Sophie and her mother stepped into the shop quietly but clearly not enough so that Ollivander wouldn’t notice them from the creak of the door as they entered.

“Amour! I’ve been expecting you three for a while now.” Ollivander said to Sophie as the blonde haired girl entered the shop.

He turned to her mother, “Diana, how lovely to see you again.”

Her mother smiled kindly in response. Suddenly Ollivander handed Sophie a wand before any conversation could be made.

“Unicorn hair, chestnut wood, 10 inches, slightly bendy.” He said before quickly snatching it out of her hand as his flower vase shattered into a million pieces.

“No, no.” He found another wand, this one a reddish colour.

“Dragon Heartstring, Cedar wood, 12 inches, unyielding.”


The wand barely touched her hand before once again Ollivander snatched it out of her hand, “Definitely not! A tricky customer but I think I might have a better match for you.”

Finally the old man walked to the back of the shop and pulled out a another pretty reddish brown wand, “27,8 cm poplar wood and phoenix feather, slightly bendy.” He said, slowly handing over the wand.

Sophie waved it and immediately a swirl of silver glitter danced in a cloud in front of it.

Ollivander nodded with a smile, “Ah, I see. A quite powerful wand but equally as difficult to control. Be careful with this one Ms. Amour.”

“Thank you Mr. Ollivander!”

A small yet kind smiled that only made the resemblance between her and her mother more noticeable drifted it’s way across Sophie face as her mother payed for her wand.

Her mother patted her head lightly, “Let’s go find the rest of your school supplies.”