georgettexollivander

[georgettexollivander]

influences: georgette ollivander;;

creating characters is a highly personal experience for me. a lot of myself is put into them. which brings me to the badass who protects herself emotionally at any cost. i don’t have the experience of literally being dropped on the doorstep by my parents, but may have been by my father. the complex thoughts she has about her parents stem from the one i (don’t) have with mine. her love of garrick roughly mirrors my mom who did all she was able to do for me. she encouraged me, is proud of the things i excel in (like georgette with her wand making) but gave me warnings when necessary.

due to her abandoned issues she doesn’t know how to interact very well. she says the wrong thing without meaning to, she only believes in her ability to make wands but doesn’t believe she’ll succeed anywhere else despite her intelligence. where i want to believe in love i made her go on the other side of the spectrum because i have the same thought: if my parent could leave me behind why would anyone else want me?

all that being said, georgette is very much herself when it comes to her style, closeness with a small amount of people she would do anything for, she’s stronger than she gives herself credit for, she loves education which has followed her past her time at hogwarts and she doesn’t apologize for who she is. these are characteristics i share but also aspire to be.

i also get ideas from my search through gifs and photos. i don’t know many actors but am super picky before settling on a face claim. emma mackey was a no brainier.

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why georgette?

i once wrote an ollivander but there was a skeleton for her. not to say skeletons are a bad thing but i wanted to create one i could really get into — and georgette is completely different than the other ollivander i wrote. this is all combined with how there’s never an ollivander in most roleplays but i truly feel they’re an incredibly important family. when i have written about her feelings concerning the store it’s how i feel. the attack affecting the wand shop gave me such intense feels that i found myself choking up as i believe she would have. that one thing she loved was attacked. that’s highly personal. i simply love her and the depth i’ve given her. i’m proud of her character.

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extra influences;;

georgette playlist.

georgette & gideon playlist.

pinterest.

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gideon​:

Not the time Gideon thought as he listened to Georgette. She still didn’t realize she was deserving of love, let alone any attention, even though he had argued that she did for the better part of the past 10 years. “Well I do promise. What are you gonna do? Report me to the promise police? Send me to promise prison? Please don’t, my mum would be right pissed” He said, chuckling as he ran his untouched hand through his tousled hair.

“Ah yes, working for the totally not corrupted and infiltrated Ministry. The one that had little to no response to the public attack. The backbone of the magical community” Gideon mocked, rolling his eyes. Yes, he loved his job and what he was able to do for a living. But he also felt a ting of guilt for working for what he knew as the enemy. Or at the very least housed the enemy. Pulling himself out of his own thoughts, he turned to Georgette, asking “how did the store fair? It is clearly still standing, or you have gotten remarkably good at illusions.”

“Promise police? The only thing more absurd is a promise prison.” Georgette smirked. “I don’t know that your mum would want to hear about you being thrown in any sort of prison from someone like me. Even if it was Azkaban.” She lightly laughed but was terrified of being around anyone’s parents. Even the families that came into the store to get their child’s first wand. She was fine with her birth parents not being around but a small piece of her yearned for a hole that would never be filled. She didn’t know how parents reacted to things so ...she just laughed.

Changing the subject, Georgette pushed Gideon’s hand to mess his hair herself. “That looks better. Especially that bit sitting up in the back. Suits you.” He was always so put together, Georgette enjoyed doing anything to make him uncomfortable. How long will it take him to fix it? Would have been a great time for a stopwatch.

As much as Georgette hated everything about politics, she still supported Gideon’s choice to work at The Ministry — in her own way — but she felt a surge of anger inside her as she listened. The Ministry needed more people like him rather than the ones everyone knew were there. Rather than that it appeared it was only getting worse. “Look,” Georgette moved her hands through her hair this time and rested her elbows on her thighs, “They need you, not the other way around. You know that or else wouldn’t still be there.” She left a beat. “But you’re taken advantage of which is horse shit, Gid.” Georgette looked at him, leaning her chin on her hand. “If any of those cowardly assholes do anything to you, they’re dust.” She caught his eyes. “I’ll go to promise prison for that one. Guaran-fucking-teed.”

