A first wand
The bell above the door chimed softly as Juliette stepped into Ollivanders Wand Shop. She was feeling nervous, and she couldn't stop fidgeting with a loose strand of her tee-shirt. As soon as she walked inside, she could smell a strong scent of old parchment and polished wood, like any old shop has, The shop had a very solemn ambience, filled with quiet kind of magic. She could see shelves towered around her, stacked with boxes of wands. Juliette's eyes couldn't help but wander about the shelves, realising that each box was holding a wand, and she was wondering which one would choose her.
Juliette hesitated near the entrance for a few second, her eyes scanning the dimly lit shop. She glanced at her parents and the Hogwarts professor accompanying them, as if to ask permission to step more inside. But before she could move...
“Ah,” came a soft voice from behind a shelf. “A first-year, I presume?”
Juliette jumped slightly, turning to see an elderly man with silvery hair and keen eyes, looking at her with expecting eyes “Y-yes, I'm starting at Hogwarts soon” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, even if she tried to sound confident.
“No need to be nervous,” the man said with a warm voice and small smile “Let’s find the wand that’s will be your companion at Hogwarts”
Ollivers began pulling boxes from the shelves, handing her one after another. The first wand trembled weakly in Juliette's hands. The second produced a blue light at the tip when she shacked it, and the wand sent a stack of books tumbling from a nearby shelf. Juliette winced, cheeks flushing red and gave the wand back like it was suddenly on fire. It was her first time holding a wand and she wasn't sure how to feel, yet, she felt a urge of excitement, 'this is it, this is real' she thought to herself.
“Hmm,” the man murmured, then paused as his gaze landed on a particular box. “Try this one.” He said as he reached out for a box and handed the wand to Juliette.
Juliette reached out hesitantly and took the wand—35.2 centimeters, aspen wood, with a dragon heartstring core. As her fingers wrapped around the wand, a warm breeze seemed to swirl around her. A soft golden glow pulsed from the tip and the moment just felt right, like the wand was where it should be, in Juliette's hand.
The Ollivander's' eyes lit up. “Aspen wood—excellent for determined and strong-minded witches. And dragon heartstring… powerful, and a bit temperamental. But I suspect you’ll manage just fine young friend, the wand choses the wizard after all.”
Juliette smiled shyly as she glanced up at Ollivander. For the first time since stepping into Diagon Alley, she felt like she belonged to this new world she discovered a few days ago when she received her letter to Hogwarts.
As she left the shop with her parents and the professor, the wand tucked safely in its box under her arm, she began to imagine what her new school would be like, what casting spells would feel like, how she will fit among young wizards. Magic was real—and it had chosen her and for the first time in a while, she felt a strange sense of rightness.
Juliette hesitated near the entrance for a few second, her eyes scanning the dimly lit shop. She glanced at her parents and the Hogwarts professor accompanying them, as if to ask permission to step more inside. But before she could move...
“Ah,” came a soft voice from behind a shelf. “A first-year, I presume?”
Juliette jumped slightly, turning to see an elderly man with silvery hair and keen eyes, looking at her with expecting eyes “Y-yes, I'm starting at Hogwarts soon” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, even if she tried to sound confident.
“No need to be nervous,” the man said with a warm voice and small smile “Let’s find the wand that’s will be your companion at Hogwarts”
Ollivers began pulling boxes from the shelves, handing her one after another. The first wand trembled weakly in Juliette's hands. The second produced a blue light at the tip when she shacked it, and the wand sent a stack of books tumbling from a nearby shelf. Juliette winced, cheeks flushing red and gave the wand back like it was suddenly on fire. It was her first time holding a wand and she wasn't sure how to feel, yet, she felt a urge of excitement, 'this is it, this is real' she thought to herself.
“Hmm,” the man murmured, then paused as his gaze landed on a particular box. “Try this one.” He said as he reached out for a box and handed the wand to Juliette.
Juliette reached out hesitantly and took the wand—35.2 centimeters, aspen wood, with a dragon heartstring core. As her fingers wrapped around the wand, a warm breeze seemed to swirl around her. A soft golden glow pulsed from the tip and the moment just felt right, like the wand was where it should be, in Juliette's hand.
The Ollivander's' eyes lit up. “Aspen wood—excellent for determined and strong-minded witches. And dragon heartstring… powerful, and a bit temperamental. But I suspect you’ll manage just fine young friend, the wand choses the wizard after all.”
Juliette smiled shyly as she glanced up at Ollivander. For the first time since stepping into Diagon Alley, she felt like she belonged to this new world she discovered a few days ago when she received her letter to Hogwarts.
As she left the shop with her parents and the professor, the wand tucked safely in its box under her arm, she began to imagine what her new school would be like, what casting spells would feel like, how she will fit among young wizards. Magic was real—and it had chosen her and for the first time in a while, she felt a strange sense of rightness.