"What's the longest wand you've got here?" "What's the longest wand you've got here?"
Yup. HE SO WOULD.
Oh god, is he compensating for something? I DON'T WANT TO KNOW.
""Well, in the wizarding world you can't just barge into a wand shop and yell 'POWER!'."
*sniggers*
"Oh, God. I bet you know all sorts of pointless trivia about 'the wizarding world', don't you? If cars chose their riders you'd have a Reliant Robin."
I bet James secretly has read all the books and is engaged in shipping wars on-line.
"Mr. Ollivander, who was disliking this customer more by the second, bowed and scurried off to find the shortest wands he had."
Hehehe.
And speaking of Reliant Robins:
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“I’m not entirely sure about this,” James said as they walked over to the Reliant Robin. “It’s a Reliant Robin.”
“It’s a spaceship,” Richard said. “Driven by the Stig.”
“Shut up, Hammond. You only wanted to ride with the Stig ‘cause you were worried about your bits,” Jeremy said.
“I still am, actually!” He replied. “Wouldn’t you?”
Jeremy was slightly worried about his bits being driven around by the Stig in a spaceship, but he wasn’t going to admit it. “Of course not.”
The Stig was waiting by the car, and opened the door for them in a ‘come in’ gesture.
“There’ll be no leg space at all!” Jeremy said, only now realising the full horrors of the vehicle.
“I call shotgun,” Richard said quickly.
“Oh, great, so instead of just having no leg space, I will have no leg space *and* and May on my lap in every short corner!” Jeremy said, as he got into the car.
“Stop moaning Jeremy, you decided that we’d take the bloody spaceship.” James followed him into the car.
Richard wasn’t looking forward to this trip at all. Jeremy was already complaining before it had even begun, and they would be travelling in one of the silliest cars ever made.
Or perhaps not. “It’s, wow. It’s a lot more spacious than I expected,” He said, looking around in the huge room they were in now.
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Yup. HE SO WOULD.
Oh god, is he compensating for something? I DON'T WANT TO KNOW.
""Well, in the wizarding world you can't just barge into a wand shop and yell 'POWER!'."
*sniggers*
"Oh, God. I bet you know all sorts of pointless trivia about 'the wizarding world', don't you? If cars chose their riders you'd have a Reliant Robin."
I bet James secretly has read all the books and is engaged in shipping wars on-line.
"Mr. Ollivander, who was disliking this customer more by the second, bowed and scurried off to find the shortest wands he had."
Hehehe.
And speaking of Reliant Robins:
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“I’m not entirely sure about this,” James said as they walked over to the Reliant Robin. “It’s a Reliant Robin.”
“It’s a spaceship,” Richard said. “Driven by the Stig.”
“Shut up, Hammond. You only wanted to ride with the Stig ‘cause you were worried about your bits,” Jeremy said.
“I still am, actually!” He replied. “Wouldn’t you?”
Jeremy was slightly worried about his bits being driven around by the Stig in a spaceship, but he wasn’t going to admit it. “Of course not.”
The Stig was waiting by the car, and opened the door for them in a ‘come in’ gesture.
“There’ll be no leg space at all!” Jeremy said, only now realising the full horrors of the vehicle.
“I call shotgun,” Richard said quickly.
“Oh, great, so instead of just having no leg space, I will have no leg space *and* and May on my lap in every short corner!” Jeremy said, as he got into the car.
“Stop moaning Jeremy, you decided that we’d take the bloody spaceship.” James followed him into the car.
Richard wasn’t looking forward to this trip at all. Jeremy was already complaining before it had even begun, and they would be travelling in one of the silliest cars ever made.
Or perhaps not. “It’s, wow. It’s a lot more spacious than I expected,” He said, looking around in the huge room they were in now.