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With the different array of writing utensils and the different colors they come in, Philippa always wondered why none of the wizarding shops ever sold pencils. Just plain and simple drawing pencils were all she needed and yet the only ones that were ever available were quills of the norm and some in the most outrageous shapes. Sighing, she walked around Hogsmeade for just a little longer before she came up to Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop. Tilting her head up at the shop sign, she shrugged her shoulders and with some reluctance entered the shop. Quiet and with just a few customers, Philippa didn't think that she was going to find anything useful or anything that she would use. Not that quills were useless but when it came to sketching it was just better to have something that would do the job. Walking down the first and then the next aisle, she skimmed through the different types of parchment and journals before coming across the quills. Taking up almost three-fifths of the store, it was hard to imagine that there could be so many variety of quills.
Although it was only mid-noon, she was getting tired rather fast. Having only came to Hogsmeade just two hours prior, Philippa assumed that it was because she had no food in her system. Craning her neck over and above the shelves, she found the odd clock staring back at her just behind the store counter. As she read the time of 12:57, her eyes caught a quill out of the corner of her left eye. From her view point, it looked ordinary and nothing too special but yet here she was walking away from the color feathers to come upon this one. Like any standardized quill it was about 6 inches long made from a feather of a horn owl. Rather than being the normal brown though, it was grey in color with highlights of black and white. If that wasn't the kicker, it was the tip of the quill that made it all the more eye-catching. Instead of being pointed and sharp like the others, this tip was dulled down like one of her sketching pencil would be. Although it used the same ink as any other quill, it had a special spell on it (as she read from the sign beneath it) that ensured it wouldn't drip nor would it make splotches. Picking up one of them, Philippa weighted it in her hand before testing it out on the used parchment on the shelf.
With a few simple strokes, Philippa wrote her name and although the lines weren't thin and sharp, it still looked more like a pen than a pencil. However, because of the dullness and the design of it, the lines were more raw and scratchy. Drawing a few more lines and doing a bit of sketching, she found that even though it couldn't shade the sketch is much like the pen-drawing of one. It had the feel of a felt-tipped marker that the muggles sometimes used. A glance at the price tag though, she reluctantly put it away. Knew it would be too good, she thought with some disappointment. As much as she liked it though, the thought of paying for a quill that was four times as much as a regular quill was just a bit out of her range. Even as she wanted to get away, Philippa couldn't help but stare at it once more.
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