Post by Austin Callahan on Jun 25, 2013 18:17:32 GMT -6
As afternoons went, the eleven-year-old boy who had spent the last eighty minutes pacing a clothing shop, clutching a crumpled piece of parchment, this would be rated as one of the worst of his young life. It wasn’t that he was unwilling towards the prospect of learning at Hogwarts, or that the thought of castle corridors thoroughly bored him, in fact, quite the opposite was true of this particular individual. What happened to have bothered the boy on this occasion was the lack of ability to summon the mystical condition of being eager to shop. To him, shopping remained a dull phenomenon that he would much rather avoid. In all forms that he could possibly repeat this gesture, he tended to shy away from such tiresome activities, being far more inclined to spend him time playing sports in the gardens, or otherwise occupying himself in a manner than he actually enjoyed. Shopping, in short, was something he did not care for, neither was it something that he put much effort into doing.
The truth was that no matter what Austin was supposed to purchase, no amount of interest was ever inspired. He repeatedly discovered a heightened sense of boredom and frustration at being 'controlled' in such an environment rather than a new-found love for the formerly despised past time. Instead of finding curiosity and intrigue at the sales in the local shops, he found weariness and impatience and instead of disappointment at the end of the day, he reveled in an overwhelming sense of relief. There were so many more worthy activities to fulfill his time and effort to than that of shopping for school supplies. Quite frankly, he still couldn't see why a servant was unable to perform such menial tasks as opposed to himself.
Still, he convinced himself, at least there was some potential interest to be found at the bottom of the provided list. That was, of course, the item that corresponded to a visit to the edge of Diagon Alley, in which wands were obtained. Surely this purchase couldn't be boring? Or, at least, he was optimistic that it'd be highly entertaining compared to the rest of the time that he grudgingly believed had been stolen from him.
Ignoring the fact that half of the list remained unchecked, he made his way towards the small shop on the left of the street, taking a few steps into the shop itself. Caution had never been a characteristic of Austin's, despite his tender age. Dropping the heavy bags he'd already accumulated through what seemed like hours of browsing. he relished the feeling of his arms operating as normal. The thought of waiting for service hardly occurred to him, having reached towards a few newly scattered wand-shaped boxes with renewed intrigue. Selecting the wand he found to be most physically attractive, he ran a hand along the wood, examining this much desired item.