walked upon.
The rains had lessened but still sprinkled down upon Diagon Alley. Sasporilla Bucket walked below her wand which cast an umbrella spell. She casually window shopped until she came to Olivanders. Elves hung a bright red banner reading "GRANDE REOPENING!" Sassy tried the shop door which was unlocked.
Sasporilla took a deep breath an with a wide hopefull smile on her face she stepped inside the wand shop that had a new more modern look while still paying homage to it's classic beginnings. A flamboyant young man in bright red robes sporting wild curly brown locks and thick side burns rode a rolling ladder along the shelves from the back.
"Hello!" The young man ssid hanging from the ladder like a swashbuckling pirate. The shops light glinting off his wide bright white smile. 'I'm afraid that door should have been locked for you see we are not quite open yet."
"I'm sorry to be a bother but I would like to enquire about summer employment," Sassy smiled, "I was just wondering if I could speak with Mr.Olivander."
"Well you are my dear!" The young man said jumping from the ladder and walking up to Sasporillas side. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Moloch Olivander, grandson of the greatest wand maker ever to grace the magical world with his presence, Garick Olivander! My grandfather. Founder of this shop and the man from whom I have inherited everything I now own and know!"
"Oh!" Sasporilla said saddly. "I'm sorry for your loss."
"Nooooo!" The young man laughed throwing his head back. "He hasn't passed you silly goose. No grand father sadly never really recovered from his kidnapping ordeal by the death eaters and the family has placed him in a retirement home so he might live out the rest of his days free from pain and strife."
"I see." Sasporilla said getting the impression Mr.Olivander had very little to say about his forced retirement.
"And I as his most qualified and natural heir have taken over the family business to see to the family interests." Myloch Olivander smiled patronizingly. "So if we can be of help to you in any way, be it with a new wand or with any of your wand care needs, please feel free to stop by after our grand reopening in two days!"
"Thank you." Sasporilla smiled politely. "It's good to see Olivanders reopening. I can't wait to see good quality wands back in the hands of young witches and wizards again. I used to apprentice under your Grand Father."
"Indeed Miss." Myloch Olivander said ushering the pink haired witch to the door.
"When you do go to see your grand father next at, I'm sorry silly headed me, where did you say he was again?" Sassy asked smiling like a bubble headed young girl.
"Madame Forwinkles Home For Bewildered and Befudled Wizard and Witches, in Dover." The young man said proudly.
"Of course." Sasporilla said. "It sounds so prestigious. Well anyway when you see your grandfather next tell him Sasporilla Bucket stopped in to say hello."
"I will indeed." Myloch said ushering Sassy out the door and slamming it, and locking it behind her. "Good day."
Sasporillas feet moved to the beat of some distant tune that played in her heart and echoed in her ears. She half danced her way down the street past the Leadenhill Market on her way to Gipsum and Gaelis Tea House.
A small stout man dressed in a red waist coat and black top hat and a rather odd pair mismatched red and green glasses, walked about casting up posters on to walls and handing out flyers to those who may find what he advertised of interest.
It was a funny site as the two blissfully unaware and happy individuals turned the same corner a tripped over each other landing hard on the side walk. Sassy's glasses flew from her face and disappeared into the blur of the crowd. The stout mans flyers flew into the air and scattered.
Wands were drawn. Before concerns could be raised or apologies made, Sasporilla cast and collected the poor mans fliers placing them in s neat pile at his side. The stout man rescued Sasporillas glasses from the heavy foot of a large man unaware of their presence below his boot. The glasses skittered across the pavement and back onto Sassy's face with a straightening wiggle.
"Oh!" Sasporilla said. "Thank you very much."
"No, no, no my dear!" The stout man said. "Thank you! You saved me quite the job collecting these all up again."
"Well it was my fault." Sasporilla said getting to her feet and helping the older fellow up. "I was simply not paying attention."
"You're young and it's summer!" The man mused. "Likely in love, just graduated.... Hogwarts? Head full of dreams."
"Yes I did just graduate Hogwarts." Sasporilla said very impressed. "How did you know?"
