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an aggressive sneeze bursts out of kousei, echoing throughout the empty shop and disturbing the fine layer of dust covering the shelves upon shelves of wands waiting to find their wizards. his mentor of the moment, an ancient wizard currently holed up in the back of the shop, banged on the door. “excuse me, sorry!” kousei replied, whispering a simple charm right after so his voice would carry to the old man’s ears. korea’s wandmaker was a stickler for proper manners, habits kousei had admittedly let die during his travels.
at least he had something to look forward to today. the wandmaker’s grandson, yangheon (or something along those lines, kousei hadn’t quite caught the name) was supposed to be coming around soon to both relieve kousei of his shop-watching duties and provide a tour of wizarding seoul. mudang-ri, at the very least. kousei was excited to meet him, excited to have someone who could possibly be a friend. he wondered what the wandmaker’s grandson would look like - would he hold the same traditional values as the wandmaker himself? would he be the exact opposite? kousei hoped they could get along, no matter what. worst case scenario, he was one of those extremists customers gossiped about, and in that case kousei wasn’t sure what he would do.
no matter what the wandmaker’s grandson was like, the waiting was killing kousei. the shop had been empty all day. he glanced at the clock on the wall. ten minutes ‘til he was scheduled to arrive. this was going to feel like forever. more than anything, kousei hoped the wandmaker’s grandson was the type to show up early.
