Talkative old man

The two wait for a few minutes for Ollivander to return, the man kicks open a door and unsteadily walks in while carrying a large pile of boxes. Ciri walks over to help him as Reima watches with anticipation, he doesn't really want a wand and doesn't want Ciri to have one either as they, as wielders of the Elder Blood don't require one... If they learn with one they'll most likely become dependant on them, this wouldn't fit well with either of their combat styles, and while Reima already has his own kind of magic, Ciri does not and this will be her first experience learning real magic.

The old man manages to lower the large pile of boxes onto the counter with Ciri's help, a wayward box slides off but is caught by Reima... Unfortunately as soon as his hand touches the wood casing it explodes spectacularly into Turquouise, Black and Dark Red Flames.

Ciri and Ollivander duck behind the counter as the shards and ashes of the wooden box and it's contents shoot of and destroy a nearby window, shelf and door... They cautiously peek their heads over and see Reima still standing there with his hand outstretched, not even if clothes seem to be ruffled. He scratches the back of his head and sheepishly mumbles an apology, "Sorry..."

Ciri "You're sorry? After causing an explosion? Look at the store!" he exclaims while pointing at the damaged room.

Ollivander glances at her, "No need to worry... This is not the first nor the last time this will happen, matching wands with their intended is a rather... Chaotic process. Although, I've never seen a wand explode without even being touched before."

Reima "Yeah... Do I have to pay for that?" he says clapping the leftover ash from his hands.

...

Ollivander seems to ponder for a moment before shaking his head, "For you? No... You two are... Magnificent." he says with a look wonder gleaming in his cloudy eyes.

The duo just stand looking at him in confusion, magnificent? Where did that come from.

Ollivander "Ah, you must be confused by what I mean... Well, it's not everyday you encounter young wizards and witches with more power than the current greatest wizard alive. I have a rare talent you see, they call it "Mage Sight"... There are many theories on hoe to obtain it, inheritance, practise and so on but I digress... You two, shine for lack of a better word." he says looking at them and hardly blinking.

Ciri repeats, "Shine?"

Ollivander "Indeed, indeed, you understand I see. For every other witch and wizard their magic comes from their magical core, what that is exactly is a complicated subject but it's location always remains the same." he says as he points to his stomach, just under his belly button. "You two however don't appear to have one." he says slowly walking closer to Ciri, his eyes wide and glancing over her entire body. "It's magnificent... How your bodies appear to be completely magical, from my perspective you look the exact opposite of muggles... Almost blindingly so."

Ciri "Will this cause issues using magic?"

He smiles widely putting his white teeth on display, "No, in-fact it's the complete opposite! Do either of you know why we require wands to use magic?"

The duo shake their heads, attentively awaiting his explanation.

Ollivander "Wizards use wands as an extension of themselves, they channel magic through their mundane blood, to their wands and express their magic... With our bodies... Not normally being magical we are unable to use magic without a magical Catalyst, of course there are exceptions but those only belong to the strongest of us."

Ciri "What makes wands so special?" she asks curiously

Ollivander seems to visibly perk up as he answers, "Inside of every wand exists an extremely magically potent material, usually taken from a magical animal... My wands usually only contain Pheonix feathers, Dragon Heart Strings and Unicorn hair due to the compatibility to most British wizards. You'd find a completely different selection in say... Greenland?" he grins when they tense up.

He continues, "To use magic you need to be magical, but humans are innately mundane... There are many discussions on why we can use magic but it all comes down to the magical core, the thing you two appear to lack? Or maybe it's not visible under the sheer amount of magic you both project."

Reima brows furrow at this, this is one of the problems with his makeshift solution to stop his aura. His excess magic is breathed out making him extremely easy to notice to magically attune people, this isn't all however... Due to his method of suppressing his magic by circulating it round his body his magic can easily be spotted if someone wishes to look. Usually he wouldn't mind but he's trying to stay under the radar, he sighs. Maybe this'll draw attention away from Ciri?

Ciri speaks up, "You've built the tension up enough, shall we find wands?"

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Ollivander smile seem to dim slightly, "That's just the problem... I have not a clue what wand you can or should use, in my own professional opinion you'd most likely not even require a wand to use magic."

Reima crosses his arms, "We need a wand to attend Hogwarts..."

Ollivander shakes his head, "Ok... If you two insist." he says as he grabs a box off of the table and opens it revealing a wooden stick... "These are the only wands I've made that might work, young miss, give it a try. Oh wait! Before we start, could you both give me your names?"

Reima looks at him confused, "Err, why?"

Ollivander seems to shrug, "So I know who to charge the damages to." he says bluntly