11 Mar 2018, 20:27
The First Wand
A boy with short, brown hair entered the tall building of Olivander's. He had heard it was the best place to purchase wands, but didn't know whether or not this place really sold wands. A burst of amazement fell onto the young muggle-born as he entered the shop, filled with boxes of wands, all different from the last. James let out a quiet breath of amazement, wowed at the sight of so many magical things. The person in front of him used several wands before managing to find the perfect one, and that even took a while.
Accompanied by a tall, Scottish women that was James' mother, James took his first steps into the true wizarding world by purchasing what appeared as simply a stick, but was actually a vessel of magical ability. "H-hello, sir." said James, trying not to stutter with each syllable. "I-I would like to purchase a wand." He said politely with a quiet, patient tone. The man at the desk, who looked quite joyful, happily reached into the tall stack of boxes, and grabbed a magenta rectangle box and pulled out a short, brownish-black stick with a thick, straight end that grew into a pointy, sharp tip. The handle looked like that of a doorknob's, containing a large, round sphere at the end that led into a short, skinny handle. "Blackthorn wood, 9 1/2 inches, unicorn hair core." The shop-keeper said, reaching out the wand to James. James looked puzzled at first, as he didn't know what exactly to do with it. "Go on, take it for a spin." said the man, still holding the wand in his hands. James grabbed the wand, flicking it downward. A storm of boxes fell from the sky, falling onto the hard floor. "Sorry!" said James continuously, trying to help pick up the boxes.
"No, no, no..." said the man, taking back the wand and placing back into the pink box it was first in. He placed the box into its proper slot, before grabbing another. One after another, and another. They'd all do terrible things to the shop, and James would always have to apologize until it felt as though he could apologize no longer.
Finally, the wand maker grabbed a navy blue box from the shelves, placing it onto the desk while the wand maker's hair now looked absolutely crazy. He pulled out a medium-length beige wand with a handle that spiraled upward into a ring that bridged into a zigzag-like handle. The tip wand slightly bended, and the bottom of the wand appeared as through it was as pointy as the tip. "11', chestnut wood, and dragon heartstring." The shopkeeper said, who now had a look of worry on his face. He grabbed it and placed into his hand. Suddenly, the young boy felt a rush of heat fell through his body. The wand felt hot in his hands, but also warm and welcoming. A small light emitted from the wand, and James began to grow strong, and no longer worried. A smile stretched across his face, not because of happiness, but relief. "Well, it seems we found the right wand." the man said, who also now had a smile on his face. He finally found a wand that suited him, and quickly placed a pile of galleons onto the table.
He ran out of the shop after purchasing the wand, spinning around in circles through Diagon alley. A big, huge smile spread across his face. He skipped through the town wearing a black coat with white fur and beige gloves made out of dragon-hide. He held his wand tightly in the grasps of his hands, skipping through Diagon alley with James' mother close behind.
~James Louis Henderson~
Accompanied by a tall, Scottish women that was James' mother, James took his first steps into the true wizarding world by purchasing what appeared as simply a stick, but was actually a vessel of magical ability. "H-hello, sir." said James, trying not to stutter with each syllable. "I-I would like to purchase a wand." He said politely with a quiet, patient tone. The man at the desk, who looked quite joyful, happily reached into the tall stack of boxes, and grabbed a magenta rectangle box and pulled out a short, brownish-black stick with a thick, straight end that grew into a pointy, sharp tip. The handle looked like that of a doorknob's, containing a large, round sphere at the end that led into a short, skinny handle. "Blackthorn wood, 9 1/2 inches, unicorn hair core." The shop-keeper said, reaching out the wand to James. James looked puzzled at first, as he didn't know what exactly to do with it. "Go on, take it for a spin." said the man, still holding the wand in his hands. James grabbed the wand, flicking it downward. A storm of boxes fell from the sky, falling onto the hard floor. "Sorry!" said James continuously, trying to help pick up the boxes.
"No, no, no..." said the man, taking back the wand and placing back into the pink box it was first in. He placed the box into its proper slot, before grabbing another. One after another, and another. They'd all do terrible things to the shop, and James would always have to apologize until it felt as though he could apologize no longer.
Finally, the wand maker grabbed a navy blue box from the shelves, placing it onto the desk while the wand maker's hair now looked absolutely crazy. He pulled out a medium-length beige wand with a handle that spiraled upward into a ring that bridged into a zigzag-like handle. The tip wand slightly bended, and the bottom of the wand appeared as through it was as pointy as the tip. "11', chestnut wood, and dragon heartstring." The shopkeeper said, who now had a look of worry on his face. He grabbed it and placed into his hand. Suddenly, the young boy felt a rush of heat fell through his body. The wand felt hot in his hands, but also warm and welcoming. A small light emitted from the wand, and James began to grow strong, and no longer worried. A smile stretched across his face, not because of happiness, but relief. "Well, it seems we found the right wand." the man said, who also now had a smile on his face. He finally found a wand that suited him, and quickly placed a pile of galleons onto the table.
He ran out of the shop after purchasing the wand, spinning around in circles through Diagon alley. A big, huge smile spread across his face. He skipped through the town wearing a black coat with white fur and beige gloves made out of dragon-hide. He held his wand tightly in the grasps of his hands, skipping through Diagon alley with James' mother close behind.
~James Louis Henderson~