The man straightened the odd red and green lop-sided glasses. He tapped the outer pokadot rim.
"These little beauties are Gofunda Glasses." The man smiled. "Not especially rare nor expensive BUT very useful for someone like me. You see, these glasses, which were given away in an issue of the quibbler many years ago, come in quite handy to a show man like me who hands out fliers to wizards and witches only! You see they can show one the difference between someone magical and muggle!!!"
"Indeed?" Sasporilla said fascinated.
"Oh but where are my manners!" The stout man said handing Sasporilla a bright yellow flier. "I am Arious Extravigonzo! Master showman and maître de bague of the Carnival du Mystique!"
Sasporilla gave the flyer printed in mystical black ink depicting magical moving rides, clowns, jugglers, games and acrobats. "The Carnival du Mystique this Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday Piccalilli Circus."
"Mind if I keep this?" Sasporilla asked
"No of course not mademoiselle!' The showman said delighted. "I will look forward to seeing you at the show!"
"It will be a welcome distraction after a full week of researching housing optoons in fir University in Avalon." Sasporilla sighed.
"My highest admiration's miss." Arious Extravigonzo said with a wide eyed smile. "It is not often one meets someone going for their Merlins! In what subject?"
"Wand craft." Sasporilla said modestly.
"AH!" The showman said. "Perhaps I stand before the next great wand maker. The next Olivander!"
"I hope to be." Sasporilla said.
"Well I must be off to spread the word of our show of shows!" Arious Extravigonzo said.
"Have a wonderful day Mr. Extravigonzo." Sassy smiled and waved as the small stout man danced away.
The Gipsum and Gaelis Tea House was a small shop that had graced the Leadenhill Market area of London since the early sixteen hundreds. Well known for their tea leaf and tarot card readings they also had the most unique blends of teas and delicious lunch sandwiches and small faery cakes.
Mrs.Porquis sat at one of the curb side French style cafe tables the Gipsum and Gaelis Tea House placed on the side walk every summer in an attempt to appeal to the hipper, trendier, younger witches and wizards of London. Muggles walked past not even seeing the shop. All the better for everyone involved really. Muggles, who were not inherently involved in the magical world, never did well when they came in contact with magic. Even if it was just to see a pot of tea pour itself or a spoonful of sugar stir itself in.
"Sasporilla!" Mrs.Porquis waved.
Sassy walked over to the table and sat down.
She was quite happy Mrs.Porquis had chosen the more professional hand shake greeting to the more intimate cheek kiss, as she really had only met the older witch once or twice.
A pair of menus floated over to their table. "Have you ordered?" Sasporilla asked placing her bag on the back of her chair.
"No." Mrs.Porquis insisted. "It wouldn't have been proper to order before the client had arrived."
"I do apologize for my momentary tardiness." Sassy smirked. "I quite literally bumped into a stout little show man who gave me a flyer for a carnival."
"I see." Mrs.Porquis said politely disinterested. "What should we order."
"Well I had only a quick bite of toast and a sip of tea as I was out the door this morning do I may enjoy a proper lunch sandwich."
"They have a lovely watercress sandwich." Mrs.Porquis smiled.
"Oh my dear Mrs.Porquis." Sassy smiled. "Though that is a lovely polite sandwich it is in no way a proper lunch. I'm hungry and not worried about looking like a human being who needs to feed properly three times a day. Think I'll have the roast beef sandwich with a cup of lobster bisque. Bit of surf and turf."
"Think I'll have the watercress plate." Mrs.Porquis said lips pursed. "Oh and we'll share a pot of tea?"
"Lovely." Sasporilla smiled. "Your choice."
"Splendid." Mrs.Porquis smiled. "A pot of Grizzeldas green chai."
The menus whisked away into the tea house leaving the two women alone at the outside table.
"I thought by those clouds it would have started raining by now." Sasporilla made small talk.
"Oh I believe we may yet see it." Mrs.Porquis said looking up. "Let's hope it's not until after lunch."
"Fingers crossed." Sassy smiled.
"So you want to sell your house?" Mrs.Porquis smiled getting down to business.