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gideon​:

She was spooked. Gideon knew the minute she had turned around so quickly when he tapped on her window. But hearing it, her confession of fear… made it more… real? Gideon made a mental note that he would not stray to far from London, in case there was another attack, he would be able to be there. Protect her.

“You could say I had a feeling” he said, allowing his eyes to meet hers. He smiled, relaxing as they fell into the familiar but comfortable space together. “Yeah, I don’t know” he smiled, “I guess I figured you were ok? But I finally had time to step away from work to get over here” he instantly felt the sting of guilt. He should have made it a priority. But the night of the attack, he had been sent to Hogsmead by Dumbledore, in case there had been another attack.  He offered her his hand, palm up, missing the warmth her hand had given him when he helped her along the roof moments ago. “I’m sorry you had to go through that Georgette. I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure it doesn’t happen again” he said, offering a smile. Maybe he could tell her tonight, but in the pit of stomach he questioned himself. As he had for the past 14 years.

“Sorry. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, Gid. I’m a one-woman fire waiting to happen. I’ll set them ablaze.”Georgette strained a smile. She didn’t want him to worry about her. She didn’t want anyone to worry about her — if her own parents didn’t care to worry then no one else should. “You know me. I’ll be good.” Her stomach churned uncomfortably. Georgette didn’t want to be alone but it was incredibly hard for her to say, yes, I need you.

A small sigh sat in Georgette’s throat. “You seem to have a feeling quite often,” she looked at him. She didn’t know how but he had always shown up when she needed someone — and wouldn’t reach out.

How did he know? What does it mean to have “a feeing”? How did he keep up with everyone who needed someone? Surely she wasn’t the only one.

“I am okay — I was okay — I’m —“ she stumbled. “You were right, I was okay.” Georgette put her arms out and ran her fingers up them, “See? A-okay.” Physically she was okay, anyway. “Besides, work is important. You know I know that. I don’t blame you for anything. Besides, you’re here now.” Georgette looked at Gideon and gave a soft smile. “You know there’s no way to never let something happen again. I know you want to promise it but…” she trailed off in thought. “Your help is more needed for the masses than this old place.”

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violet​:

“More for me then!” Violet said, responding to Georgette. She wished she hadn’t found as much comfort as she had in the bottle since…what happened… but she had. The use of alcohol to lull her to sleep has waned quite dramatically in the past few years, but she still found comfort every so often in the familiar burn in her throat. 

Recalling how many if any bottles she had at home, she was pulled back into the current reality when Georgette exclaimed she would handle the wands. “Fair enough. The sheer number of them gives me anxiety.” Violet held her hands up, feigning surrender, as she lightly stepped around the edges of the shop, before coming to a empty spot near the door. Maybe getting Georgette out of the store for a bit would be best.

“I can manage that…. have you ever been to Odette’s? Its this new muggle restuarant, but they have some trace of magic cause the food is impeccable.” Closing her eyes, remembering the last time she ate there, “and they have this chocolate cake, that if its your thing, you cant miss.” She placed her hand on the newly repaired door knob, opening the door to the street bustling with activity, saying “common, its on me” before holding stepping through the door frame. 

Georgette eyes shifted down and she gave a short chuckle at Violet’s response, saying there would be more for her. Georgette wouldn’t want anyone to drink or use drugs, but she wasn’t one to judge them unless it impacted her. She didn’t have control over what other people did, but she made the choice not to pick up the bottle. Cigarettes as a vice suited her just fine. Her oral fixation was satiated with every puff, her jittery hands had something to do, the deep breaths helped soothe her -- she was happy with that, she didn’t need anything else.

