Chapter 457
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Chapter 457:
The ride back up had been significantly more mundane. In fact, it was mostly an intersection of lifts that pulled it back through whatever connections to that place were set up and deposited us right back at the start.
But now, I was seated in a very high class office, away from the 'normal' Goblins.
Across the desk was a Goblin of particular note, he hadn't introduced himself yet, but I was making assumptions by the way Griphook was deferring to him and standing silently to the side.
The Goblin sitting down was reading over a few documents.
"Mr. Schweinorg." The Goblin at the desk finally set his things to the side. "I am thrilled to make your acquaintance."
"Yes, you sound absolutely thrilled." I replied in the same dry tone he used.
"I assure you; this is my excited face." His expression didn't change at all. "By no means am I annoyed by the amount of paperwork I anticipate will come about due to your presence."
"Well, I'm glad that I made your day then." I smiled cheerfully.
I think it took every ounce of his control to not let out an exasperated sigh. "Mr. Schweinorg." He punctuated again. "I will not hide the truth from you, your Grandfather's status as our oldest recorded client does lend some favorability your way."
"I sense a but coming along there."
"You request a Goblin Sword, yes?"
"That's what I told Griphook." I nodded.
The Goblin across from me tapped his sharp nails together. "If it were any other Wizard, I would not even give this request a consideration."
"Right, is it about money then? I just found out that I'm particularly wealthy in your currency, so have at it."
He twitched slightly, holding back an obvious grin. But there was an obvious age and wisdom there that allowed him to keep his composure.
"It's not a matter of price."
"That's a bold-faced lie."
He cleared his throat. "I should elaborate. Griphook informs me that you are....unaware of certain Wizarding World knowledge. What do you know of Goblins, Mr. Schweinorg?"
"Nearly nothing." I confessed.
It's funny, from what I have discovered, I don't think he'd be nearly as polite with me if it weren't for Zelretch. Griphook admitted outright that Goblins hate 'Wizards', so there was no reason to entreat with me so....directly.
He took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes. "Shall I spare you the history lesson then? Suffice to say, we goblins view Possession differently than Wizards."
"I assume you're not talking about Ghosts."
"No." His lips thinned. "Due to our history and surprisingly good working relationship with your family, I am finding it in myself to be candid with our position on the subject."
"Didn't my Gramps just deposit money and not touch it for the entire time?"
"As I said, a good working relationship." He grinned.
"....what are the annual fees like?"
"Excellent." He didn't elaborate.
Surprisingly, I preferred to deal with money grubbers over schemes. Well, that isn't to say he's not scheming, but he's just scheming to get the gold in my vault which was.....refreshing in its simplicity.
As much as I coveted things I believed to be mine, I also respected the direct desire and was more than willing to let go of gold if it got me what I truly wanted.
"Please enlighten me to what poses a problem in my request." I gestured for him to continue.
"We Goblins don't believe in permanently selling away items we forge, Mr. Schweinorg." He returned to his normal expressionless face. "All items are rightfully ours regardless of what the person who purchased it believes."
"....so you're loaning them?" I quirked an eyebrow.
"You may consider it that way." He didn't deny it. "My distaste for Wizards does not make me ignorant of our cultural differences. Wizards believe after they buy one of our hard-forged items, it is theirs forever, and to pass down to their descendants. We consider this theft, Mr. Schweinorg. For us to even consider your request, you will need to understand that when you die, whatever you gain will be required to be returned to our hands."
Okay, that's kind of funny in my circumstance. But I was also a bit curious about the details. "I imagine that the Ministry –" As I learned that's what they called their government. "—doesn't agree with your idea of ownership?"
The corners of his lips pulled back into a frown. "You would be correct. This has led to us cutting back on selling our services to Witches and Wizards since the previous War. That has, of course, caused the stolen objects of ours still circulating to become rather expensive."
"Which I would assume you will base your own costs on."
He merely smiled, with sharp teeth showing.
"And I would assume that it's not just a handshake and promise to give it back after I die?"
"As you would expect, it is difficult to keep a promise from a dead person. Especially when the laws don't agree with our own." He nearly growled.
"Geas then?" I offered.
He blinked. "Do you mean a Magical Contract?"
"Is that what they call it here? Then yeah."
"....the term Geas hasn't been used in many centuries." He looked at me weirdly.
"So that matter is settled." I clapped my hands. "Shall we talk about design?"
"There is...one more matter to discuss before we consider your request, Mr. Schweinorg." He stopped me in my proverbial tracks. "Jewelry and other bits and bobs are one matter, but you are requesting a sword."
"....yes?"
