time. mid-day

place. diagon alley & ollivanders

date. august 16th

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”Remember to look where you go.” The voice of a woman echoed through the streets, her heels clacking towards the cobblestones which filled the streets they were walking by. It made the young boy look up, just in time to dodge a man who came directly towards them with rapid steps. His eyes were placed against the papers in his hands, as he pushed through the crowds that were filling Diagon Alley.

“I’m sorry, Ma.” The young boy answered, as he looked directly up. His black fringe slowly found its way in front of his eyes, making him shake his head slightly to try and push it out. He could feel his mother’s eyes land upon him, which made him stiffen his back slightly, trying to better his posture, and he stopped the shaking. He knew that his mother would ask him to stop acting like a child, considering that he was already of age to attend Hogwarts. They had spent the last couple of weeks discussing what was appropriate for him to do now, and what was no longer appropriate for him to do, now that it finally was his time to attend the school like most of his cousins. His father did not want him to dirty their name or their family for that matter. His aunts and uncles always spoke proudly about all the things that his cousins had mastered, and how they were perfect students, and he knew that his own parents simply wished to be able to speak the same about their only child.

Voices were slowly blasting through the streets, as they got closer to the centre of the crowds. Wizarding families were standing outside the many shops, encouraging their young children to take their first steps inside and find what they needed. As his eyes wandered around, they landed upon a couple of young children, around his age. Maybe they were also going to start soon?

”What more do we need?” The tall woman stopped up outside a shop. Eeylops Owl Emporium the boy read, as his focus landed upon the shop. The owls were hanging outside, their curious head moving in all kinds of directions, as they moved their wings a little. A few of them had noticed the dark-haired boy and starred intensely on him with their large, yellow eyes. It made him take a couple of steps back, as he tried hiding behind his mother, who barely noticed him, her eyes upon the parchment that she had within her hand. ”Just the wand?”

The dark-haired male beside her nodded carefully. ”It seems like we have gotten everything else, luckily.” He commented as he closed his jacket closer around him. The man looked down upon Isaak, who already had taken his eyes off the owls - even though he did throw them a couple of sneaky looks in between - and placed them upon his parents. He had completely lost track of what he possibly could be missing for school. He already felt like they had bought everything from all of the shops - how was he even going to bring all of those things with him?

”Last stop, buddy.” Ethan said with a small smile. It made Isaak brighten up a bit himself - he knew that his father was in a good mood, whenever he called him buddy. While it only happened once in a while, he could remember all of the times where it had happened. ”What is it?” The boy asked curiously, as he tried guessing what he possibly could be missing.

”The most important thing.” Ethan started, as he slowly began moving forward in the crowd. Curiosity also moved Isaak forward, and he slowly pulled himself through the crowd, making sure to follow right after his father. Within long, they stopped up in front of a rather boring looking shop, and for a second, the boy was disappointed. ”Your wand.”

The young boy’s lips parted slightly, as to answer his father, but the man had a glimpse in his eyes that Isaak had never seen before. It made him stop up in his tracks until the little bell from the door began ringing, and a young girl stepped out. The boy eyed her shortly, the excitement in her face and the excitement in her parents face as they welcomed her out.

This was it. It needed to be done sooner and later, and he knew that there was no way around getting a wand. He could simply hope that the wand who chose him, would be something his parents could be proud of. The green eyes wandered back towards them, as they both gave him an encouraging nod. Encouraging him to finally take a step forward, into what was now his future, but soon was going to be his present.

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The bell rang slightly when the young boy stepped a foot inside the place. A smell of dust hit his nose, as he grimaced slightly, but it didn’t halt him in taking a step forward towards the counter. The dark green eyes flickered around the many boxes, simply wondering how many wands the man could possibly have. There had to be at least a million inside the store, right?

”Welcome to Ollivanders,” A deep voice greeted, which quickly made the dark-haired boy put his attention upon the man. He eyed him shortly, before he moved closer to the counter, trying to figure out what words he should say. He wanted to seem proud and brave, but honestly, he just wanted to get it over and go out to his mother and father as soon as possible. “I predict that you are here for a wand?”

