Hot Air Balloon: Ollivander's Wand Shop
Chocolate Frogs, Garrick Ollivander: Write about Garrick Ollivander.
Word Count: 353
"I see you've got your shop up and running again."
Garrick feels his heart skip a beat at that voice. Sure enough, when he turns around, he finds himself face to face with Augusta Longbottom. She smiles at him, a blush staining her cheeks as she adjusts her bold green hat.
"Luckily, yes," he tells her, returning the smile. "I was afraid the war might have forced me into retirement."
She moves closer, her short fingers grazing over the newly repaired counter. "I'm glad."
He is too, of course. The wand shop has been in his family for so long that he doesn't know what he would do without it. One day, he will pass it onto his son, and the legacy will continue.
Garrick returns the wand he's polishing to its box on the shelf before turning his attention back to Augusta. "And you, my dear?" he asks. "I heard you sent the Death Eaters on quite a chase."
She chuckles, a proud grin pulling at her thin lips. "Aye," she confirms. "They thought I was a powerless, sweet old lady."
He lifts his brows, an amused smile playing at his lips. No one in their right mind would ever mistake Augusta for such a delicate creature. "Suffice it to say you proved them wrong," he laughs, leaning against the counter. "What can I do for you, dear friend? I'm offering half off prices for any wand replacements due to the war."
Augusta plucks her wand from her bag and offers him a toothy grin. "No need for that, Garrick. I'm not here for business today," she tells him. "I wondered if I might take you to lunch."
"Take me?" he echoes. "Should it not be the other way around?"
The older woman snorts. "If I waited for you to do things properly I would have to wait at least another decade. This war made me decide to stop waiting around and go for what I want. Now, Garrick, will you go out on a lunch date with me?"
He reaches over the counter and takes her hand. "I would be delighted."