“I imagine the volume of wands would be too much for most anybody. I would give anything for them to not be across the floor like they mean nothing but I get to have more time with them.” Georgette looked at Violet, “I sound crazy, huh?” She laughed to herself. She wasn’t crazy but, for once, Georgette needed to find the silver lining in this case otherwise she would fall apart.

“I’ve never heard of it. A muggle restaurant? Please tell me that means we get to leave all this magic bullshit for a little while.” Georgette loved the magical world but it’s like she was suffocating and wanted to escape. She looked around with a lump in her throat. I’ll be back and take care of you soon, sending those thoughts to her beloved shop and walked out the building.

“Make it worth my while?” Georgette asked, closing the door gently. I promise I’ll be back.

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Ollivander’s was getting back to as normal as it was going to be. It was different. There was no way it could go back to exactly the way it was but she was feeling more and more comfortable with how it was coming along. Her type A personality meant everything needed its place and she needed to know exactly where everything. Arranging the wands was a time consuming process but brought Georgette a thrill. She got to touch wands she never had. There were wands that fell behind the shelves. Georgette knew they were there but hadn’t been able to touch them. She learned an immense amount just sitting on the floor, surrounded by wands she was finally able to introduce herself to. The wands in the store had been family to Georgette and she loved them dearly. She was in her absolute element and didn’t hear the bell ring.

“Cutie?” Georgette replied, still sitting on the floor and looking up at Avery. “Original.” She knew who he was. Well, she knew him by look but mostly through her talks with Evie and how they may be betrothed. That was all she needed to know to not trust the man as far as she could throw him. But he came in looking for help with wands. She couldn’t turn him away for that. Well ...she would see if she was interested.

Standing up, Georgette wiped her hands on her jeans, leaving dust behind. She walked toward Avery and hit him with her shoulder as she walked past him to the desk at the front of the store. There couldn’t be anything he could ask her that would be interesting. He looked slimy, arrogant and a general scum bag. On Evie’s behalf, she wanted to get her wand out to cause damage ...but she didn’t. Business was business.

Georgette rolled her eyes as she closed them and took a deep breath. “What do you have for me today? Avery.” She made sure to emphasize his name because, yes, she knew who he was even though he wouldn’t know she had any ties to Evie.

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He rolled over when he woke and reached for his wand as he always did first thing to open the curtains without getting up, but his hand met an empty bedside and after some patting blindly on the wood he cracked an eye open to see his wand definitely wasn’t there. “Fucking…” he muttered to himself as he got up and checked the floor around his bed but… still no wand. It was a mystery he wasn’t in the mood to pursue so early in the morning so he put the thought off until after he had fed Ash.

The backdoor was charmed to allow the dog access to the garden, and he couldn’t get beyond the fence. It was out there that Avery found Ash, digging a hole. “Hey, breakfast,” he said, stepping forwards and stopping when he saw just what his dog had been about to bury. “Fucking hell, that’s my wand. Give me that.” He wrestled it back and only now, stood right over the hole, did he see it. “What the actual fuck, Ash?” There in the hole, were another four wands. “They’re not sticks, idiot.” He sat down and indulged Ash in the pets he was vying for. “I’ve raised a thief. I’m so proud.” Closer examination of the wands told him three he didn’t recognise at all while the fourth had a distinctive pattern he was sure had belonged to, well… someone he had killed. He bent down to pick it up, ignoring Ash growling at him, but the moment he touched the wand it banged like an explosion going off, causing Ash to race back inside and leaving red welts over Avery’s hand.

Later that day, he went to Diagon Alley. He had tried a few different things, from levitating the wands out of the hole to wearing his dragon hide gloves while handling them but he had never known wands could be so violent towards a person and while he had never been afraid of pain it was certainly annoying. So he went to ask at Ollivander’s. “Alright, cutie,” he said with a wink when he walked in. “I have a question about wands.”

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Georgette’s love of books had never changed. Her small room had books to the ceiling. It was a shock that the floor hadn’t fallen through yet. It was only a matter of time but it would be worth it. Aside from her wands, it was books and writing that made her heart race with excitement. She hadn’t gotten a new book in some time and felt that she deserved to treat herself at Flourish and Blotts.