"Yes." Sasporilla said. "I have no plans to live there after school is over and it will only cost me money to keep it up over the next few years. I feel it's better to cash it in now."
"Very wise." Mrs.Porquis said. "Bank it, invest it, collect interest. Use your money to make you money while your away at school rather than allowing the house to be an albatross around your neck, weighing you down."
"Well I am happy you approve." Sasporilla said.
"Well I actually have news for you on the sale of your home." Mrs.Porquis grinned. "There were two offers minutes after you called me."
"Really?" Sasporilla asked.
"Oh that's just the start." Mrs.Porquis smiled excitedly reaching into her briefcase and pulling out both a small envelope and file folder. "Those two offers have been outbidding each other all morning."
"A bidding war for my little house?" Sasporilla asked. "Who are they?"
"I can not by law and by professional ethics tell you that but I can tell you that as of my leaving the office they were at four times the recommended asking price!"
"What?" Sasporilla could hardly believe her ears but she could quite imagine who the two parties were! "That's amazing considering you wouldn't have had the opportunity to list it?"
"Word of mouth spreads fast." Mrs.Porquis said opening the file. "If you are prepared to sign the papers in the places I have marked you can take the cheque I have in the envelope for you."
Sasporilla opened the envelope. It was indeed a very large number. She didn't recognize the company name under which the cheque was issued but she was sure it was either Zac or Myron behind it. Myron might want the house as a memory of her mom. Zac might have been asked to buy it for Karry's brother, A wedding gift for Korry and Madrigal. They would be tying the knot in a less than two years as soon as Maddy turned eighteen.
Sasporilla took a pen from Mrs.Porquis and signed in one hundred and thirty-seven and a half places. The papers slid back into the folder which slid back into the folder and sealed itself in. Sasporilla folded the check and placed it into her wallet in her bag. Sassy placed her bag on her lap and with a snap of her fingers sealed it magically snd securely to her.
"So what are you going to do about housing when you're away at school in Avalon?" Mrs.Porquis asked.
"I was thinking of just getting a room in the dorms." Sasporilla said as the tea and food arrived. "I expect anything else will be far outside my budget.
"Avalon is quite expensive." Mrs.Porquis reassured her client. "Why you can take the cost of any house or flat, rental or purchase and times the asking price by ten."
"What about a vacant lot to set up a caravan?" Sassy asked.
"Like a common gypsy?" Mrs.Porquis asked surprised.
"Yes." Sasporilla said dunking her sandwich into her lobster bisque and munching it down like hippogriff on a ferret.
"I would have to look into it dear but I'm sure there are laws to prevent..." the Real estate agent was aghast at the suggestion.
"I'm sure there are." Sasporilla said daintily lifting her tea with her pinky extended and guzzling it back like a pint at pub on ladies night.
"Miss Bucket!" Mrs.Porquis gasped.
"I know." Sassy said. "Manners of a common gypsy. As per the agreement I'll be out of the house by September 1st. Anything I leave behind becomes their property."
Sasporilla dipped the rest of her sandwich in her soup and stuffed it her mouth like a wild animal.
"F-anks f-r unsh MissssPorkis" Sassy said spraying bits of soggy sandwich from her over stuffed gob as she shook Mrs.Porquis hand, grabbed her bag and left.
Sassy hoped she left Mrs.Porquis with just as bad an impression of her manners as Mrs.Porquis had with that comment about common gypsy's. That sort of classist crap really turned her stomach and got the young witches back up.
The skies of London began to open up that early afternoon. Rain fell like tears on the end of an era. Sasporilla Bucket was no longer at Hogwarts. The pink haired witch quickly shuffled into the leaky cauldron and then out the back where she opened the passage to Diagon alley and cast an umbrella spell.
Witches and wizards used all manner of magical spells and devices to thwart the rain. Sasporilla tucked in tightly as the rain started to team down around her. The pink haired witch headed straight for Gringonts.
The wizarding bank had long stood at the heart of Diagon Alley. A shining beacon of financial stability in the center of the UK's hub of magical commerce.
