When the Wood Thrums
The doorbell chimes as it slides open, and Aurora enters the small shop tucked away in Deagon Alley. 'Ollivander'. The wandmaker store. She eyes the interior of the store and notices it messy. Very messy and unorganised, with small boxes everywhere. Her mother had left her with some money to purchase the wand by herself, while she went ahead to buy lunch for the both of them, after spending the whole morning buying supplies needed.
Slowly stepping in, she calls out "Hello? Is anyone here? I'm here to buy a wa-AH!" She jumped away in surprise when an elderly man pops out of nowhere under a table. The man grins at the girl, a box in his hand "Hello there, Ms. Coleman! It's about time!" She hesitantly watches the man crawl out of the table and eagerly walked to the counter that was l with wand boxes. She wandered how such an old man even manages to move around so much "You know my name..?"
"Of course! I still remember the time your mother came in and pick her own wand. Time really flies by, eh?" He claps his hands together before he rummages through the boxes. "So let's see.. how about this one? Poplar wood and Unicorn Hair. Come on, give it a wave." Ollivander hands her the wand that was kept inside the box.
Aurora fiddles with the lean stick unsurely before she waves it in a motion and it lets out a loud high-pitched squeal, like a hinge that needs oiling. Ollivander grimace at the deafening sound "Ugh.. terrible. How about this one. Made from Black Walnut and Dragon Heartstring." She took the wand from his hand. Afraid that the wand would make a dreading sound like before, she try to move it gently. Suddenly, its tip glows red and shots out like a firing pistol. It knocks over a flowered vase, breaking it into pieces. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry..!"
Ollivander chuckles softly, "Its alright, that wand is known to be stubborn. No worries, dear." He eyes the broken vase, "Well. There goes my attempt at decoring." She fiddles with her thumb, feeling bad. "Um.. isn't there like, more normal wand..? The one that doesn't shoots out randomly? I don't want to kill anybody on my way home."
"Picking a wand isn't as easy as picking shoes. You can't just choose whichever wand you want and call it a day. The wand, also have to choose you. It has to work with you throughout your journey in learning magic." Ollivander explains patiently. Before the girl could say anything else, Ollivander had quickly moves to the storage part of the store, mumbling to himself.
The past half an hour was spent on finding the correct wand. But alas, it consist of many failed attempt. The boxes starts flying everywhere to the floor, confetti pops out of nowhere, and one of them even lets out a dissapointed sigh. All of them reacts poorly when Aurora waves them.
Wow. Am i that hopeless, even no piece of wood don't even want to be stuck with me? She lets out a sigh, and watches as Ollivander continues to rummage though the piles. Suddenly, she felt a bump on her shoes. She looks down to see a box had been on the floor near her feet.
Bending down, she picks up the box and notices it to be in a different design than the rest. It looks old and dusty. She was about to put it nicely on the counter when the box opens itself to display a rich, warm brown wood with intricate design on the handle. A bright light emits from the wand as Aurora run a finger on the handle. It's almost like she can hear humming deep from the wood itself. Sudden surge of heat travels from her fingertips all over to her body, like warm current of water. "May i see that?"
Ollivander's voice shifted her attention from the wand. She passes the box to the man carefully. "Hm.. Mayhaw wood and Troll Whiskers. How.. unique." He looks at the little girl in front of him. "Mayhaw wood is known to be sensitive, while Troll Whiskers.. what a rare combination." He trails off.
"You're truly a rare one, my dear. Troll Whiskers core and Mayhaw isn't made as wands anymore nowadays. This in fact, were made by my late father." Ollivander explains with a smile in his face, causing the wrinkles along the corner of his eyes to be more prominent.
"It must have been patiently waiting for an owner. And it choses you, Ms. Coleman." Aurora eyes the wand in his hand. Rare. Does that mean its good or bad? The elder man, as if reading her mind responds to her question. "Don't worry yourself too much. It's a good wand. And when you put your heart into it, you can achieve great things."