"I am Bank Manager Ragnuk, Tenth of my name." He introduced himself. "I am also the third best Smith for the Goblin nation." He sounded rather proud. "I will personally be conducting this forging if I agree." He iterated. "However, you will not find a Goblin willing to make a weapon of Goblin Silver to someone unworthy. I will not have a Wizard flailing around with one of my creations just to...flaunt around like a peacock."
I felt slighted.
I stood up, and in one quick motion, drew Mirage from within my Ring and slashed it horizontally.
Ragnuk's eyes widened briefly. His stoic demeanor faltered as he realized what just happened.
Magical Energy wafted off my blade as I held it at my side.
He slowly turned his head back to see a large section of the wall just above his head behind him had been cleaved away.
"I will not claim to be a master." I produced the sheath for my sword, clicking it inside. "But these are the hands of a Swordsman."
".....you will be paying for damages. He said softly.
"Take it out of my vault." I snorted.
Seemingly, just as I said that, the sound of something bursting filled the room, then water began falling out from the new crevice that revealed part of the canyon the bank was connected to.
Water started spilling onto the floor.
Ragnuk twitched something fierce, but he didn't comment. "I believe it is time to begin negotiations. Please convince me, Mr. Schweinorg." He tapped his fingers together.
I didn't even offer gold. Instead, I withdrew several different Ingots of metals. Orichalcum, Ebony, Moonstone, Corundum, just to name a few, and stacked him on his desk.
I casually sat back down in my chair, feeling very relaxed. "Very well, let's negotiate."
Though, the look of greed in his eyes as he marveled at what I had just plopped on his desk told me that I had already won.
[***]
I hummed to myself as I walked down the street, without much of a care in the world. Yasaka was right, this was a very nice mini-vacation. I really needed something like this after everything that happened.
I had a specific few things I needed to do, but I nearly missed something interesting. If not for Sir Wiggles grabbing at my hair, I would have walked past a certain shop in particular!
Magical Menagerie.
There were several cages lining the window with a variety of animals I've never seen before.
Even if Sir Wiggles didn't seem to want to go inside, I was sufficiently intrigued.
The only other person inside was presumably the shopkeeper, an Older woman wearing rather cliché Witch attire.
Big pointy black hat and everything.
I could practically hear the 'TM' when I read the name of the store.
I asked around a little bit, and apparently, he was the only Wand Seller for Britain.
Did that speak of good things, or bad things?
I guess we'll find out.
Pushing the door open, the sound of a small bell rang out. I slowly turned my head to the side to see a strange old man invading my personal space, staring at me rather intently.
"....good afternoon?"
"Curious." He eyed me.
"I can tell you what brand of lotion I use if you're that interested."
He didn't react and just continued to look at me strangely. "You are a face I've never seen before." He then stepped back.
"First time here." I admitted. "Want to get myself a wand. I heard good things."
He blinked. "Pardon, are you saying you're here for your first wand?"
"....yes?"
He looked at me again. "Curious."
"Is it?"
"Most curious."
"I feel like you're saying that to look mysterious."
Rather than be offended, he seemed amused by my words. "You have never used a wand?" He asked.
"Not really." I shook my head. "They're not something we used back home."
"And where are you from if I might ask?"
"Japan." I said offhandedly.
"Ah." He stated as if that was enough. "I have heard about their use of other methods such as Bracelets or Rings or what have you." He sniffed haughtily ever so slightly. "It will never replace a good Wand, but to each their own."
"If you say so."
He clapped his hands, adopting a smile. "What a wonderful event then! The only time Adults have graced my door is when their wands inadvertently have been broken or stolen. Never have I had someone so old come to me for their first wand. This is quite exciting. Oh, where are my manners." He held out his hand. "Garrick Ollivander."
"Wilhelm henry Schweinorg." I returned the greeting with a handshake.
"Schweinorg, you say?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Is there something wrong?"
"Most curious."
I felt myself twitch slightly. "So, how does this work? Do I just pick whatever color suits me? Maybe something that matches my eyes?"
"I'm afraid this is nothing like picking out a handbag, Mr. Schweinorg." He chuckled. "No, the Wand chooses the Wizard."
"Are Wands sexist?"
"Pardon?" He blinked in confusion.
"You said they chose Wizards, what about Witches?"
His lips quirked up. "I like to believe wands don't care about gender. I merely assumed on my part when giving that statement. If you would prefer, I don't mind referring to you as a proper Witch."
Oh, I liked him.
The walls were lined with small boxes, some of them without lids, some with. An all manner of Wands laid about. "Anything in particular I have to do? Maybe a jig to earn their attention? I can recite some poetry if that helps."
