The Wand Chose Me
It was a warm and pleasant afternoon. Natalie had already stepped into Diagon Alley with her mom and learned new things about the wizarding world. It was all very overwhelming, but exciting. She had learned about Hogwarts, Quidditch, magic, and many other things she had never even heard of before. As expected, she still had no idea what any of it truly meant.
She and her mom bought all the necessary equipment for Hogwarts, just as written in the letter. Of all the shops she had stepped into so far, she loved Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes the most. The playful, magical environment stuck with her, though she had a feeling it would take a long time to get used to all of this.
Now, she was about to step into Ollivanders.
Her mom had told her about this shop, and although she didn’t remember much of its history, she completely understood that this would be an important moment in her life. She opened the door, her heart beating unevenly, and walked in.
It was long, narrow, and dimly lit, with towering shelves stretching up to the ceiling, stacked floor-to-ceiling with slim, wand-shaped boxes. It felt unusual. It was dusty, yet beautiful, carrying the scent of old wood and parchment.
She had been told she would meet a man named Ollivander. That much she had figured out from the name of the shop. But there was no one around.
The silence made her uncomfortable. Just as her hand touched the door handle to leave, a soft, whispery voice broke through the quiet.
“Ah, yes. I thought I’d be seeing you soon…”
She and her mom bought all the necessary equipment for Hogwarts, just as written in the letter. Of all the shops she had stepped into so far, she loved Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes the most. The playful, magical environment stuck with her, though she had a feeling it would take a long time to get used to all of this.
Now, she was about to step into Ollivanders.
Her mom had told her about this shop, and although she didn’t remember much of its history, she completely understood that this would be an important moment in her life. She opened the door, her heart beating unevenly, and walked in.
It was long, narrow, and dimly lit, with towering shelves stretching up to the ceiling, stacked floor-to-ceiling with slim, wand-shaped boxes. It felt unusual. It was dusty, yet beautiful, carrying the scent of old wood and parchment.
She had been told she would meet a man named Ollivander. That much she had figured out from the name of the shop. But there was no one around.
The silence made her uncomfortable. Just as her hand touched the door handle to leave, a soft, whispery voice broke through the quiet.
“Ah, yes. I thought I’d be seeing you soon…”
Last edited by Natalie Morris on 16 Feb 2026, 14:53, edited 3 times in total.
The Wand Chose Me
It was him.
His appearance hinted at his age with messy white hair, bushy eyebrows, thin frame, and pale skin. His eyes glimmered strangely, almost like moonlight. She stepped closer, curiosity rising within her, but no words came out.
“I remember your mother’s wand well. Nine inches, willow…” he said, taking his eyes off her and searching through the shelves.
Natalie felt unsettled. As far as she knew, Ollivander had sold thousands of wands. How could he remember her mother’s? She must have come here years ago. Was this some sort of magic?
Ollivander pulled out a box, opened it, and lifted a wand. It was pale honey-gold with a natural shimmer, quite long with a smooth, polished finish. He handed it to her without another word.
Unsure of what to do, she took it. It felt surprisingly light in her hand. She stared at it a little too long.
“Give it a wave, will you?” Ollivander said impatiently.
She swished it awkwardly, having no idea what she was doing. At this point, she felt completely out of place.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash.
She turned and saw a small chandelier lying shattered on the floor.
Oh no.
“No. Definitely not!” Ollivander snatched the wand back.
Natalie’s heart dropped. She didn’t understand what was happening, but she certainly hadn’t meant to cause trouble. Guilt flushed through her.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen,” she said, worried.
Ollivander stared at her, his silvery eyes scanning her face. For a moment, she felt as though he were looking straight into her soul.
“Hmmm,” he hummed.
Then he grabbed a large ladder, nearly three times his size, and placed it in front of the shelves. He started climbing, higher and higher, until his head was a few inches close to the ceiling. Reaching carefully, he picked up a box and paused for a moment, as if lost in thought. Natalie couldn’t see much of what he was doing, but within seconds he came back down and handed her a new wand.
It’s beautiful.
A sort of silvery-tan color with a polished-shine, the handle carved with delicate leaf-like veins to likely represent the tree it came from. As she held it, it felt incredibly smooth, almost like silk or polished stone. A steady warmth passed travelled through her fingers and the wand lit up.
That was the moment she knew. It was hers. It was meant to be.
“28’4 cm beech wood and unicorn hair.” He said, beaming. “ A wood of great beauty, but it demands a certain... openness of mind. You will find it a most faithful friend, provided you remain true to your own wisdom.”
And thus began Natalie Morris’s inciteful journey into the wizarding world, with so much yet unknown.
His appearance hinted at his age with messy white hair, bushy eyebrows, thin frame, and pale skin. His eyes glimmered strangely, almost like moonlight. She stepped closer, curiosity rising within her, but no words came out.
“I remember your mother’s wand well. Nine inches, willow…” he said, taking his eyes off her and searching through the shelves.
Natalie felt unsettled. As far as she knew, Ollivander had sold thousands of wands. How could he remember her mother’s? She must have come here years ago. Was this some sort of magic?
Ollivander pulled out a box, opened it, and lifted a wand. It was pale honey-gold with a natural shimmer, quite long with a smooth, polished finish. He handed it to her without another word.
Unsure of what to do, she took it. It felt surprisingly light in her hand. She stared at it a little too long.
“Give it a wave, will you?” Ollivander said impatiently.
She swished it awkwardly, having no idea what she was doing. At this point, she felt completely out of place.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash.
She turned and saw a small chandelier lying shattered on the floor.
Oh no.
“No. Definitely not!” Ollivander snatched the wand back.
Natalie’s heart dropped. She didn’t understand what was happening, but she certainly hadn’t meant to cause trouble. Guilt flushed through her.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen,” she said, worried.
Ollivander stared at her, his silvery eyes scanning her face. For a moment, she felt as though he were looking straight into her soul.
“Hmmm,” he hummed.
Then he grabbed a large ladder, nearly three times his size, and placed it in front of the shelves. He started climbing, higher and higher, until his head was a few inches close to the ceiling. Reaching carefully, he picked up a box and paused for a moment, as if lost in thought. Natalie couldn’t see much of what he was doing, but within seconds he came back down and handed her a new wand.
It’s beautiful.
A sort of silvery-tan color with a polished-shine, the handle carved with delicate leaf-like veins to likely represent the tree it came from. As she held it, it felt incredibly smooth, almost like silk or polished stone. A steady warmth passed travelled through her fingers and the wand lit up.
That was the moment she knew. It was hers. It was meant to be.
“28’4 cm beech wood and unicorn hair.” He said, beaming. “ A wood of great beauty, but it demands a certain... openness of mind. You will find it a most faithful friend, provided you remain true to your own wisdom.”
And thus began Natalie Morris’s inciteful journey into the wizarding world, with so much yet unknown.
Last edited by Natalie Morris on 16 Feb 2026, 14:54, edited 2 times in total.