"I wish you goodluck on your journey, Ms. Coleman. I'm sure my father would be elated to know that an amazing witch would be using the wand he made. Until next time."
"Croissant in hand, i was alone."
Slowly stepping in, she calls out "Hello? Is anyone here? I'm here to buy a wa-AH!" She jumped away in surprise when an elderly man pops out of nowhere under a table. The man grins at the girl, a box in his hand "Hello there, Ms. Coleman! It's about time!" She hesitantly watches the man crawl out of the table and eagerly walked to the counter that was l with wand boxes. She wandered how such an old man even manages to move around so much "You know my name..?"
"Of course! I still remember the time your mother came in and pick her own wand. Time really flies by, eh?" He claps his hands together before he rummages through the boxes. "So let's see.. how about this one? Poplar wood and Unicorn Hair. Come on, give it a wave." Ollivander hands her the wand that was kept inside the box.
Aurora fiddles with the lean stick unsurely before she waves it in a motion and it lets out a loud high-pitched squeal, like a hinge that needs oiling. Ollivander grimace at the deafening sound "Ugh.. terrible. How about this one. Made from Black Walnut and Dragon Heartstring." She took the wand from his hand. Afraid that the wand would make a dreading sound like before, she try to move it gently. Suddenly, its tip glows red and shots out like a firing pistol. It knocks over a flowered vase, breaking it into pieces. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry..!"
Ollivander chuckles softly, "Its alright, that wand is known to be stubborn. No worries, dear." He eyes the broken vase, "Well. There goes my attempt at decoring." She fiddles with her thumb, feeling bad. "Um.. isn't there like, more normal wand..? The one that doesn't shoots out randomly? I don't want to kill anybody on my way home."
"Picking a wand isn't as easy as picking shoes. You can't just choose whichever wand you want and call it a day. The wand, also have to choose you. It has to work with you throughout your journey in learning magic." Ollivander explains patiently. Before the girl could say anything else, Ollivander had quickly moves to the storage part of the store, mumbling to himself.
The past half an hour was spent on finding the correct wand. But alas, it consist of many failed attempt. The boxes starts flying everywhere to the floor, confetti pops out of nowhere, and one of them even lets out a dissapointed sigh. All of them reacts poorly when Aurora waves them.
Wow. Am i that hopeless, even no piece of wood don't even want to be stuck with me? She lets out a sigh, and watches as Ollivander continues to rummage though the piles. Suddenly, she felt a bump on her shoes. She looks down to see a box had been on the floor near her feet.
Bending down, she picks up the box and notices it to be in a different design than the rest. It looks old and dusty. She was about to put it nicely on the counter when the box opens itself to display a rich, warm brown wood with intricate design on the handle. A bright light emits from the wand as Aurora run a finger on the handle. It's almost like she can hear humming deep from the wood itself. Sudden surge of heat travels from her fingertips all over to her body, like warm current of water. "May i see that?"
Ollivander's voice shifted her attention from the wand. She passes the box to the man carefully. "Hm.. Mayhaw wood and Troll Whiskers. How.. unique." He looks at the little girl in front of him. "Mayhaw wood is known to be sensitive, while Troll Whiskers.. what a rare combination." He trails off.
"You're truly a rare one, my dear. Troll Whiskers core and Mayhaw isn't made as wands anymore nowadays. This in fact, were made by my late father." Ollivander explains with a smile in his face, causing the wrinkles along the corner of his eyes to be more prominent.
"It must have been patiently waiting for an owner. And it choses you, Ms. Coleman." Aurora eyes the wand in his hand. Rare. Does that mean its good or bad? The elder man, as if reading her mind responds to her question. "Don't worry yourself too much. It's a good wand. And when you put your heart into it, you can achieve great things."
"I wish you goodluck on your journey, Ms. Coleman. I'm sure my father would be elated to know that an amazing witch would be using the wand he made. Until next time."
"Croissant in hand, i was alone."