"That will be unnecessary, Mr. Schweinorg, the point is for the Wand to want to join you. For that, It would be in our best interest that they have a good impression of you."
"Ouch." Just right for the jugular there. "How sentient, are they, exactly?"
The more I heard about this, the less I thought they were like Wands from what I was referencing.
"Oh, nothing like that." He quickly reassured me with a chuckle. "However, a bond between a Wizard and their Wand is something special." He said rather vaguely.
"Neat." I shrugged. "Shall we begin?"
"Let us." He nodded. "And which wand is your Wand hand?"
"That depends on what you're referring to as my Wand."
"Well, I believe it would be the same in this case." He quipped.
I blinked, realizing that he wasn't slowed down at all by my little dirty joke. "Right hand, but I can use my left hand, if that means anything." Not that I would consider myself ambidextrous, just something I picked up from my training.
"Hmm, that does help." He turned to shift through the many Wands on the shelves until he looked like he found what he was looking for. An engraved casing with what looked like gold on the top. "Here we are, this one has had a previous owner. I believe it will be a good match for someone past their formative years. An experienced Wand for an Experienced Wizard. Black Walnut, Dragon Heartstring, 9 and 1⁄2 inches."
He handed it over to me.
As soon as I held it in my hand, I felt it try to siphon my Magical Energy.
No, that wasn't quite accurate. If it was attempting to do that, my Magical Resistance would act up and counteract something so simple. My Magical Resistance was inert at the moment, because it wasn't breaching my body. It was....gently coaxing my ambient Magical Energy into it, like a greeting, almost.
I couldn't hold back my curiosity and cast a Structural Grasp on the Wand.
What I saw surprised me. It was full of tiny runes all carved out along the inside. I could see the materials used, and every single groove meticulously carved into every facet of the piece.
Honestly, it was beautiful.
Even Medea would have nothing but good things to say about the craftsmanship. Hats off to Ollivander if he's the one who made this, he's a true artisan.
"Well? Give it a flick."
I looked up at Ollivander who looked at me expectantly. "Just...flick it?"
"Of course, how else will we know if it's the right Wand for you?"
"Alright..." I held it between my fingers and flicked it.
The building shook, and Ollivander quickly ducked for cover. I flinched at the magical phenomenon that occurred from my wand.
Ollivander slowly climbed back to his feet, and we both stared at where the wall to his shop used to stand.
"....you needed some natural light in here anyways."
He stared at me.
He slowly took the wand from my hands and put it back into its box. "....I believe this is not the correct wand for you, Mr. Schweinorg. Against my better judgment, I believe we should proceed. I have never been unable to match a Wand to a Wizard before and I don't intend to fail now."
He went to a different side of the shelf, pulling out one wand in particular. "Here we are. I believe a more reserved Wand would be the best choice. Same wood, Unicorn hair –"
I barely brushed it with my finger before it emitted a bright light and blew up his counter, sending shards of wood flying everywhere.
"....I'll pay."
Why did it feel like that was going to be something I said many more times today?
[***]
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Chapter 457:
The ride back up had been significantly more mundane. In fact, it was mostly an intersection of lifts that pulled it back through whatever connections to that place were set up and deposited us right back at the start.
But now, I was seated in a very high class office, away from the 'normal' Goblins.
Across the desk was a Goblin of particular note, he hadn't introduced himself yet, but I was making assumptions by the way Griphook was deferring to him and standing silently to the side.
The Goblin sitting down was reading over a few documents.
"Mr. Schweinorg." The Goblin at the desk finally set his things to the side. "I am thrilled to make your acquaintance."
"Yes, you sound absolutely thrilled." I replied in the same dry tone he used.
"I assure you; this is my excited face." His expression didn't change at all. "By no means am I annoyed by the amount of paperwork I anticipate will come about due to your presence."
"Well, I'm glad that I made your day then." I smiled cheerfully.
I think it took every ounce of his control to not let out an exasperated sigh. "Mr. Schweinorg." He punctuated again. "I will not hide the truth from you, your Grandfather's status as our oldest recorded client does lend some favorability your way."
"I sense a but coming along there."
"You request a Goblin Sword, yes?"
"That's what I told Griphook." I nodded.
The Goblin across from me tapped his sharp nails together. "If it were any other Wizard, I would not even give this request a consideration."
"Right, is it about money then? I just found out that I'm particularly wealthy in your currency, so have at it."
He twitched slightly, holding back an obvious grin. But there was an obvious age and wisdom there that allowed him to keep his composure.
"It's not a matter of price."
