The ever-steady lull of slow days at Raveendran's Wand Shop continued. With the school rush behind her, Dhanya knew there wouldn't be a lot of customers for a while. As she saw it, the wand maker's year had two heigh points: the four weeks leading up to the beginning of term at Hogwarts and the four weeks leading up to Christmas. Outside of that, very few people bought wands. It was a shame really, but she didn't know what could be done about it. The rest of the year, she had to supplement her income by accepting commissions for other types of magical woodwork.
Today, she was working on a staff that a wealthy pureblood had ordered for ceremonial purposes. It was actually a fun little project. She'd never made an object capable of casting spells as large as this, and she doubted that it would be very efficient or pleasant to use, but it certainly looked impressive, even in its half-finished state. She'd gotten to use mango wood for it, which was very much a favourite material of Dhanya's to work with. Maybe she should make a second one of these for display purposes? See if anyone else would buy one? She certainly wouldn't mind making a couple more. They were fun.
Having finished a tricky area of ornamentation, Dhanya got up and vanished some of the wood chips and find dust that was sticking to her trousers and blouse. Some had even gotten onto her dupatta. She made a cup of tea, then checked the display in the front window. Everything was in order, like it always was, but Dhanya didn't feel entirely satisfied. Maybe, if she did something different with the window more customers would come in? She could never decide if displaying her carved woodwork pieces and non-traditional wand core materials was a good of a bad thing. Some customers seemed to really like it while others judged the quality of her work as inferior to that of British creators. Perhaps, if she didn't make it so evident that her approach to wands was unconventional for Britain, that would help with getting more work?
She bit her lower lip and peered down at the items on display. Yes, definitely. The little sculptures and masks probably needed to go. She reached down and picked up two of the items, relocating them to a shelf in the back of the shop. That was better. Just wands and furniture items. Nice, safe and boring, just like most of the patrons who liked to shop around here.
Dhanya returned to her carving. How late was it? Oh, only quarter past eleven? She still had a long day ahead of her. She resolved to do another two or three hours before checking up on Galen Yardley across the road. Her fellow shopkeeper had been missing quite a few days recently. Dhanya wondered if he was well. For as long as she'd known him, he'd always been a little fragile, but lately he seemed to be missing even more work than usual.
She lost herself in thought, not even noticing when somebody finally entered the shop. Had the bell even sounded? Oh well, it didn't matter.
"Good Morning, is there anything I may help you with, Madame?"