Initiation. Private to The Wandkeepers

Zephyr read the note twice when it arrived, he even turned the small piece of parchment over in his hands and stared long enough for something to happen but nothing. He’s starting to believe that some of the clubs at Hogwarts love mystery and therefore love to test their members when inviting for gathering. This isn’t the first time he received a note like this, but at least now, he could trust the authenticity of it. The first time he received a mysterious invite, he threw it to the fireplace only to find the place it mentioned in the letter. This one was easy to discern, it was from the wandmaker club and he’d been waiting for this for a while now.

Ever since the day he bought his wand, he’s been wondering about how it was created, how does it react to someone, how does it choose a person to be its owner? Or is it the other way around? All he knew was that there was sudden warmth in his hand, like a strange pull, and that was it, it had become his wand. His dad said it was normal, that it meant the wand had chosen him but no one can explain to him why. What was it reacting to? What made it decide? What even was a wand, really? He grew up in the muggle world, this is something that’s out of their logic despite having toy wands there.

So when he heard there’s a group wandmakers, students who studies wands and their cores, he signed up right away. If there was even a chance they could explain it, then he had to try. And that’s was how he ended up here. He was on his way to the boathouse, dressed in black ensemble as requested. He put his wand in his back pant’s back pocket. He reached the boathouse, eyes sweeping around the area.
There were students already there. “Hi…” he greeted the two girls.

Corra turned the note over in her hands, hoping it was enchanted and something would happen if she waited for a while. After reading the letter over and over again and examining it carefully, Corra's curiosity grew; she had to come to the boathouse or she wouldn't sleep in peace. So she rummaged through her pile of clothes (which was already in disarray) to find the black outfit she had. In fact, Corra wasn't sure she owned any black outfit. Dark blue, dark green, maroon red, oh, she found a black shorts, black stocking, and a black peacoat. Pair it with her black boots and that's the perfect outfit. Lucky me.

Corra looked at her reflection in the hand mirror she was carrying. Oh wait, i almost forgot. She put down the mirror and took off the white ribbon she was wearing. Her appearance wasn't like the typical Corra. Without her white ribbon or pigtail, Corra felt like a completely different person. Anyway, she put her wand in her peacoat pocket and sneaks out of the dorm.

Corra loves exploring. She explores around her house, her grandparents' mansion, and at Hogwarts. She had already circled Hogwarts and memorized the routes, that's why she has no trouble getting to the boathouse, even if it's getting dark. Arriving at the boathouse, Corra saw several people already gathered. Two girls and a boy who seemed to have arrived around the same time as her (yeah, maybe he came first, a little earlier than Corra).

That evening was completely silent except for the sounds of insects and animals that Corra could barely recognize. Breaking the silence, the boy greeted them “Hi…”

"Hello," Corra replied to the boy's greeting. "It's a bit windy this evening,"

The darkness of night is such a mesmerising weather for the little girl, Harumi could lose herself in it for hours, thinking about nothing and everything all at once. Tonight, however, wasn't going to be one of those nights she would spend alone, because she wanted to join the wandmakers.

----She didn't think much of it, they were probably going to meet once a week and talk about wands, that's all, right? Apparently not, because she received a letter with curious rules. Boathouse at 7.30 pm, all black clothing, bring only a wand, and tell no one. Sounds less like the rules of a wand discussion club meeting, and more like a secret community meeting, Harumi liked that, she liked anything strange, and this was strange enough to capture her interest immediately.

----It wasn't hard to find some dark clothes in her trunk, she picked the first thing she saw, a black t-shirt and a baggy black jeans, simple and follows the rules, perfect! She left the dorms and common room and started her walk to the boathouse. She purposefully left a little early, mainly to take her time in walking around and exploring.

----It wasn't long before she arrived at the boathouse, the first part she ever saw of Hogwarts that night on September 1st, it didn't seem to change much since then. She looked around for other students, when she saw 3 girls and a boy. She was already fairly familiar with the older Ravenclaw, Mirada, Harumi had joined a broom race moderated by her during March, and Zephyr was already her friend and fellow Hufflepuff. On the other hand she didn't know the other two girls well, so her first thought was to introduce herself, the first step towards a new friendship. "Hi, guys, I'm Harumi." She said quietly while waving. The calmness of the night made her feel like anything beyond a whisper was going to wake every sleeping soul up and it wasn't even late yet.

Reducio Mentions - @Mirada Johnson @Tina Carille @Zephyr Deakin @Corra Henselwood @Harumi Everdane

Reducio Dialogue | Thoughts WC: 271

Lily folded back the small piece of parchment after reading it for the third time. The mysterious words repeating in her mind. Once she'd heard about the Wandermakers club, she jumped at the chance of joining and was excited to finally get word of their first meeting. Yet, this sounding more like a cult gathering, but she quite liked this spookier aspect.

She couldn't wait to find answers about her wand. She's always wanted to know more about the core, how it works and the story behind it, and this was her chance. No more guessing, she would finally get real answers.

The letter had arrived mysteriously just now, and it had said the meeting was at 7:30 at the boathouse. The mysterious element was it's mention to wear all black and not bring anything other than her wand. Tell no one. That one was intriguing. She always loved anything mysterious, it was thrilling.

Lily changed quickly, black trousers, a black tank top with her black school robe to layer on. No jewelry as demanded which was a little unusual for her as she always had a necklace or rings. She slipped her wand into her pocket and got ready to head to the boathouse.

The castle corridors felt endless on her way here, her excitement taking over. Once she arrived to the boathouse, the night sky adding to the mysterious air, she noticed a few people had already arrived. She couldn't only see their shadows for now as they all dressed in black and the lighting was low. She took the final steps to enter, Hi, everyone," she greeted quietly.

The letter found Campion as he walked the grounds after dinner. He read the letter again, now, as he tried to pick out clothes to wear. The letter was one he excitedly awaited after signing up in the first place, though he wasn't expecting it so soon. It was growing dark, but the weather was clear. Campion donned a pair of black shorts and a black t-shirt, then his school robes on top of that. To the boathouse... he hadn't been down there since the first year boat road in September, preferring to walk the grassy bits especially at the edges of the Forbidden Forest.

Campion was especially interested in wand lore. Having done some minor research on his own wand, he found that it suited his characteristics surprisingly well. Why that was, or if others had similar experiences, was entirely unbeknownst to him. He had found exceedingly little information on his core — troll tail hair — and had to extrapolate from information on trolls, mostly. Then again, he wasn't a strong reader, and he could have missed information. This method of obtaining information suited him much better.

The walk to the boathouse was long, but his calves had grown adjusted to the stairs leading out of the cellars at this point, and he walked plenty enough in the first place. He admired the candles that lit the halls and said hello to a few portraits and ghosts. Not knowing how sanctioned the group was, he elected not to tell any of them where he was heading.

When he finally arrived at the boathouse some few minutes before 7:30pm, he noticed a few familiar faces and a few unfamiliar faces. It wasn't a surprise to see Zephyr, for instance, and some other students he had seen around the halls or in classes. There was certainly more turn-out than he was expecting, though, and that made him nervous. Before his palms could begin to sweat, he wiped them off on the exterior of his school robes.

"Hello..." he said faintly as he arrived, taking his place amongst the other students.