"That's a bold-faced lie."
He cleared his throat. "I should elaborate. Griphook informs me that you are....unaware of certain Wizarding World knowledge. What do you know of Goblins, Mr. Schweinorg?"
"Nearly nothing." I confessed.
It's funny, from what I have discovered, I don't think he'd be nearly as polite with me if it weren't for Zelretch. Griphook admitted outright that Goblins hate 'Wizards', so there was no reason to entreat with me so....directly.
He took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes. "Shall I spare you the history lesson then? Suffice to say, we goblins view Possession differently than Wizards."
"I assume you're not talking about Ghosts."
"No." His lips thinned. "Due to our history and surprisingly good working relationship with your family, I am finding it in myself to be candid with our position on the subject."
"Didn't my Gramps just deposit money and not touch it for the entire time?"
"As I said, a good working relationship." He grinned.
"....what are the annual fees like?"
"Excellent." He didn't elaborate.
Surprisingly, I preferred to deal with money grubbers over schemes. Well, that isn't to say he's not scheming, but he's just scheming to get the gold in my vault which was.....refreshing in its simplicity.
As much as I coveted things I believed to be mine, I also respected the direct desire and was more than willing to let go of gold if it got me what I truly wanted.
"Please enlighten me to what poses a problem in my request." I gestured for him to continue.
"We Goblins don't believe in permanently selling away items we forge, Mr. Schweinorg." He returned to his normal expressionless face. "All items are rightfully ours regardless of what the person who purchased it believes."
"....so you're loaning them?" I quirked an eyebrow.
"You may consider it that way." He didn't deny it. "My distaste for Wizards does not make me ignorant of our cultural differences. Wizards believe after they buy one of our hard-forged items, it is theirs forever, and to pass down to their descendants. We consider this theft, Mr. Schweinorg. For us to even consider your request, you will need to understand that when you die, whatever you gain will be required to be returned to our hands."
Okay, that's kind of funny in my circumstance. But I was also a bit curious about the details. "I imagine that the Ministry –" As I learned that's what they called their government. "—doesn't agree with your idea of ownership?"
The corners of his lips pulled back into a frown. "You would be correct. This has led to us cutting back on selling our services to Witches and Wizards since the previous War. That has, of course, caused the stolen objects of ours still circulating to become rather expensive."
"Which I would assume you will base your own costs on."
He merely smiled, with sharp teeth showing.
"And I would assume that it's not just a handshake and promise to give it back after I die?"
"As you would expect, it is difficult to keep a promise from a dead person. Especially when the laws don't agree with our own." He nearly growled.
"Geas then?" I offered.
He blinked. "Do you mean a Magical Contract?"
"Is that what they call it here? Then yeah."
"....the term Geas hasn't been used in many centuries." He looked at me weirdly.
"So that matter is settled." I clapped my hands. "Shall we talk about design?"
"There is...one more matter to discuss before we consider your request, Mr. Schweinorg." He stopped me in my proverbial tracks. "Jewelry and other bits and bobs are one matter, but you are requesting a sword."
"....yes?"
"I am Bank Manager Ragnuk, Tenth of my name." He introduced himself. "I am also the third best Smith for the Goblin nation." He sounded rather proud. "I will personally be conducting this forging if I agree." He iterated. "However, you will not find a Goblin willing to make a weapon of Goblin Silver to someone unworthy. I will not have a Wizard flailing around with one of my creations just to...flaunt around like a peacock."
I felt slighted.
I stood up, and in one quick motion, drew Mirage from within my Ring and slashed it horizontally.
Ragnuk's eyes widened briefly. His stoic demeanor faltered as he realized what just happened.
Magical Energy wafted off my blade as I held it at my side.
He slowly turned his head back to see a large section of the wall just above his head behind him had been cleaved away.
"I will not claim to be a master." I produced the sheath for my sword, clicking it inside. "But these are the hands of a Swordsman."
".....you will be paying for damages. He said softly.
"Take it out of my vault." I snorted.
Seemingly, just as I said that, the sound of something bursting filled the room, then water began falling out from the new crevice that revealed part of the canyon the bank was connected to.
Water started spilling onto the floor.
Ragnuk twitched something fierce, but he didn't comment. "I believe it is time to begin negotiations. Please convince me, Mr. Schweinorg." He tapped his fingers together.
I didn't even offer gold. Instead, I withdrew several different Ingots of metals. Orichalcum, Ebony, Moonstone, Corundum, just to name a few, and stacked him on his desk.
I casually sat back down in my chair, feeling very relaxed. "Very well, let's negotiate."