It was quiet. Quiet was something Georgette needed. It seemed like everything around her had been so incredibly loud that she couldn’t think straight. Every sound echoed in her ears. There was hardly anything that took her away from that. Just broaching the entryway put Georgette at peace. She placed her messenger bag in one of the overly large chairs and headed to the shelves. Naturally she went toward the books about wands then hesitated. She remembered her conversation with Gideon about the stars and constellations. 

Not entirely sure why it seemed to be such a big factor on the book she would get, Georgette went to the astronomy section, touching the spines of each book before one stood out to her. Of course when she went to pick it up, her hand hit someone else’s, making Georgette stiffen. Physical contact was bad enough but not knowing who made it worse. Luckily it was some innocent looking girl and Georgette took in a deep breath. “Um, thanks.” Georgette forced a smile. “This one looked particularly interesting.”

Flourish and Blotts was always a favorite spot for Lily. It had been her first real introduction to the magical world. Well, besides Severus. It still brought back that feeling of excitement. That feeling of excitement. Of being right where she should be. It became common after she started her healing training that she would come her and leave with an arm full of books every week. While it might seem odd, it really wasn’t. There was more downtime than one would think while she was on duty. Even if there wasn’t much downtime, she needed time to decompress once she was home. It made sense just to read. So, another trip to the bookstore it was. 

She was moving down one of the aisles, eyes scanning the titles as she moved. One caught her eye and she reached for it, hitting the hand of another. It was only then she realized someone else was there with her.  “You take it,” she said with a small smile. She already had three books and she was sure there was another in the shop for her. Even if not, she already had a good number. “I already have plenty.” 

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evie:

It was strange how much seeing him again stirred up old feelings in Evie. It had been so many years and yet, nothing had waned. Even more, it wasn’t as though they had actually done anything. There were the tender looks, the hugs, the hand holding…. The two of them hadn’t even kissed. The thought alone make her cheeks burn from embarrassment. Evie didn’t know what it meant beyond all of that. Even if it was more than just two friends reuniting, what was to become of them? She was one of the daughters of the Sacred 28. Her sole purpose in life was supposed to be keeping the bloodlines pure. However, her heart was far from that predetermined plan. 

Evie let out a sigh of relief upon hearing about the wand shop. “I”m glad that it’s getting repaired. It’s awful everything that happened. I don’t know why they think it had to be…” she trailed off, knowing that this was probably not a subject they should broach in public. People had an idea that the Death Eaters were behind the attack; however, not everyone knew specifically who those people were. “I honestly don’t know. I mean… it’s so good to see him again. And I’m glad that I got a chance to talk to him and apologize for everything. But I feel stuck still. Mother’s still pushing me to go on these dates. I have one set up with Avery in a few days. And judging by how invested my father was in the date, I’m pretty sure that they’re considering a betrothal. I thought I was over him, but… I feel worse than before.”

There weren’t many people Georgette allowed herself to actually feel sympathy toward, but Evie had always been different. There was something in her demeanor that was always completely true when she talked to Georgette. There was nothing she appreciated more even if she couldn’t relate to some of the things they talked about. Like love.

While it was a relief that the store would be and on its way she passed over Evie’s statement. She was appreciative of the obvious caring, but she didn’t want to talk about it. She wanted to talk about anything else. Georgette was ready to put everything behind her -- as much as it could be put behind her. She wanted to pretend nothing happened and that the figurative and literal dust had settled. Everyone wanted to know if the store was okay or her opinion on the Alley changing or the attack in general. It was too much.

Thankfully Dirk -- Georgette couldn’t get over the name -- became the subject of discussion again. Not only for her sake but also for Evie’s. Just as Georgette didn’t have many to confide in, she knew Evie didn’t have the appropriate people to truly confide in. Perhaps that’s what drew them together to begin with.

