Unforgettable

2011

*Mr. Ollivander-Riddle TM*
Setting: July 31, 2011; Ollivander's wand shop, third person POV...

"At least tell me we're getting pay for the jingle this time," Enid begs her

"Afraid not," Jemima sighs out heavily, "we're getting doing it in exchange for a new wand to replace your broken one."

"Hey!" She snaps at me, "your brat is the one who broke it."

"I'm aware," she replies dully, "he's four Enid," she tells her, "it was an accident, he did apologize-and he's still learning."

"Enid Riddle," comes a rough voice as the sound of a ladder comes rolling in out of nowhere roughly, "and Jemima Potter-"

"You're good old man," Enid says with a quirk of a smile to her face

"What number wand will this be now Ms. Riddle?" He asks her as he examines the wand

"It's not my fault this time," she wines to him, "this little-" she cuts herself short and let's go of Scorpius, "he broke it."

"Ah," Ollivander starts as he eyes the boy, "a curios one..."

"Yours I presume Ms. Potter," he says not looking up from the boy

"Indeed," she confirms, "he doesn't fully understand the word 'no' yet."

"At first when you contacted me about this arrangement," he tells them as he goes lookin* through wand boxes, "I didn't see a point in a commercial jingle-when I-get customers coming in every year for school and replacements," he admits, "but then," he continues as he bring a box to the counter, "Gisele and Guinevere thought it best to at least hear what you had in mind-"

"..." Enid quickly put the wand down as it causes the glass in the store windows to break

"I think not," he says quickly as he goes to look for another wand and continues what he was previously saying, "after hearing the one you did for Bertie Bott's," he adds in as he brings another, "course we didn't know Riddle TM would be you two-"

"This is my wand!" Enid declares, "don't touch it," she growls at the four year old as he clings to his mother's legs-hiding behind them, "hm..." she hums in thought, "didn't take as long as it did the last time."

"Alright," Ollivander sighs out, "let me hear what you have."

Once Enid puts her wand safely away, they get their instruments out and start to play the jingle for him as he just stands before listening and not giving any form of like or dislike towards the song. All is quiet between them as they stand waiting for some sort of response or reaction from him towards the song...

"It'll do," he tells them with a smile

"Great," Jemima replies with a relieved smile on her face, "and could you please not tell anyone about me and my boy?"

"Now that," he tells her, "will cost you seven gallons

"I've only got three on me," she tells him

"Go on," he tells them with a smile as he take one from her
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Setting: August 2011; unknown location, Jemima POV...

"I still can't believe we didn't get commissioned, for the song," Enid wines

"Seriously," I sigh, "you're still harping on that?"

"Yes," she exaggerates, "we need money."

"That was weeks ago," I tell her annoyed, "so get over it already."