Though, the look of greed in his eyes as he marveled at what I had just plopped on his desk told me that I had already won.
[***]
I hummed to myself as I walked down the street, without much of a care in the world. Yasaka was right, this was a very nice mini-vacation. I really needed something like this after everything that happened.
I had a specific few things I needed to do, but I nearly missed something interesting. If not for Sir Wiggles grabbing at my hair, I would have walked past a certain shop in particular!
Magical Menagerie.
There were several cages lining the window with a variety of animals I've never seen before.
Even if Sir Wiggles didn't seem to want to go inside, I was sufficiently intrigued.
The only other person inside was presumably the shopkeeper, an Older woman wearing rather cliché Witch attire.
Big pointy black hat and everything.
I could practically hear the 'TM' when I read the name of the store.
I asked around a little bit, and apparently, he was the only Wand Seller for Britain.
Did that speak of good things, or bad things?
I guess we'll find out.
Pushing the door open, the sound of a small bell rang out. I slowly turned my head to the side to see a strange old man invading my personal space, staring at me rather intently.
"....good afternoon?"
"Curious." He eyed me.
"I can tell you what brand of lotion I use if you're that interested."
He didn't react and just continued to look at me strangely. "You are a face I've never seen before." He then stepped back.
"First time here." I admitted. "Want to get myself a wand. I heard good things."
He blinked. "Pardon, are you saying you're here for your first wand?"
"....yes?"
He looked at me again. "Curious."
"Is it?"
"Most curious."
"I feel like you're saying that to look mysterious."
Rather than be offended, he seemed amused by my words. "You have never used a wand?" He asked.
"Not really." I shook my head. "They're not something we used back home."
"And where are you from if I might ask?"
"Japan." I said offhandedly.
"Ah." He stated as if that was enough. "I have heard about their use of other methods such as Bracelets or Rings or what have you." He sniffed haughtily ever so slightly. "It will never replace a good Wand, but to each their own."
"If you say so."
He clapped his hands, adopting a smile. "What a wonderful event then! The only time Adults have graced my door is when their wands inadvertently have been broken or stolen. Never have I had someone so old come to me for their first wand. This is quite exciting. Oh, where are my manners." He held out his hand. "Garrick Ollivander."
"Wilhelm henry Schweinorg." I returned the greeting with a handshake.
"Schweinorg, you say?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Is there something wrong?"
"Most curious."
I felt myself twitch slightly. "So, how does this work? Do I just pick whatever color suits me? Maybe something that matches my eyes?"
"I'm afraid this is nothing like picking out a handbag, Mr. Schweinorg." He chuckled. "No, the Wand chooses the Wizard."
"Are Wands sexist?"
"Pardon?" He blinked in confusion.
"You said they chose Wizards, what about Witches?"
His lips quirked up. "I like to believe wands don't care about gender. I merely assumed on my part when giving that statement. If you would prefer, I don't mind referring to you as a proper Witch."
Oh, I liked him.
The walls were lined with small boxes, some of them without lids, some with. An all manner of Wands laid about. "Anything in particular I have to do? Maybe a jig to earn their attention? I can recite some poetry if that helps."
"That will be unnecessary, Mr. Schweinorg, the point is for the Wand to want to join you. For that, It would be in our best interest that they have a good impression of you."
"Ouch." Just right for the jugular there. "How sentient, are they, exactly?"
The more I heard about this, the less I thought they were like Wands from what I was referencing.
"Oh, nothing like that." He quickly reassured me with a chuckle. "However, a bond between a Wizard and their Wand is something special." He said rather vaguely.
"Neat." I shrugged. "Shall we begin?"
"Let us." He nodded. "And which wand is your Wand hand?"
"That depends on what you're referring to as my Wand."
"Well, I believe it would be the same in this case." He quipped.
I blinked, realizing that he wasn't slowed down at all by my little dirty joke. "Right hand, but I can use my left hand, if that means anything." Not that I would consider myself ambidextrous, just something I picked up from my training.
"Hmm, that does help." He turned to shift through the many Wands on the shelves until he looked like he found what he was looking for. An engraved casing with what looked like gold on the top. "Here we are, this one has had a previous owner. I believe it will be a good match for someone past their formative years. An experienced Wand for an Experienced Wizard. Black Walnut, Dragon Heartstring, 9 and 1⁄2 inches."
He handed it over to me.
As soon as I held it in my hand, I felt it try to siphon my Magical Energy.
No, that wasn't quite accurate. If it was attempting to do that, my Magical Resistance would act up and counteract something so simple. My Magical Resistance was inert at the moment, because it wasn't breaching my body. It was....gently coaxing my ambient Magical Energy into it, like a greeting, almost.
