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Narration | Galadriel Speaking | Galadriel Thinking | Other Speech
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The soft ding of a bell resonated throughout the store as Galadriel stepped through, Edric Aarakor, her father, close behind her. It was a special occasion, that her father was able to spend time with her. Normally, her father was always at work- after all, it's not as if magical occurrences in muggle areas just erased themselves.

"So this is Ollivanders..." A surprised Galadriel did a slow turn to absorb the old shop's interior decor. I guess I didn't really know what to expect, but I thought there would at least have been more... grandeur.

Galadriel's father closed the door gently behind them, a squeak erupting from the hinges as it closed shut firmly. "Indeed- you know, I got my wand here, as well." He replied.

Galadriel turned towards him, eyes sparkling with excitement and curiosity. "What do you suppose I'll get?" She inquired. She knew that the wood, core, and length- basically, everything about the wand depended on your own characteristics. She hoped her wand would be something flexible and strong- good for casting complex charms.

"We'll find out... now." Galadriel's father smirked at Galadriel's confused expression.

"Ah, Miss Aarakor. I had a feeling you would be visiting today- and with your father, what a treat!" An old man tapped Galadriel's shoulder.

Galadriel flinched, and whirled around on the man. "Who are you?" She exclaimed- though she already knew, from what her parents had told her.

The old man smiled. "I would tell you, but it seems you already know. Smart child. Now, how about you follow me farther into the shop and I'll get you set up with a wand?" Mr. Ollivander, without waiting for a response, toddled farther into the shop, not even glancing behind to see if Galadriel was following.

Galadriel glanced at her father for permission. "Aren't you coming with me to see what wand I'll get?" She asked, phrasing the part about getting the wand as a statement, not a question. It was conceited, she knew, since there technically was no guarantee she would get a wand- but honestly? She had some serious doubts about her not getting a wand, considering she was from a pureblood family, she got a letter from Hogwarts... Yeah alright, she was just using that to justify her snobby remark.

Galadriel's father chuckled nervously. "Actually, I'll wait for you here, at the front of the shop. Sometimes, shopping for wands can get a bit... messy." He answered cryptically, before making a shooing gesture, indicating he wanted Galadriel to follow the man.

So Galadriel turned around and walked deeper inside the shop, her heart pounding. This is so exciting! I wonder what Father meant by 'messy'... Galadriel had her suspicions, but she decided to keep them to herself. After all, it was fun to get to experience new things- even if she did prefer knowing about them beforehand.

"Took you long enough!" An impatient Mr. Ollivander was waiting beside a wooden table, tapping his fingers against the wood and looking at his wrist, pretending there was a watch there. "I'm just kidding. Anyways, try out this wand- twenty-six centimeters, chestnut wood, and unicorn hair!" Mr. Ollivander gestured to a smooth black rectangular box sitting primly on the table.

Galadriel hesitantly approached it, her father's words about it being 'messy' still dominating her thoughts. She picked up the wand and stared at it intently.

An amused noise came from the shopkeeper. "Go on, give it a wave." Mr. Ollivander teased.

Galadriel lifted the wand and gave it a small, hesitant flick. A shattering noise came from a lamp light that was hanging on the wall. Galadriel stared, open-mouthed. Was this what her father meant by 'messy'?

Guess that one's not it! Try this one, 34, 8 centimeters, aspen wood, dragon heartstring! The wandmaker, seemingly unfazed, cheerfully grabbed another wand box and shoved it at Galadriel, who was still recovering from the shock.

Guess the first wand isn't the wand for me. Honestly, I'm relieved... Galadriel nervously opened the second wand box and retrieved the wand inside. This wand felt... cozy. How would she describe it? Like when you've been away from home on a work trip, and you finally crash inside your house. It felt wonderful.

Mr. Ollivander was watching her expression carefully. "Give that one a flick." His voice instructed, a small smile playing out on his lips.

Galadriel, this time with no reservations, gave the wand a large, confident flourish. Immediately, golden dust poured out of the wand and surrounded her, before fading away into nothing.

Mr. Ollivander clapped his hands in excitement. "Wonderful! That sadly wasn't much of a challenge, but at least you got your wand, eh? That'll be two galleons, please." He held out his hand expectantly.

Galadriel pulled two Galleons from her pocket and handed it over to the shopkeeper. She placed the wand back inside the box it had come in and slowly backtracked towards her father.

Galadriel and her father left the store together, Galadriel one step closer to becoming a full-fledged witch.

OOC: Note this is forward-dated to a week after Galadriel receives her Hogwarts letter.