23 Oct 2023, 04:51
Healing Runs in the Family
Ember | Ollivander
A visit to Ollivanders concluded the long day of purchasing the necessary materials for school. This would be different than any other store she had visited before. That had just been following a checklist of the materials she needed to purchase, a repetitive task with the most exciting part having been everything except the actual buying of items. Having spent most of her time living with her mother who was a muggle, she wasn't used to all the magic she saw around her. She wondered what her brother would think about everything she had seen. Ember knew the moment she displayed her first instance of magic that they would never be as close as they were before. But magic never really suited him anyway; he always had great aspirations in the technological field. Still, the thought that he wasn't here with her like he usually was tugged on her. She would send him an owl after this, she decided. Though she wasn't sure if that would work or not considering he was at a boarding school.
Her father was catching up with a classmate from his student days, and had urged her to enter Ollivanders on her own. The store towered before her, and her heart begin to race. Her worries were coming back to her now. What if none of the wands chose her? What if she wasn't deserving? Or even worse- what if she got a wand rumored to be for dark magic? She fumbled with the doorknob, fingers clumsy with nervousness. She was making a fool of herself. Ember pulled open the door and entered to store.
"Welcome Ms. Candlelight!"
Ember was surprised that he knew her last name- did she resemble her father that much? Or was it something else? She barely got out a response before he was already pulling out boxes of wands, and handed one out to her. The wood settled into her palm for only a moment before it was whisked away again, replaced with another wand which she was instructed to wave. When nothing happened, Ollivander took it away, murmuring to himself as he looked through a few more options. And then a final wand was placed into her hand.
"27.2 centimeter chestnut wood and dragon heart string- brittle."
This wand felt right. She gave it a wave, and glowed in her hand.
"Chestnut wood, just like your father. Seems like there is an affinity for healing, or perhaps magical creatures in your family. It is also ideal for witches suffering from an unjustified sense of insecurity."
Ember's cheeks flushed red at the last part, ducking her head to hide her embarrassment. "Thank you, I'll take good care of it." she paid for the wand, thoughts racing through her mind. Ember wanted to be a Healer like her father, and it seemed the wand had sensed just that. She hoped her dream would someday come true. This wand had seen that in her, and she would be sure to fulfill it.
A visit to Ollivanders concluded the long day of purchasing the necessary materials for school. This would be different than any other store she had visited before. That had just been following a checklist of the materials she needed to purchase, a repetitive task with the most exciting part having been everything except the actual buying of items. Having spent most of her time living with her mother who was a muggle, she wasn't used to all the magic she saw around her. She wondered what her brother would think about everything she had seen. Ember knew the moment she displayed her first instance of magic that they would never be as close as they were before. But magic never really suited him anyway; he always had great aspirations in the technological field. Still, the thought that he wasn't here with her like he usually was tugged on her. She would send him an owl after this, she decided. Though she wasn't sure if that would work or not considering he was at a boarding school.
Her father was catching up with a classmate from his student days, and had urged her to enter Ollivanders on her own. The store towered before her, and her heart begin to race. Her worries were coming back to her now. What if none of the wands chose her? What if she wasn't deserving? Or even worse- what if she got a wand rumored to be for dark magic? She fumbled with the doorknob, fingers clumsy with nervousness. She was making a fool of herself. Ember pulled open the door and entered to store.
"Welcome Ms. Candlelight!"
Ember was surprised that he knew her last name- did she resemble her father that much? Or was it something else? She barely got out a response before he was already pulling out boxes of wands, and handed one out to her. The wood settled into her palm for only a moment before it was whisked away again, replaced with another wand which she was instructed to wave. When nothing happened, Ollivander took it away, murmuring to himself as he looked through a few more options. And then a final wand was placed into her hand.
"27.2 centimeter chestnut wood and dragon heart string- brittle."
This wand felt right. She gave it a wave, and glowed in her hand.
"Chestnut wood, just like your father. Seems like there is an affinity for healing, or perhaps magical creatures in your family. It is also ideal for witches suffering from an unjustified sense of insecurity."
Ember's cheeks flushed red at the last part, ducking her head to hide her embarrassment. "Thank you, I'll take good care of it." she paid for the wand, thoughts racing through her mind. Ember wanted to be a Healer like her father, and it seemed the wand had sensed just that. She hoped her dream would someday come true. This wand had seen that in her, and she would be sure to fulfill it.