The young boy nodded slightly, as he looked upon the man. He had already picked out one of the boxes behind him and had begun opening it. “Well, what is your name?” He asked, after a bit, as he pulled the polished wand up from the box, and throwing a glance upon the boy, before he gave him the wood piece.

”Isaak. Isaak Blackthorn.” He answered, as he gladly took the wand. He placed it in his hand, firstly noticing how soft, yet warm it was against his skin. Yet, it felt wrong. The boy tried flicking softly with it, and nothing happened. Of course, he wasn’t sure what to expect, but from the look on the man's face, it wasn’t correct. “I suppose that alderwood might not be suitable for you.” The man mumbled, as he reached out after the wand and placed it down into the box again.

After a few seconds, the man began moving away from the counter, and the young boy slowly followed him. ”I’m sorry, but, how do you know when a wand is suitable?” The boy carefully asked as he followed Ollivander around in the store, as he pulled out different boxes, collecting them together. “Well, that is hard for the untrained eye. But, you know you have found the correct wand when it simply feels… correct.” Ollivander described, not helping Isaak a lot, who stilled looked rather helpless at the many boxes the man had found.

“Don’t worry, it is normal that most witches and wizards try at least a handful of different wands before they find the one best suited for them.” The white-haired man encouraged, as he placed the boxes on the table. He started off with the one on top, gently opening it and giving it to Isaak, who took a soft grip around it. He was scared of breaking it - they seemed so easy to break, but maybe it was just something he imagined?

Carefully, he tried flicking it, and gave it a little glance. It didn’t feel like how the man had described it should feet, so it probably wasn’t it. “No, that is not the one either. I suppose blackthorn-wood isn’t for you either.” He commented as he placed it back down in the box. The young boy simply stared at his movements, not sure what to say or what to do. Every single one of the wands looked the same in his eyes. They were all brown, maybe a few were darker and lighter, but were there really much else to them?

Yet, Ollivander had already found a new wand. His eyes soared a bit over it before they eyed Isaak, who quickly fixed his posture. His eyes also landed upon the wand which seemed a bit different than the other ones - it was lighter in colour, and a bit longer than what he had pulled out before. Without saying a word, he reached the wand forward so Isaak could take it. The boy carefully took it. It seemed no different from the other wands that he had just held, but the wandmaker’s encouraging gaze made him try and flick it slightly. Unlike the other times, this time, something happened. A little, dim light slowly began shinning at the end of the wand. It was mesmerizing, something that the young boy almost couldn’t take his eyes off, and it made him smile slightly. A calm sensation fell over his body, and the warmth from the wand felt calming against his hand. So, this was what the man had meant when he said that it just felt correct.

“Looks like you have been picked.” the man commented, as he began making the box, that the wand had been laying in, ready so the boy could take it with him. “Aspen wood, and unicorn hair.” He continued, as he looked up towards the boy. “Aspen-wood usually pick strong-minded and determined people, and they excel at duelling and other martial arts,” The words flooded out of his mouth, as Isaak tried to catch every part of the explanation that he gave. “Unicorn hair creates a faithful wand, that produces consistent magic.”

After a bit, the man had packaged the box and placed it on the counter for Isaak to take. He reached out, picking it up gently, as he placed the wand within the box, not fully sure what else to do. Instead, he let his gaze fall upon Ollivander, who smiled towards him. “I am sure that you and that wand is going to fit exceptionally well.” He commented, before leaving to help another customer who had arrived.

Isaak simply nodded for himself, as he looked down towards the wand box in his hands, gently stroking his thumb over it. His most treasured belonging, the start of something new. Now, he just needed to show his parents it too. Would they be proud of the wand that had chosen him? Would his father call him buddy once more, and would his mother smile as reassuringly as she usually did when she was happy? There was only one way to find out. Without much thought, the boy began his way towards Diagon Alley once more, to show his parents what he had obtained.

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Isaak - #800000 | Esther - #356746 | Ethan - #12341D | Ollivander - #1B3D81

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