Talon Vynn
Madam Malkin's Robes
Interacting with: Anyone that can spare a moment!
By the time he had been able to pry his eyes from his wand box, it was too late. Right as he looked up a pair of tape measures had decided to work as a duo against his torso. They wrapped around him in unison, tying the box to his chest and catching him off guard. He stepped back in shock and tripped over a clothing rack he hadn't been ready to navigate. He tripped and fell awkwardly to his side but the quick pain was no match for the sheer wonder he felt watching the inanimate objects begin to function on their own while flying through the air. He couldn't help it, he giggled a bit and did his best not to snort. He was just too happy to be apart of a world with such wonders. He couldn't help but see it all as the wonderful magic it was, to him even the most mundane of magic would fascinate him... for now. He struggled half-heartedly against the tapes when he noticed a third inching its way towards his feet. IF it had the chance to wrap around both of his ankles he would be stuck on the floor until someone came to help him. It wasn't too terrible of a prospect, honestly. All he cared about was his wand at the moment but, he really didn't want to disappoint his aunt by not getting the clothing she had sent him in for. Plus, they were working on something of a schedule.
"H-hey...What should we-" He was shouting a question in the general vicinity of the other kids under the assault of the tapes when a boy began fighting them back with his wand. It was all Talon needed to have a reason to try and use his own. He didn't know if a noisy spark would help in this situation but maybe it could at least free him so he could try to help the others.
If this is how the wizard world is... then I'm in! He wriggled against the tapes as much as he could, it wasn't a half bad showing. He was used to using a little force when necessary, many of his sports required it. He was able to pull the box down and out of the grip of the slender menaces. He then worked the lid off and he the wand in his right hand. Holding it again reminded him of why he had to put it back in the box in the first place. IT felt like another finger, like it was always supposed to be there. Was there a time when he didn't own a wand? He tried flicking the wand around like he had bene shown at Ollivander's but all he had managed to do in three flicks was knock over another clothing rack, untie his right shoe and gently brush the tape closest to his right side. He decided that he was better off trying to get another kid to help him. Obviously he had allot to learn and, if being a wizard was anything like the stories he heard back in the normal world then he wasn't sure he wouldn't cause some serious damage. He sat up as well as he could without arms and looked into the teeming fray of children.
"Hey, uh... Can anyone spare a moment to help?" His voice was raised but he wasn't yelling. It looked like most of them had their hands full anyways but he figured if one of them could help he could at least start working with them to free the others. All that mattered was he had his wand in hand, he had never felt more at home.
