Madame Whitaker's Wands
The shop looks deserted as you walk in uncertainly, your footsteps easily audible. Specks from dusty shelves of wand boxes tickle your nose and you sneeze profusely. You call out a loud "Hello?" just in case the place is, after all, inhabited. The response is a shuffling from the back room and a door creaking open. In a matter of thirty seconds an elderly woman is at the desk nearby, smiling.

Roleplay (take a peep If you like)Edit



Toraka Mikazuki Mielkutė 3rd Year
-"If a deaf person swears, does his mother wash his hands with soap? "

 – 14:27, September 9, 2014 (UTC)

*she enters, grinning slightly, and waits patiently*



Nadeah Alkaev Kask 5th Year
-"-People think it's great when someone says they'd die for you...but I'd rather they live for me, too. "

 – 17:19, September 12, 2014 (UTC)

*she walks in confidently and looks around for the proprietor of the shop.*