Douglas's first visit at Ollivander's
Date: 29th of June
Douglas stepped into the store, the bell jingled over his head and the planks under his feet creaking. The room that he stood in was pretty small and dimly lit, There were highs bookshelves along the walls but instead of books there was wand boxes.
Douglas started walking towards a counter but stopped in the middle of a step when he heard a large bang from in between two bookshelves. Then a man with long gray hair appeared, he had brown eyes, glasses, a small golden watch and an old and wrinkly face. He wore a long brown robe with a white blouse under and big, brown boots.
"Oh, and who are youuu?" The man asked "I'm Mr. Ollivander."
"Uhhh" Douglas started clearly surprised by the situation. "I'm Douglas, Douglas Lind."
"Well then Mr. Lind, I suppose you're here to buy your first wand am I right?"
He didn’t wait for an answer but walked up to a shelf before reviewing its content.
He reached for a box with his bony and wrinkly hands before opening it and handing the wand to Douglas.
“Try this one, 29.4 cm, oak, quite bendy, dragon heart string.”
Douglas took the wand and swung it lightly. Sparks came from the wand and red string flew out of the top decorating the room.
“Oh no, not that one!” Ollivander shouted before grabbing the wand from Douglas’s hand. “Certainly not that one!” He put the wand back into the box and closed it before placing it in the bookshelf again.
“Hmmm, what about this one…” He muttered before pulling a wand box out of the shelf, opening it hand handing the wand to Douglas. “25.8 cm, cherry tree, barely flexible, phoenix feather.” Douglas’s took the wand with a firmer grip now and swung the wand with a determined face and greater force. This time the lanterns hanging from the roof exploded and three wand boxes flew out from their shelf and started chasing each other. Ollivander shouted and took the wand from Douglas before putting it back into its box and grabbing his own wand. “Reparo” He shouted and the broken lanterns repaired themselves and the wand boxes flew back into their shelf. “I don’t think that one is a good match either…” He put the box back into the shelf before crossing the room to look at another shelf. He stood there for a while before he said with a voice almost lower than a whisper. “Hmmm, I wonder…” His gaze flickered between Douglas and a wand box in the shelf but then he pulled out the box, opened it with shaky hands and handed the wand to Douglas with shaky hands. “This might be the one Mr. Lind, 31,9 cm, blackthorn wood and snallygaster heartstring.”
Douglas reached out and grabbed the wand. He slowly raised his hand and swing the wand. Suddenly gold stoft came out of the wand and surrounded Douglas before falling to the floor. “Oh yes, that’s the one that’s the one!” Ollivander shouted excitedly “Well then Mr. Lind that’s your wand, a beautiful magical piece of you ask me, beautiful!” Ollivander almost jumped forward as he walked behind the counter. “That’ll be two gallions Mr. Lind” He said with a smile. Douglas paid Ollivander before leaving the shop, now with a wand, his wand.
𝓓𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓼. 𝓛
Douglas stepped into the store, the bell jingled over his head and the planks under his feet creaking. The room that he stood in was pretty small and dimly lit, There were highs bookshelves along the walls but instead of books there was wand boxes.
Douglas started walking towards a counter but stopped in the middle of a step when he heard a large bang from in between two bookshelves. Then a man with long gray hair appeared, he had brown eyes, glasses, a small golden watch and an old and wrinkly face. He wore a long brown robe with a white blouse under and big, brown boots.
"Oh, and who are youuu?" The man asked "I'm Mr. Ollivander."
"Uhhh" Douglas started clearly surprised by the situation. "I'm Douglas, Douglas Lind."
"Well then Mr. Lind, I suppose you're here to buy your first wand am I right?"
He didn’t wait for an answer but walked up to a shelf before reviewing its content.
He reached for a box with his bony and wrinkly hands before opening it and handing the wand to Douglas.
“Try this one, 29.4 cm, oak, quite bendy, dragon heart string.”
Douglas took the wand and swung it lightly. Sparks came from the wand and red string flew out of the top decorating the room.
“Oh no, not that one!” Ollivander shouted before grabbing the wand from Douglas’s hand. “Certainly not that one!” He put the wand back into the box and closed it before placing it in the bookshelf again.
“Hmmm, what about this one…” He muttered before pulling a wand box out of the shelf, opening it hand handing the wand to Douglas. “25.8 cm, cherry tree, barely flexible, phoenix feather.” Douglas’s took the wand with a firmer grip now and swung the wand with a determined face and greater force. This time the lanterns hanging from the roof exploded and three wand boxes flew out from their shelf and started chasing each other. Ollivander shouted and took the wand from Douglas before putting it back into its box and grabbing his own wand. “Reparo” He shouted and the broken lanterns repaired themselves and the wand boxes flew back into their shelf. “I don’t think that one is a good match either…” He put the box back into the shelf before crossing the room to look at another shelf. He stood there for a while before he said with a voice almost lower than a whisper. “Hmmm, I wonder…” His gaze flickered between Douglas and a wand box in the shelf but then he pulled out the box, opened it with shaky hands and handed the wand to Douglas with shaky hands. “This might be the one Mr. Lind, 31,9 cm, blackthorn wood and snallygaster heartstring.”
Douglas reached out and grabbed the wand. He slowly raised his hand and swing the wand. Suddenly gold stoft came out of the wand and surrounded Douglas before falling to the floor. “Oh yes, that’s the one that’s the one!” Ollivander shouted excitedly “Well then Mr. Lind that’s your wand, a beautiful magical piece of you ask me, beautiful!” Ollivander almost jumped forward as he walked behind the counter. “That’ll be two gallions Mr. Lind” He said with a smile. Douglas paid Ollivander before leaving the shop, now with a wand, his wand.
𝓓𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓼. 𝓛