I thought there were a lot of quotable bits; fun fic.
Oh yes.
“Er, before we, uh, um, start choosing one,” Milo stammered awkwardly. “There’s something I’ve been, ah, meaning to ask of you, Mr. Ollivander.” “Yes?” he said softly. Gods, but this guy is weird. “Your store name – I mean, Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 BCE – well, it’s just that, er…” “Yes?” “Shouldn’t – shouldn’t Ollivanders have an apostrophe in it?” Milo said, and instantly regretted it. Mr. Ollivander chuckled, slowly and irregularly. It was a disconcertingly unnatural sound. “Not if it’s plural,” Ollivander said. Milo swallowed nervously.
“Er, before we, uh, um, start choosing one,” Milo stammered awkwardly. “There’s something I’ve been, ah, meaning to ask of you, Mr. Ollivander.”
“Yes?” he said softly. Gods, but this guy is weird.
“Your store name – I mean, Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 BCE – well, it’s just that, er…”
“Yes?”
“Shouldn’t – shouldn’t Ollivanders have an apostrophe in it?” Milo said, and instantly regretted it.
Mr. Ollivander chuckled, slowly and irregularly. It was a disconcertingly unnatural sound.
“Not if it’s plural,” Ollivander said.
Milo swallowed nervously.
That was good, but the blood was better.
I thought there were a lot of quotable bits; fun fic.
Oh yes.
That was good, but the blood was better.