I couldn't hold back my curiosity and cast a Structural Grasp on the Wand.
What I saw surprised me. It was full of tiny runes all carved out along the inside. I could see the materials used, and every single groove meticulously carved into every facet of the piece.
Honestly, it was beautiful.
Even Medea would have nothing but good things to say about the craftsmanship. Hats off to Ollivander if he's the one who made this, he's a true artisan.
"Well? Give it a flick."
I looked up at Ollivander who looked at me expectantly. "Just...flick it?"
"Of course, how else will we know if it's the right Wand for you?"
"Alright..." I held it between my fingers and flicked it.
The building shook, and Ollivander quickly ducked for cover. I flinched at the magical phenomenon that occurred from my wand.
Ollivander slowly climbed back to his feet, and we both stared at where the wall to his shop used to stand.
"....you needed some natural light in here anyways."
He stared at me.
He slowly took the wand from my hands and put it back into its box. "....I believe this is not the correct wand for you, Mr. Schweinorg. Against my better judgment, I believe we should proceed. I have never been unable to match a Wand to a Wizard before and I don't intend to fail now."
He went to a different side of the shelf, pulling out one wand in particular. "Here we are. I believe a more reserved Wand would be the best choice. Same wood, Unicorn hair –"
I barely brushed it with my finger before it emitted a bright light and blew up his counter, sending shards of wood flying everywhere.
"....I'll pay."
Why did it feel like that was going to be something I said many more times today?
[***]
A/N
Sorry for delay, just dropped a 9k+ word chapter on P.a.t.r.e.o.n. So it took awhile.
That being said, if you want to support me or read 9 chapters ahead, please visit my p.a.t.r.e.o.n.c.o.m / astoryforone
Chapter 457:The ride back up had been significantly more mundane. In fact, it was mostly an intersection of lifts that pulled it back through whatever connections to that place were set up and deposited us right back at the start.But now, I was seated in a very high class office, away from the 'normal' Goblins.Across the desk was a Goblin of particular note, he hadn't introduced himself yet, but I was making assumptions by the way Griphook was deferring to him and standing silently to the side.The Goblin sitting down was reading over a few documents."Mr. Schweinorg." The Goblin at the desk finally set his things to the side. "I am thrilled to make your acquaintance.""Yes, you sound absolutely thrilled." I replied in the same dry tone he used."I assure you; this is my excited face." His expression didn't change at all. "By no means am I annoyed by the amount of paperwork I anticipate will come about due to your presence.""Well, I'm glad that I made your day then." I smiled cheerfully.I think it took every ounce of his control to not let out an exasperated sigh. "Mr. Schweinorg." He punctuated again. "I will not hide the truth from you, your Grandfather's status as our oldest recorded client does lend some favorability your way.""I sense a but coming along there.""You request a Goblin Sword, yes?""That's what I told Griphook." I nodded.The Goblin across from me tapped his sharp nails together. "If it were any other Wizard, I would not even give this request a consideration.""Right, is it about money then? I just found out that I'm particularly wealthy in your currency, so have at it."He twitched slightly, holding back an obvious grin. But there was an obvious age and wisdom there that allowed him to keep his composure."It's not a matter of price.""That's a bold-faced lie."He cleared his throat. "I should elaborate. Griphook informs me that you are....unaware of certain Wizarding World knowledge. What do you know of Goblins, Mr. Schweinorg?""Nearly nothing." I confessed.It's funny, from what I have discovered, I don't think he'd be nearly as polite with me if it weren't for Zelretch. Griphook admitted outright that Goblins hate 'Wizards', so there was no reason to entreat with me so....directly.He took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes. "Shall I spare you the history lesson then? Suffice to say, we goblins view Possession differently than Wizards.""I assume you're not talking about Ghosts.""No." His lips thinned. "Due to our history and surprisingly good working relationship with your family, I am finding it in myself to be candid with our position on the subject.""Didn't my Gramps just deposit money and not touch it for the entire time?""As I said, a good working relationship." He grinned."....what are the annual fees like?""Excellent." He didn't elaborate.Surprisingly, I preferred to deal with money grubbers over schemes. Well, that isn't to say he's not scheming, but he's just scheming to get the gold in my vault which was.....refreshing in its simplicity.As much as I coveted things I believed to be mine, I also respected the direct desire and was more than willing to let go of gold if it got me what I truly wanted."Please enlighten me to what poses a problem in my request." I gestured for him to continue."We Goblins don't believe in permanently selling away items we forge, Mr. Schweinorg." He returned to his normal expressionless face. "All items are rightfully ours regardless of what the person who purchased it believes.""