Post by michelle on Jun 26, 2006 1:39:07 GMT -5
Michelle stepped into the dark, smelly shop known as Olivanders. This was her last stop before she was heading back to the pub to meet up with her uncle and head off to King's Cross Station. School was so close to starting, she couldn't be more excited.
Upon entering this tiny shop the first thing she noticed was the dozens and dozens of shelves full of little boxes. She could guess that the boxes had wands in them. But how they were able to transfer so many here without a muggle knowing, the whole idea amazed her.
As she continued to survey the shelves around her, an old man silently entered taking a seat behind an old, scrappy looking desk.
Michelle Paul is it? You look like your brother.[/i]
Michelle jumped and she turned her attention to the man. "Uh...yessir. That'd be me."
The old man nodded, I figured as much. And you're coming alone? You're just like your father. But then again, like your brother, you look nothing like him. No, you look like your mother. She was such a beauty, you're lucky to inherit her looks.
Michelle cocked her head to the side, "You...you knew my parents?"
The old man smiled and nodded, I remember all of my customers from their appearance all the way down to what wand they left my store with. Memory is a trait in my family. Yes, your mother came strutting in here with her friends. She was a bit of a know-it-all, a show-off. Though her wand was an easy match. Your father though, he was like you. He came here alone. Now, his match was much more tricky. For we went through dozens of wands and it didn't seem like we were ever going to find the right one. But we did! Oh yes, we most certainly did![/i]
She smiled. It was comforting to her to here about her parents. From what she heard, they were wonderful people.
Then, taking in a deep breath she asked, "So, how do I pick my wand?"
Oh no, deary. Oh no! You do not pick the wand. The wand chooses you. The wand that feels it can perform the best with you, that is the one that will present itself today. It will leave with you and you will make it strong. It is a bond you'll have between it and you. It is a strange concept to grasp, but true none-the-less.
Michelle nodded giving the man a strange look. He was without a doubt the strangest person she had ever conversed with. "Okay, then how do we go about letting the wand pick me?"
I'll show you.
With that he darted over to the closest shelf and pulled out a slender box. Opening it he pulled out a wand and handed it to her. Ten inch, birch bark, with a dragon scale core. Go ahead and give it a wave. See what happens.
Michelle gave it a small wave and watched as a chair sitting in front of her exploded to tiny bits.
No? Well try this one.[/i] He pulled out another box, Thirteen inch, willow bark, a unicorn hair for the core. Try it!
Michelle watched as the old man took a few steps away from her nearer to his fireplace. Probably for the best...
Bracing herself, she gave this wand a wave. At first she believed nothing happened until she glanced back over at the old man. His vest had caught on fire and he was just distinguishing it out.
"Sorry..."
No no! Don't apologize, just concentrate. Here this one... He handed her another wand, Twelve inch, oak-wood bark, and a phoenix feather as the core. Come now, hurry up!
Michelle took the wand much more carefully this time only giving it a small wave. Suddenly tiny little green sparks shot out of the tip scattering across the floor.
The old man clapped his hands together and began to sort of giggle. Oh! We have found it! Thank goodness you're like your mother! Your brother was in here for three hours! Oh, we found it!
The old man then snatched her wand out of her hand and put it back into its box. Michelle paid him and left the store as quickly as possible. Though the man didn't really hurt her, he did scare her slightly.
With her shopping done, and all of her school supplies collected Michelle headed her way back out of Diagon Alley and toward the Leaky Cauldron. She was sure her uncle would be surprised that Michael had left her here alone. Hopefully he would get what he deserved...
Upon entering this tiny shop the first thing she noticed was the dozens and dozens of shelves full of little boxes. She could guess that the boxes had wands in them. But how they were able to transfer so many here without a muggle knowing, the whole idea amazed her.
As she continued to survey the shelves around her, an old man silently entered taking a seat behind an old, scrappy looking desk.
Michelle Paul is it? You look like your brother.[/i]
Michelle jumped and she turned her attention to the man. "Uh...yessir. That'd be me."
The old man nodded, I figured as much. And you're coming alone? You're just like your father. But then again, like your brother, you look nothing like him. No, you look like your mother. She was such a beauty, you're lucky to inherit her looks.
Michelle cocked her head to the side, "You...you knew my parents?"
The old man smiled and nodded, I remember all of my customers from their appearance all the way down to what wand they left my store with. Memory is a trait in my family. Yes, your mother came strutting in here with her friends. She was a bit of a know-it-all, a show-off. Though her wand was an easy match. Your father though, he was like you. He came here alone. Now, his match was much more tricky. For we went through dozens of wands and it didn't seem like we were ever going to find the right one. But we did! Oh yes, we most certainly did![/i]
She smiled. It was comforting to her to here about her parents. From what she heard, they were wonderful people.
Then, taking in a deep breath she asked, "So, how do I pick my wand?"
Oh no, deary. Oh no! You do not pick the wand. The wand chooses you. The wand that feels it can perform the best with you, that is the one that will present itself today. It will leave with you and you will make it strong. It is a bond you'll have between it and you. It is a strange concept to grasp, but true none-the-less.
Michelle nodded giving the man a strange look. He was without a doubt the strangest person she had ever conversed with. "Okay, then how do we go about letting the wand pick me?"
I'll show you.
With that he darted over to the closest shelf and pulled out a slender box. Opening it he pulled out a wand and handed it to her. Ten inch, birch bark, with a dragon scale core. Go ahead and give it a wave. See what happens.
Michelle gave it a small wave and watched as a chair sitting in front of her exploded to tiny bits.
No? Well try this one.[/i] He pulled out another box, Thirteen inch, willow bark, a unicorn hair for the core. Try it!
Michelle watched as the old man took a few steps away from her nearer to his fireplace. Probably for the best...
Bracing herself, she gave this wand a wave. At first she believed nothing happened until she glanced back over at the old man. His vest had caught on fire and he was just distinguishing it out.
"Sorry..."
No no! Don't apologize, just concentrate. Here this one... He handed her another wand, Twelve inch, oak-wood bark, and a phoenix feather as the core. Come now, hurry up!
Michelle took the wand much more carefully this time only giving it a small wave. Suddenly tiny little green sparks shot out of the tip scattering across the floor.
The old man clapped his hands together and began to sort of giggle. Oh! We have found it! Thank goodness you're like your mother! Your brother was in here for three hours! Oh, we found it!
The old man then snatched her wand out of her hand and put it back into its box. Michelle paid him and left the store as quickly as possible. Though the man didn't really hurt her, he did scare her slightly.
With her shopping done, and all of her school supplies collected Michelle headed her way back out of Diagon Alley and toward the Leaky Cauldron. She was sure her uncle would be surprised that Michael had left her here alone. Hopefully he would get what he deserved...