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Feathers for Mr. OllivandersDiagon Alley. The most bustling street you'll ever find in the Wizarding Britain located in London. Inside his shop, Mr. Ollivander was currently in his office, counting today's haul. Admittedly, it wasn't a lot which was typical in days not preceding that year's Hogwarts semester. But as a registered wandmaker, he does receive allowances from the Ministry of Magic to cover his needs. Suddenly, he heard someone knocking on the door. Come in. Mr. Ollivander said gently. The door opened to reveal a wizard in his mid-twenties, dressed from top to bottom in silky red robes with a white trim. Sorry if I'm a bit late. The man said in an exhausted. No, not at all Mr. Grint. Now, let's see what you have in store for me. Although wandmakers have rightfully been called as debonair adventurers going to the far-flung places on Earth in search for wandcore ingredients, it's not unheard for them to employ volunteers for the task instead. Kevin Grint was one of them and has served as a gatherer for Mr. Ollivander for nearly a decade. Now then, here's what got for you today. 6 dragon heartstrings and 10 unicorn tail-hairs. Kevin said as he put sacks containing the ingredients on Mr. Ollivander's table. And phoenix feathers, do you have those by any chance? Ollivanders asked. As a matter of fact I do. I was in Hogsmeade, you see and happened to stumble upon one Professor Dumbledore from Hogwarts. He had a pet phoenix with him which he called Fawkes. Sensing an opportunity, I decided to ask the good professor if he would mind having the phoenix donate some feathers and being the good sport that he was, he absolutely didn't mind one bit. But here's where it gets interesting. Kevin put an another sack on the table before continuing. Instead of just one feather, Fawkes donated two. A rare event wouln't you agree? You could say the wands that will be made from those are like brothers. Mr. Ollivander looked at the sack containing the feathers with a ponderous gaze. Very intriguing. Two feathers from the same specimen. Since the wand choose the wizard, I can predict great yet terrible things from these. Ollivander said. I guess it always depends on the wizard. Now, if that'll be all, I'll have my commission and retire to the Leaking Cauldron for the night. Yes, yes, I think that would be the correct course of action. I just couldn't help but to sense a great destiny for the wands that will be made from these cores. Mahogany, or yew. I think that's it. And the other one shall be from holly, supple and must be... Kevin couldn't help but to roll his eyes. Mr. Ollivander was not an old man yet and yet he already rambles like one. Or was this common with wandmakers in general? He couldn't tell. In any case, he sure wished for a pair of earmuffs. Are you done? My commission if you please... Ah yes, of course. I was just getting carried away. Here it is, just a second. Mr. Ollivander gave Kevin a sack containing his commission. After exhanging goodbyes, Kevin Grint headed towards Leaky Cauldron for the night.Zootopia and Ice CreamOn a peaceful Saturday evening in Zootopia, Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps were sitting together at an ice cream parlour near the ZPD Headquarters. For Nick, it was a blueberry delight (with coffee on the side) and for Judy, a banana split. So Carrots, still thinking of going to the Beachside Boys concert tomorrow? Nick asked Judy. You bet I am. Although I never listened to many bands growing up in the burrows, Beachside Boys never failed to make me feel the rhythm. Father of course was a little disapproving of my choices but that's business as usual for parents like him I guess. I bet he certainly was. I guess there's some truths to the cliche that people in the countryside tends to be more conservative across the board. Then, as if on a cue, Judy noticed a familiar face. It was none other than Benjamin Clawhauser and he too was helping himself on a ice cream, this one made from a coconut. Hey Ben, over here! Judy yelled to get Clawhauser's attention. Who said that? Clawhauser wondered. He glanced at the nearby tables and to his delight saw Nick and Judy in their own table. Absolutely ecstatic, he at once rose from his table in order to greet his favourite officers. No way, this can't be a coincidence! I didn't know you like ice cream too, Judy and Nicky-boy! Nick could only groan at that nickname. He didn't know why Clawhauser picked it up but despite his protests, it quickly became a permanent part of his vocabulary. Glad that you're alive and well. How's your vacation so far, Clawhauser? Judy asked. It's going pretty well, actually. Visited my cousins last weekend and today I'm considering to hit one of my favourite beach spots for a week. Wanna come with me? No thanks. Perhaps some other time if you will. Judy said. Yeah. And we already promised to visit Judy's family in the Burrows. Nick added. It's ok. Everyone of us have their own itineraries after all. Oh my goodness, look at the time. Here I am, eating ice cream and talking with you when I should already be at the airport. With luck, I should be able to catch a cab and be there on time. See you later Judy and Nicky-boy! I'll promise to send you lots of photos! Clawhauser hurriedly left the parlour, his ice cream left unfinished on the table to the amusement of Nick and Judy. They always said that the guy should be more careful about the calories. After the duo finished their ice creams, they then went to their respective homes with the promise of meeting again on Zootopia Central station at 10:00 AM Sharp.Profile Information
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