The small group chatted amiably as they proceeded toward Ollivanders’ famous Wand Shop.
They pushed open the aged door, causing the familiar bell to chi, and stepped inside the cramped, dusty interior.
Garrick Ollivander sat slumped behind his counter, his head actually resting directly on the wooden surface. He looked utterly drained and completely exhausted from the morning’s intensive work.
Hearing the distinctive wind chis announcing new custors, he forced himself to sit upright with visible effort.
He imdiately recognized the arrivals and managed a weary smile.
"Erwin," Ollivander greeted, his voice thoroughly exhausted. "You’ve finally arrived. If you have any similarly ambitious plans in the future, please provide advance warning—like when you casually order fifty wands simultaneously! Don’t catch completely off guard like this morning. I’m genuinely, thoroughly exhausted."
Erwin replied with mild amusent, "So has your entire inventory actually been depleted, Mr. Ollivander?"
Ollivander’s eyes widened with professional pride despite his exhaustion. "How could that possibly be? I am a master wandmaker! My inventory could never be completely emptied by any demand!"
Erwin chuckled at the predictable response. "That’s reassuring to hear. Now, one final special custor is patiently waiting to select her personal wand."
Ollivander’s gaze shifted to study Sunny Finch standing beside Erwin with obvious curiosity. "Is she also a student from the Eastern magical communities?"
Erwin nodded confirmation. "Indeed. This is Sunny Finch—arguably one of the most talented students Kunlun has produced in recent generations."
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