Magic Stick....
After getting the gold coins, which reminded him of chocolate coins with gold foil wrappers. He did taste one to make sure. Definitely not chocolate.
Overwhelmed, he just decided to follow the list in the letter he got. First stop.
"Oli...van...ders..." he read. No clue what that was, he figured they could just walk up and down the alley looking at signs.
About a few buildings away from the bank. He saw the hard-to-read sign of Olivander's. He and Aunt Jess went into the shop. It was dead empty, so empty that not even the shop worker was in.
"Yo!" River shouted. "Anyone here? I'm going to start touching stuff!"
An old man walked out from the back. "Please don't," he said in a soft voice. "Are you here for your first wand?"
"Sure," River said. Not really knowing what a wand was, but deciding to go along with it.
The old man pulled out a box and opened it. Inside was a black long...stick. "Ebony, Dragon Heartstring, 9 inches." The man gestured for RIver to take the stick. River shrugged and took it. "Give it a firm flick."
"If you say so," River said. Not confident that anything would happen. So he flicked the stick hard. There was a bang, and he was sent flying into a stack of empty wand boxes. River sat up, "Wicked. Can I go again?"
"Absolutely not," the old man said, picking up the wand. And pulling out a new box. "Cherry, Unicorn Tail Hair, 10 inches."
Excited now, River took the new stick and flicked it eagerly. There was a loud bang, and Aunt Jess's purse was now on fire. River laughed, and Aunt Jess screamed. And the old man said, "No... no i dont think so." he took the stick and flicked it gently, putting out Aunt Jess's purse and repairing it brand new. He pulled out a new box, "Cherry, Dragon Heart string, 9 inches."
River took the wand and flicked. This time, a warm sensation washed over him, like he was standing in a grassy field on a summer's day, feeling the warm breeze in his hair. And just like that, it was over. He sighed, "That was cool."
"That is your wand, Mr. Grimes," the old man said.
"Cool..." River said, looking at the stick. "This thing let's me do magic?" the old man nodded in response. "Wicked. Suppose I can do stuff like lighting her stupid purses on fire. Then I am in!"
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Mudblood with attention issues.
Overwhelmed, he just decided to follow the list in the letter he got. First stop.
"Oli...van...ders..." he read. No clue what that was, he figured they could just walk up and down the alley looking at signs.
About a few buildings away from the bank. He saw the hard-to-read sign of Olivander's. He and Aunt Jess went into the shop. It was dead empty, so empty that not even the shop worker was in.
"Yo!" River shouted. "Anyone here? I'm going to start touching stuff!"
An old man walked out from the back. "Please don't," he said in a soft voice. "Are you here for your first wand?"
"Sure," River said. Not really knowing what a wand was, but deciding to go along with it.
The old man pulled out a box and opened it. Inside was a black long...stick. "Ebony, Dragon Heartstring, 9 inches." The man gestured for RIver to take the stick. River shrugged and took it. "Give it a firm flick."
"If you say so," River said. Not confident that anything would happen. So he flicked the stick hard. There was a bang, and he was sent flying into a stack of empty wand boxes. River sat up, "Wicked. Can I go again?"
"Absolutely not," the old man said, picking up the wand. And pulling out a new box. "Cherry, Unicorn Tail Hair, 10 inches."
Excited now, River took the new stick and flicked it eagerly. There was a loud bang, and Aunt Jess's purse was now on fire. River laughed, and Aunt Jess screamed. And the old man said, "No... no i dont think so." he took the stick and flicked it gently, putting out Aunt Jess's purse and repairing it brand new. He pulled out a new box, "Cherry, Dragon Heart string, 9 inches."
River took the wand and flicked. This time, a warm sensation washed over him, like he was standing in a grassy field on a summer's day, feeling the warm breeze in his hair. And just like that, it was over. He sighed, "That was cool."
"That is your wand, Mr. Grimes," the old man said.
"Cool..." River said, looking at the stick. "This thing let's me do magic?" the old man nodded in response. "Wicked. Suppose I can do stuff like lighting her stupid purses on fire. Then I am in!"
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Mudblood with attention issues.
Magic Stick....
Sara sighed as she made her way down the streets of Diagon Alley. All the first years, including her, were here for supplies. She wandered down the main street where the famous shops stood: "Madam Malkin's, Ollivanders, Flourish and Blotts. Ah yes, Ollivanders first. Charming fellow, I remember." She had met Ollivander before, when her brother had gotten his wand. It seemed so long ago...
Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she approached the shop. Someone was already inside, it seemed. Ollivander didn't really enjoy having more than one customer at once, she remembered. A loud "BANG" came from inside and Sara jumped. It seemed like the first wrong match for the person inside. After a bit, another loud "BANG" echoed out, and someone screamed.
Sara couldn't resist the temptation to look. She opened the door as quietly as possible (Which was very quiet) and sat down in an armchair in the corner. Sara chuckled dryly as Ollivander extinguished the flames. "Cherry, Dragon Heartstring, 9 inches," Ollivander said, pulling out a new wand.
An interesting combination, Sara thought. Cherry was quite... explosive at times, and Dragon Heartstring was very powerful, even with less potent wand woods. She would know—her brother had an English Oak and Dragon Heartstring wand. Sara watched silently as a golden aura erupted around the boy, and she knew that he had found the right wand. She could hear him saying, "That was cool." Of course it was—it was magic. But this boy seemed to be Muggle-born, not Half-blood or Pure-blood.
Tuning out the rest of the words Ollivander and the boy exchanged, Sara waited until the boy was about to pass. "Are you Muggle-born?" she asked. At the boy's confused look, she explained, "Muggles are what we call non-magic folk. Like this lady here, I assume." Sara searched the lady for a wand, but found none.
Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she approached the shop. Someone was already inside, it seemed. Ollivander didn't really enjoy having more than one customer at once, she remembered. A loud "BANG" came from inside and Sara jumped. It seemed like the first wrong match for the person inside. After a bit, another loud "BANG" echoed out, and someone screamed.
Sara couldn't resist the temptation to look. She opened the door as quietly as possible (Which was very quiet) and sat down in an armchair in the corner. Sara chuckled dryly as Ollivander extinguished the flames. "Cherry, Dragon Heartstring, 9 inches," Ollivander said, pulling out a new wand.
An interesting combination, Sara thought. Cherry was quite... explosive at times, and Dragon Heartstring was very powerful, even with less potent wand woods. She would know—her brother had an English Oak and Dragon Heartstring wand. Sara watched silently as a golden aura erupted around the boy, and she knew that he had found the right wand. She could hear him saying, "That was cool." Of course it was—it was magic. But this boy seemed to be Muggle-born, not Half-blood or Pure-blood.
Tuning out the rest of the words Ollivander and the boy exchanged, Sara waited until the boy was about to pass. "Are you Muggle-born?" she asked. At the boy's confused look, she explained, "Muggles are what we call non-magic folk. Like this lady here, I assume." Sara searched the lady for a wand, but found none.