Sasporilla walked in and stowed her wand at her side. She walked up to the main reception goblin who, as always ignored customers as they came in. Paying more attention to the book in front of him than those who required it.
"Excuse me." Sasporilla said, her call falling on deaf ears. "Excuse me!"
The goblin raised his gaze and looked at Sasporilla with a gaze of interrupted annoyance.
"I would like to cash a cheque and deposit the funds into my account." Sasporilla said.
"And does madam have said cheque and her... key?" The goblin asked snidely.
Sasporilla held up the cheque and her vault key. "I do."
Nothing made the Gringots goblins angrier than prepared customers who refused to be intimidated by them. The cheque cleared quickly and a cart of four large carts of galleons were presented to Sasporilla and the goblins took the young witch to her vault. Sassy added the four carts of galleons to the already substantial piles of coins that were collecting.
"If madam is going to continue to accrue such wealth may we suggest you aquire a larger vault?" The goblin smiled politely.
"I will take it under advisement." Sasporilla said in a very professional business like manner.
Sassy took a quick accounting of her funds and weighed them against her lifes plans and options. With the money she had, Sasporilla Bucket could live a comfortable life out of her caravan or even a small house in any muggle or magical community anywhere in the world. Without work, with out purpose, just living out her days following whatever interests floated by her. That was the dream for some, but not for Sasporilla Bucket. The pink haired witch had her sites set on one thing. To be the best, at making the best wands in any world witches and wizards walked upon.
The rains had lessened but still sprinkled down upon Diagon Alley. Sasporilla Bucket walked below her wand which cast an umbrella spell. She casually window shopped until she came to Olivanders. Elves hung a bright red banner reading "GRANDE REOPENING!" Sassy tried the shop door which was unlocked.
Sasporilla took a deep breath an with a wide hopefull smile on her face she stepped inside the wand shop that had a new more modern look while still paying homage to it's classic beginnings. A flamboyant young man in bright red robes sporting wild curly brown locks and thick side burns rode a rolling ladder along the shelves from the back.
"Hello!" The young man ssid hanging from the ladder like a swashbuckling pirate. The shops light glinting off his wide bright white smile. 'I'm afraid that door should have been locked for you see we are not quite open yet."
"I'm sorry to be a bother but I would like to enquire about summer employment," Sassy smiled, "I was just wondering if I could speak with Mr.Olivander."
"Well you are my dear!" The young man said jumping from the ladder and walking up to Sasporillas side. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Moloch Olivander, grandson of the greatest wand maker ever to grace the magical world with his presence, Garick Olivander! My grandfather. Founder of this shop and the man from whom I have inherited everything I now own and know!"
"Oh!" Sasporilla said saddly. "I'm sorry for your loss."
"Nooooo!" The young man laughed throwing his head back. "He hasn't passed you silly goose. No grand father sadly never really recovered from his kidnapping ordeal by the death eaters and the family has placed him in a retirement home so he might live out the rest of his days free from pain and strife."
"I see." Sasporilla said getting the impression Mr.Olivander had very little to say about his forced retirement.
"And I as his most qualified and natural heir have taken over the family business to see to the family interests." Myloch Olivander smiled patronizingly. "So if we can be of help to you in any way, be it with a new wand or with any of your wand care needs, please feel free to stop by after our grand reopening in two days!"
"Thank you." Sasporilla smiled politely. "It's good to see Olivanders reopening. I can't wait to see good quality wands back in the hands of young witches and wizards again. I used to apprentice under your Grand Father."
"Indeed Miss." Myloch Olivander said ushering the pink haired witch to the door.
"When you do go to see your grand father next at, I'm sorry silly headed me, where did you say he was again?" Sassy asked smiling like a bubble headed young girl.
"Madame Forwinkles Home For Bewildered and Befudled Wizard and Witches, in Dover." The young man said proudly.
"Of course." Sasporilla said. "It sounds so prestigious. Well anyway when you see your grandfather next tell him Sasporilla Bucket stopped in to say hello."
"I will indeed." Myloch said ushering Sassy out the door and slamming it, and locking it behind her. "Good day."
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