26 Feb 2019, 06:53
What a bond you will have
"Well aren't you a rarity to behold. Come in, come in, we don't have all day now." A voice rang through the shop, amused excitement dancing on the edge of every word.
One hand in her father's and the other clinging to a lightly colored staff, Bicard was instantly set to sneezing from the moment she entered the dusty, old shop. The two men shared a chuckle at this, "She certainly is your daughter, I see." the man's voice chimed from a bit further away, the creak of a cabinet punctuating his remark.
Gently, her father slipped his hand out of Bicard's and put it on her shoulder, ushering the girl to stand in front of him. Not a moment later, a boney hand clenched around her wrist, raising her hand to meet the smooth, polished wood Ollivander held, "Now give it a flick." he said, releasing her.
She did as told, and felt the wand be snatched from her grip, "No good, try this."
She repeated the action and felt the wand jerked out of her hand with firmer force than before. Unknown to her, the old wandmaker had just watched an alley cat resting in front of his door disappear. "This is a wretched thing, I'm afraid." He muttered without explanation.
The final wand sent strange energy up her arm and cheer returned to the wandmaker's voice, "Excellent! 24.7 cm walnut wood and phoenix feather. Bendy, very powerful, and attracted to charismatic and honorable wizards that show great dexterity with magic." Bicard felt the edge of her nose pinched and let out a laugh, "Now listen here, young lady. That wand will have as much to teach you as you have to teach it. Listen, learn, instruct, and this instrument will be your greatest ally."
She nodded at the man's words and he clapped his hands, "Fantastic, now, Mr. Geimnu, let's discuss payment while these two get accustomed to each other, yes?"
As the two men began to talk, Bicard lightly moved her thumb against the well-crafted wood. This was her first true step into the world and her heart beat faster just thinking about it.
She didn't have any big plans, or a legacy to uphold. She didn't care about being a master of a subject and she certainly didn't want to prove anything to anyone. Yet a thought continued to nag her - that with her acceptance into Hogwarts and with this wand, she would prove that she belonged.
One hand in her father's and the other clinging to a lightly colored staff, Bicard was instantly set to sneezing from the moment she entered the dusty, old shop. The two men shared a chuckle at this, "She certainly is your daughter, I see." the man's voice chimed from a bit further away, the creak of a cabinet punctuating his remark.
Gently, her father slipped his hand out of Bicard's and put it on her shoulder, ushering the girl to stand in front of him. Not a moment later, a boney hand clenched around her wrist, raising her hand to meet the smooth, polished wood Ollivander held, "Now give it a flick." he said, releasing her.
She did as told, and felt the wand be snatched from her grip, "No good, try this."
She repeated the action and felt the wand jerked out of her hand with firmer force than before. Unknown to her, the old wandmaker had just watched an alley cat resting in front of his door disappear. "This is a wretched thing, I'm afraid." He muttered without explanation.
The final wand sent strange energy up her arm and cheer returned to the wandmaker's voice, "Excellent! 24.7 cm walnut wood and phoenix feather. Bendy, very powerful, and attracted to charismatic and honorable wizards that show great dexterity with magic." Bicard felt the edge of her nose pinched and let out a laugh, "Now listen here, young lady. That wand will have as much to teach you as you have to teach it. Listen, learn, instruct, and this instrument will be your greatest ally."
She nodded at the man's words and he clapped his hands, "Fantastic, now, Mr. Geimnu, let's discuss payment while these two get accustomed to each other, yes?"
As the two men began to talk, Bicard lightly moved her thumb against the well-crafted wood. This was her first true step into the world and her heart beat faster just thinking about it.
She didn't have any big plans, or a legacy to uphold. She didn't care about being a master of a subject and she certainly didn't want to prove anything to anyone. Yet a thought continued to nag her - that with her acceptance into Hogwarts and with this wand, she would prove that she belonged.
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