“Avery?” She rolled her eyes. “If you need me to crash the date you know I will.” She half laughed but was serious. Evie wouldn’t be happy with someone like that. Even if she wasn’t with Dirk, being alone with herself rather than with someone and depressed would have been better. If Georgette could help that by putting her mega-bitch-self out there, she wouldn’t think twice. Fuck it if it was that Avery dumbass.

Georgette nodded while she listened but she began wondering ...what’s it like to feel the way she did for Dirk? She leaned back and whispered loud enough for only Evie’s ears, “What’s it like? The whole ...having emotions things?”

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mary:

How important is this store to you? That was a loaded question. It was everything that Mary ever wanted growing up, her own apothecary store right off of Diagon Alley. She had put in every sickle and knut that she had saved up over the years doing her classmate’s potions homework towards this shop and it still hadn’t been enough. The things she had to go through in order to keep it couldn’t be spoken out loud. If she did say it, she would crack in front of this complete stranger.

“This store is everything to me. It’s mine. I have to keep it together… fix what I can before…” she started before stopping herself. The anxiety of the attack and the store being damaged and how much was lost… All of it felt like it was rising within her. She didn’t want to think about how far back this set her in terms of debt and she definitely didn’t want to think about the debt collector. Unfortunately for her, they kept creeping up into her mind. 

“It’s…. it’s nothing,” Mary said, shaking off her wand hand and trying to grip it with the other to try to make it stop. 

Wanting to know what the store meant to Mary wasn’t only because she felt Ollivander’s was more important than anywhere else. The only reason the store had fallen into Georgette’s hands was because her birth parents were junkies and Garrick took her in. Thanks to her surname, it was the assumption she was pureblood when that wasn’t the case. Glen and Shirley were class acts -- sarcasm was a beloved part of Georgette’s survival. The only good thing they did for her was pass her off like a piece of garbage. Georgette was all the stronger for it -- unless she focused on them which prompted her to scream, cry and beat the shit out of everything at the same time.

No one could understand the meaning of a building. No one could find a comforting home literally where they lived. No one knew what it was like to hide how they shop became theirs.

But Georgette nodded. “And Ollivander’s is mine. There are some spaces that deserve respect and care. Sounds like you’d agree.” She finally entered the store and really caught a glimpse of the beauty that laid behind the rubble. “I want to say I’m surprised I haven’t been here before, but I don’t stray very far at all from my bubble.” She stopped, wiping dust from a shelf and chuckled under her breath. “Y’know. Dust shouldn’t make me smile but I’ve worked and lived at Ollivander’s so I shouldn’t be surprised.” She paused and watched Mary struggle with her wand hand. “Look, I can help with my wand if you need to keep using your hands.” There was a small pause. “I’m Georgette, by the way.”

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gideon​:

Gideon closed his eyes, shaking his head as he thought back on the countless hours they had spent in the tower. Day or night, it was usually empty, unlike the common room, and as Georgette had implied, the view was breathtaking. But Gideon doesn’t really recall anything of what was outside, as his focus seemed to always drift back to her. She had always been so oblivious of his feelings for her, he wasn’t surprised she still hadn’t put it together.

“You’ll get sick of me first,”

He heard her say softly. He looked back at her, before saying “well, I have yet to get sick of you in 14 years, I think I may have hurdled that statue of limitation” Taking a deep breath he looked at the sky. It was uncharacteristically clear for a late summer night, and the stars were out in force. “Like I can probably name two constellations up there?” he said, scoffing at his own inability to do well in astronomy when they were students.

Leaning back onto his hands, “Ok, I’ll get to the meat and potatoes of why I’m here Van. I just wanted to make sure you were ok?” I wanted to get my eyes on you. “The store seems to have survived” That is the least of my concern. “So tell me, how are you Georgette?” I love you. Gideon focused on her face, analyzing whatever he could to gauge how forthcoming she would be.