....so you're loaning them?" I quirked an eyebrow."You may consider it that way." He didn't deny it. "My distaste for Wizards does not make me ignorant of our cultural differences. Wizards believe after they buy one of our hard-forged items, it is theirs forever, and to pass down to their descendants. We consider this theft, Mr. Schweinorg. For us to even consider your request, you will need to understand that when you die, whatever you gain will be required to be returned to our hands."Okay, that's kind of funny in my circumstance. But I was also a bit curious about the details. "I imagine that the Ministry " As I learned that's what they called their government. "doesn't agree with your idea of ownership?"The corners of his lips pulled back into a frown. "You would be correct. This has led to us cutting back on selling our services to Witches and Wizards since the previous War. That has, of course, caused the stolen objects of ours still circulating to become rather expensive.""Which I would assume you will base your own costs on."He merely smiled, with sharp teeth showing."And I would assume that it's not just a handshake and promise to give it back after I die?""As you would expect, it is difficult to keep a promise from a dead person. Especially when the laws don't agree with our own." He nearly growled."Geas then?" I offered.He blinked. "Do you mean a Magical Contract?""Is that what they call it here? Then yeah.""....the term Geas hasn't been used in many centuries." He looked at me weirdly."So that matter is settled." I clapped my hands. "Shall we talk about design?""There is...one more matter to discuss before we consider your request, Mr. Schweinorg." He stopped me in my proverbial tracks. "Jewelry and other bits and bobs are one matter, but you are requesting a sword.""....yes?""I am Bank Manager Ragnuk, Tenth of my name." He introduced himself. "I am also the third best Smith for the Goblin nation." He sounded rather proud. "I will personally be conducting this forging if I agree." He iterated. "However, you will not find a Goblin willing to make a weapon of Goblin Silver to someone unworthy. I will not have a Wizard flailing around with one of my creations just to...flaunt around like a peacock."I felt slighted.I stood up, and in one quick motion, drew Mirage from within my Ring and slashed it horizontally.Ragnuk's eyes widened briefly. His stoic demeanor faltered as he realized what just happened.Magical Energy wafted off my blade as I held it at my side.He slowly turned his head back to see a large section of the wall just above his head behind him had been cleaved away."I will not claim to be a master." I produced the sheath for my sword, clicking it inside. "But these are the hands of a Swordsman."".....you will be paying for damages. He said softly."Take it out of my vault." I snorted.Seemingly, just as I said that, the sound of something bursting filled the room, then water began falling out from the new crevice that revealed part of the canyon the bank was connected to.Water started spilling onto the floor.Ragnuk twitched something fierce, but he didn't comment. "I believe it is time to begin negotiations. Please convince me, Mr. Schweinorg." He tapped his fingers together.I didn't even offer gold. Instead, I withdrew several different Ingots of metals. Orichalcum, Ebony, Moonstone, Corundum, just to name a few, and stacked him on his desk.I casually sat back down in my chair, feeling very relaxed. "Very well, let's negotiate."Though, the look of greed in his eyes as he marveled at what I had just plopped on his desk told me that I had already won.***I hummed to myself as I walked down the street, without much of a care in the world. Yasaka was right, this was a very nice mini-vacation. I really needed something like this after everything that happened.I had a specific few things I needed to do, but I nearly missed something interesting. If not for Sir Wiggles grabbing at my hair, I would have walked past a certain shop in particular!Magical Menagerie.There were several cages lining the window with a variety of animals I've never seen before.Even if Sir Wiggles didn't seem to want to go inside, I was sufficiently intrigued.The only other person inside was presumably the shopkeeper, an Older woman wearing rather cliche Witch attire.Big pointy black hat and everything.I could practically hear the 'TM' when I read the name of the store.I asked around a little bit, and apparently, he was the only Wand Seller for Britain.Did that speak of good things, or bad things?I guess we'll find out.Pushing the door open, the sound of a small bell rang out. I slowly turned my head to the side to see a strange old man invading my personal space, staring at me rather intently."....good afternoon?""Curious." He eyed me."I can tell you what brand of lotion I use if you're that interested."He didn't react and just continued to look at me strangely. "You are a face I've never seen before." He then stepped back."First time here." I admitted. "Want to get myself a wand. I heard good things."He blinked. "Pardon, are you saying you're here for your first wand?""