Hogwarts- A Dream SMP AU

Part 1

"For the last time Will, we are not going to buy brooms as first years." The brown haired boy sighed.

"Oh come onnnn, please Techno?" The other, curly haired boy pleaded with his friend. "Wouldn't it be so amazing if we were both on the same quidditch team and first years?"

Technoblade just sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose. "They wont let us on the team Wilbur, it literally says that in our letters, how blind are you? Also, even a single good broom costs more than we have together."

"Hey!" He protested. "That's rude! And true.. but still!"
"Harsh truth."
"Rude."
"Again, the harsh truth."
"I hate you."
"Feeling is mutual."

Both boys looked at each other for a few seconds before they started laughing.

This was how their friendship usually went; insults turning into laughter. They both were very excited. In just over two weeks, they were going to Hogwarts, the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in Scotland. Currently, they were in Diagon Alley; the only place for young witches and wizards to get supplies for their upcoming year at Hogwarts.

"Should we go get our wands?" Wilbur suggested, to which Techno nodded.

"Yeah probably, before we spend all our money." The two eleven-year-olds scurried off through Diagon Alley, looking for Ollivander's shop. After a few minutes of messing around and bumping into people, they eventually came to a stop in front of a shop that was darkened, with the words 'Eeylops Owl Emporium' written above the door.

"Wrong shop.." Techno mumbled, glaring slightly at Wilbur.
"Well, since we're here, might as well get owls?" Wilbur suggested, tilting his head slightly to the side with a grin. He ignored Techno's gaze.

Barely ten minutes later, the duo was walking out of the shop with two owls; Techno had a small brown Northern Pygmy-Owl on his shoulder, and Wilbur holding a Northern Hawk Owl.
"Techno, for such an intimidating lad, you really did pick such a small owl."
Techno just deadpan stared at Wilbur.

"Anyways, now we should go get our wands, yeah?"
Wilbur laughed.

The duo walked over to Ollivander's. They slowly stepped into the shop, and a bell rang somewhere in the back.

"Hello." An old man's voice quietly said from behind the counter.

The two boys just stood in silence. There was something about the man that they both couldn't place; something that kept them quiet.

"I am Ollivander, the wandmaker. Who are you two?"
He spoke softly, as if he was afraid of spooking them.

"Wilbur Gold."
"Dave Technoblade."

"Ah yes.. I remember your parent's wands. But.. hm.. Let's see what wand fits you two. One of you, step forwards and hold out your wand hand."

Techno took a step and held his right arm forwards. His owl fluttered to Wilbur's shoulder.

"Measuring tape."
A measuring tape flew out of the man's coat pocket and started taking measurements. After a few moments, Ollivander pulled out a thin box and pulled off the lid, revealing a wand in a purple velvet-like material.

"Try this one.. Black Walnut wood, Phoenix Feather, 12 ½ inches. Give it a little wave."
Techno took the wand and, feeling quite foolish, waved it around a little. However, Ollivander snatched it out of his hand, muttering, "No, no, no. Try this one. Spruce, Unicorn Hair, 11 inches."

This went on for about fifteen minutes, Ollivander giving the boy different wands to try, and all of them being snatched out of his hand. Wilbur was starting to get bored.
"Hm.. let's try this one then I suppose.. Cherry, Dragon Heartstring, 12 ½ inches.. Not exactly a common wand, but nonetheless.."