Did Georgette really believe Gideon would get tired of her? Well, yes. The truth was that he had been by her side longer than anyone -- aside from her uncle but even he was more in and out as she got older. “Fourteen years?” She lifted her head. “Damn. Are we really that old?” She asked with a slight laugh, looking in his face. They were twenty-five -- not exactly old, but fourteen years felt like an eternity. Anyone else who tried to give Georgette a chance didn’t last long -- it was only a matter of time. “Most things have a statute of limitations. I’m not quite special enough to be an exception.” She smirked at Gideon as if it were a joke but she was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

When Gideon looked back to the sky, Georgette followed his lead. Both their eyes watching into the distance. She always felt so close to the stars even though she logically knew they were beyond her physical grasp. They were beautiful, sparkling and knew no bounds. They weren’t afraid to show up to the occasion. They were everything Georgette longed to be -- at least in the comfort of her own room. “How can you know only two, Gid? The stars are the most enchanting things we can see. Maybe we need to have a study session so you can learn more than two.” Georgette smiled softly. “Anything to get away from the shit show life is right now.”

Georgette let her head fall as Gideon asked how she was. She sucked her teeth in, making that familiar sound anyone would recognize. “I’m ...fine.” She took in a deep breath. “Okay. I was freaked out. ...really freaked out. ...part of me still is but right now ...” Georgette’s forehead creased, looking Gideon in the eye. “How did you know I needed you to knock on my window tonight?”

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evie​:

Georgette was a refreshing escape from the high society expectations and decorum that Evie had to be constantly mindful of around her family and other friends. There was an understanding between the women that went mostly unsaid that they could be truly themselves around each other. It was why Georgette had been the one who she had gone to first when Barty first issued his ultimatum. Georgette was the one who she cried to whenever she finally went through with what Barty wanted of her. Georgette who she would brainstorm ideas of how to escape yet another set up by her mother. It was rare to find that kind of friend in their society, so Evie counted herself lucky to have her.

Evie peeked out at Georgette from behind her eyes. “Lust… other things. I was a whole mess. It was morning after the Diagon Alley attack. I had pulled a double shift at St. Mungo’s and thought I was hallucinating. But there he was, looking amazing. And I just…” she started, before shaking her head. “God, I’m an awful friend. I didn’t even ask how you had been. How the store is. Was there a lot of damage? I haven’t gone that way since.”

When it came to Dirk, Evie’s eyes always seemed to sparkle. It was easy to see how much she cared about him. While Georgette wouldn’t listen to anyone else about their love for someone, Evie spoke with the truth. It was obvious. Georgette would tease her, especially because his name was Dirk -- who names their child Dirk? -- but deep down, she wondered what it must be like to love someone the way Evie loved him. Most of the time, Georgette didn’t put any weight to being alone as a bad thing but once in a great while she did wonder what it would be like but ...she didn’t know where she would even start to let anyone in in that way. So she didn’t. 

The only person she freely had physical contact with was Gideon and he was Gideon. If he hadn’t been him, there wouldn’t be anyone she had comfortable contact with. Georgette would never, never, never admit it, but the older she got the more she wondered what it would be like to be kissed. She was twenty-five. There was nothing wrong that fact, but it did sometimes make her sad, but she had waited so long. What was more time?

As much as she didn’t want to talk about the Alley, she gave Evie the quick answer: “it got hit pretty hard but it’s getting back to itself -- or as much of itself as it will.” She took a gulp of her water. “Not an awful friend. I’d rather hear you dote on that silly boy.” There was a beat of silence. “Really, how are you dealing with all that?” Obviously Georgette would never have any first hand experience of such things.

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violet​:

The sudden sound startled Violet, causing her to jump, bracing herself by placing her hands against the shelf she had just repaired. “Merlin” she breathed, glancing back at Georgette. “Uhm��� “ Violet took a breath, looking around, “cleaning up and then going to grab a bite? Or a drink. A drink seems more likely”. She turned back to the next shelf, knowing she didn’t get an answer to her question about the wand placement, and began repairing that one. As the screws and wood splinters flew past her back into place, she called over her shoulder “this really shouldn’t take all that long. Probably the only time Ollivander’s being so small has worked in ones favor right?” She moved down the wall, repairing the shelves carefully, until she was standing next to Georgette. “See, shelves are done, windows repaired, now the wands” she said, looking at the pile of slender boxes before them.