....yes?"He looked at me again. "Curious.""Is it?""Most curious.""I feel like you're saying that to look mysterious."Rather than be offended, he seemed amused by my words. "You have never used a wand?" He asked."Not really." I shook my head. "They're not something we used back home.""And where are you from if I might ask?""Japan." I said offhandedly."Ah." He stated as if that was enough. "I have heard about their use of other methods such as Bracelets or Rings or what have you." He sniffed haughtily ever so slightly. "It will never replace a good Wand, but to each their own.""If you say so."He clapped his hands, adopting a smile. "What a wonderful event then! The only time Adults have graced my door is when their wands inadvertently have been broken or stolen. Never have I had someone so old come to me for their first wand. This is quite exciting. Oh, where are my manners." He held out his hand. "Garrick Ollivander.""Wilhelm henry Schweinorg." I returned the greeting with a handshake."Schweinorg, you say?" He raised an eyebrow."Is there something wrong?""Most curious."I felt myself twitch slightly. "So, how does this work? Do I just pick whatever color suits me? Maybe something that matches my eyes?""I'm afraid this is nothing like picking out a handbag, Mr. Schweinorg." He chuckled. "No, the Wand chooses the Wizard.""Are Wands sexist?""Pardon?" He blinked in confusion."You said they chose Wizards, what about Witches?"His lips quirked up. "I like to believe wands don't care about gender. I merely assumed on my part when giving that statement. If you would prefer, I don't mind referring to you as a proper Witch."Oh, I liked him.The walls were lined with small boxes, some of them without lids, some with. An all manner of Wands laid about. "Anything in particular I have to do? Maybe a jig to earn their attention? I can recite some poetry if that helps.""That will be unnecessary, Mr. Schweinorg, the point is for the Wand to want to join you. For that, It would be in our best interest that they have a good impression of you.""Ouch." Just right for the jugular there. "How sentient, are they, exactly?"The more I heard about this, the less I thought they were like Wands from what I was referencing."Oh, nothing like that." He quickly reassured me with a chuckle. "However, a bond between a Wizard and their Wand is something special." He said rather vaguely."Neat." I shrugged. "Shall we begin?""Let us." He nodded. "And which wand is your Wand hand?""That depends on what you're referring to as my Wand.""Well, I believe it would be the same in this case." He quipped.I blinked, realizing that he wasn't slowed down at all by my little dirty joke. "Right hand, but I can use my left hand, if that means anything." Not that I would consider myself ambidextrous, just something I picked up from my training."Hmm, that does help." He turned to shift through the many Wands on the shelves until he looked like he found what he was looking for. An engraved casing with what looked like gold on the top. "Here we are, this one has had a previous owner. I believe it will be a good match for someone past their formative years. An experienced Wand for an Experienced Wizard. Black Walnut, Dragon Heartstring, 9 and 12 inches."He handed it over to me.As soon as I held it in my hand, I felt it try to siphon my Magical Energy.No, that wasn't quite accurate. If it was attempting to do that, my Magical Resistance would act up and counteract something so simple. My Magical Resistance was inert at the moment, because it wasn't breaching my body. It was....gently coaxing my ambient Magical Energy into it, like a greeting, almost.I couldn't hold back my curiosity and cast a Structural Grasp on the Wand.What I saw surprised me. It was full of tiny runes all carved out along the inside. I could see the materials used, and every single groove meticulously carved into every facet of the piece.Honestly, it was beautiful.Even Medea would have nothing but good things to say about the craftsmanship. Hats off to Ollivander if he's the one who made this, he's a true artisan."Well? Give it a flick."I looked up at Ollivander who looked at me expectantly. "Just...flick it?""Of course, how else will we know if it's the right Wand for you?""Alright..." I held it between my fingers and flicked it.The building shook, and Ollivander quickly ducked for cover. I flinched at the magical phenomenon that occurred from my wand.Ollivander slowly climbed back to his feet, and we both stared at where the wall to his shop used to stand."....you needed some natural light in here anyways."He stared at me.He slowly took the wand from my hands and put it back into its box. "....I believe this is not the correct wand for you, Mr. Schweinorg. Against my better judgment, I believe we should proceed. I have never been unable to match a Wand to a Wizard before and I don't intend to fail now."He went to a different side of the shelf, pulling out one wand in particular. "Here we are. I believe a more reserved Wand would be the best choice. Same wood, Unicorn hair "I barely brushed it with my finger before it emitted a bright light and blew up his counter, sending shards of wood flying everywhere."....I'll pay."Why did it feel like that was going to be something I said many more times today?***A/NSorry for delay, just dropped a 9k+ word chapter on P.a.t.r.e.o.n. So it took awhile.That being said, if you want to support me or read 9 chapters ahead, please visit my p.a.t.r.e.o.n.c.o.m / astoryforone