Georgette had felt so torn up inside that screaming was all she knew to do. Gideon was likely the only other person she would lose her shit in front of. Evie as well. She had very few people in her life let alone anyone she would show any vulnerability to. She supposed Violet had officially entered that small circle -- except she looked terrified and shocked at Georgette’s outburst. She couldn’t blame Violet. Georgette wasn’t always ...stable. At least she felt like she wasn’t stable, but didn’t normally allow herself to wallow in that. Instead she would use it to her benefit. Not this time. Oh well. She felt a bit defeated -- until Violet kept going instead of running.

“I don’t drink.” Because of social pressures, Georgette did feel odd having to tell people she didn’t drink but she always refused to go into great detail as to why. She didn’t want to tell a sob story about being given up by her alcoholic druggie birth parents. Instead of telling that story she normally would make herself appear superior for not drinking or taking drugs. Again, Gideon and Evie were the exceptions. It seemed Violet might be put in that sphere but it all depended on how she chose to take those four words: I don’t drink. 

Quickly stepping closer to Violet with a hand raised she stopped Violet. “No, leave the wands to me!” she said urgently. “They need special care. I’ll need to do those on my own.” Making that statement gave Georgette a feeling of importance. It was only she or Garrick who could handle the wands. She was special.

“I could use something to eat. And some water,” she relented, raising her eyes to Violet. “I’m going to need some energy to handle the rest of this.”

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gideon​:

Gideon sat down beside her, stretching his legs out and leaning back onto his hands. He allowed himself to peak at the sky, before looking back at her. He watched as her eyes danced around the sky. He took a breath, seeming to ground himself, just as Georgette remarked on the similarity to looking at the stars from the old tower they had once called home.

He scoffed, replying “yeah kinda. I have a feeling I was a bit more stressed back then. Astronomy always made me manic for some reason.” He looked back at the sky, “probably cause I cant really see the constellations, or make the connections…like others”. He hoped that last pause was not caught by his friend, but knowing her, he would bet that it was.

“It’s been too long Van. And I know I have fault in that.” He gave her a smile, his eyes squinting, “But after what happened. I was…. scared. Then I heard they had actually killed someone.” He looked away, back out over the roof tops, before continuing “then Fabian had told me her name, and as bad as it sounds I was elated. I had feared the worst. I had imagined that you were out in the alley and caught in the crossfire.” He sat up, leaning over his knees, running his hands through his hair, “and I know you can protect yourself. You are one of the strongest witches I know, but also knowing that they had attacked. In Diagon. Where you were. I just felt so guilty that I wasn’t here. And I.. I don’t want that to happen again.” Gideon’s head fell, speaking softly, “I can’t even think about losing you.”

Taking in a deep breath, Georgette closed her eyes and swayed as though she was listening to the music the stars were dancing to. No one saw this side of her except Gideon. She wasn’t sure why the wall surrounding her crumbled when she was with him but it gave her a sense of relief. She didn’t want to think it was the real Georgette but maybe ...maybe. She had no way of knowing. Where she came from and how she grew up left some gaping holes in her development. She may have been twenty-five but she didn’t know as much about herself as she portrayed. But moving back and forth to the soundless music was the Georgette Gideon got whether he liked it or not.

Gideon talking about school made her smirk. “After all those years in the tower, the stars were lost on you? C’mon, Gid. It’s not hard to piece it all together, especially with a view like we had for seven years.” Georgette sighed. It made her wish they were back there. If they could go back maybe they could do something to change the future they had found themselves. “Why the hesitation there? What others were connecting? You really make no sense sometimes,” she laughed. “You’ll have to fill me in.”

With his change in tone, Georgette’s body stilled. She leaned her head to one side, listening. Obviously she knew the Alley was attacked, someone died and obviously she lived in the Alley but let him speak. The moment Gideon said he was elated, Georgette furrowed her brow and looked over at him curiously. He went on and on. She didn’t know how to respond. A lump formed in her throat. Georgette gulped and rested her head on Gideon’s shoulder. “You’ll get sick of me first,” she whispered, unsure if he heard her or not.

[georgettexollivander]

Since Georgette had gotten her mind more calm since the attack -- or so she convinced herself -- she was spending more and more time away from the Alley direct and stayed more hidden. She was smart, but not always smart. In her mind, if they couldn’t see her, they couldn’t hurt her. A very childlike way of thinking, but considering she never got to be a child in the traditional sense, she went with it.

She stood in the shadows, smoking a cigarette -- it seemed like chain smoking had been all Georgette did anymore -- when she saw Marius beating some nameless face. She didn’t know him. She knew he was a few years younger than her at school and Georgette had always set out to people watch. Based on what she had pieced together about Marius she wasn’t surprised at the scene. She just took it in with each inhale of smoke.

“Don’t appreciate shit talkers or what?” Georgette asked as her boots hit the ground.

Falling to his knee’s next to the man he had just so furiously hit, Marius sighed almost as if he were disappointed and clasped his hand around the mans neck. “Hopefully that makes thing crystal clear, now go on, fuck right off.”   It wasn’t a work thing or some sort of mission, it was just a jackass pissing Marius off.  He didn’t care much about being seen or having someone spew their opinions at him, honestly he just wanted that one guy to just shut up.  The man nodded, blood gushing from his nose, and abruptly did as Mulci said, turning and running off in the opposite direction.  “Fucker.” 

[georgettexollivander]

mary​:

Mary MacDonald was a fraud. She had been for years now. At one point in her life, her confidence and fire was real. Now, it was a mere front and a desperate attempt to hold onto the part of her that once was. The truth was that she was constantly terrified. There were things at Hogwarts that she struggled to recover from and as such, she carried that terror with her every single day. While it may have looked on the outside that she was cool, calm, and collected, it was her only attempt at trying to keep everything together.

Not that she would admit that to just anyone. Few knew of her concerns and terrors - Lily, Alastor, hell… even Sirius made the list for as much that he infuriated her. But she kept this close to her chest. Mary considered this a weakness that anyone could exploit if they truly wanted to do it. There were the obvious picks for Death Eaters but there was no telling who else could possibly be sympathizers or who could be targeting Muggles.

“I’m staying calm because being hysterical helps no one. All it does is waste time and cause more mayhem where it’s not needed,” she said as she resumed cleaning up the area without magic. Mary needed to do something with her hands that was active given that her wand hand’s tremor was starting to become slightly more pronounced.

Georgette stayed in the doorway looking around the store. Her feet were transfixed. She was thinking about Ollivanders and how she would have to see how her personal workshop held up. No one knew it was there. No one knew Georgette made her own wands. It was her special place and couldn’t find it in ruin. She kept telling herself, it’ll be fine, it’s okay, no one knew where to aim... Georgette had to believe it.

“So...” she started, “how important is this store to you?” It sounded like a threat, but that’s how Georgette spoke. She wanted to know if the Apothecary meant anything to Mary or if it was just a job for her. She didn’t know if they were in the same similar boat or not. Georgette was simply curious. She didn’t know Mary from a hole in the wall, after all.

With a nod, Georgette agreed with Mary’s statements about mayhem and hysterics. She didn’t think she was being hysterical but was definitely shaken and a little lost in space. Georgette knew things would be ...okay but she needed some time to figure out how to make it okay. As she stood there watching Mary, she noticed the girl stopped using magic. 

If there was anything Georgette knew it was wands and everything that went along with them. “Your wand hand --” she motioned and cocked her head.