Witch.

Chapter 4

One last thing I needed, and probably the most important: a wand.

My Dad and I worked our way over to a wand shop with peeling gold letters. You could make out "Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.". It was a small shop with an unaccompanied, and what seemed to be called a "wand", lying on a discolored, amethyst colored cushion in the dusty window.

"Carmen, dear, I'm just going to head over to the vender over there that is selling roasted chestnuts. Do you have enough galleons for a wand?" Dad said, pointing to the vendor with an extensive line.

"Yeah, I can handle myself. I also have enough galleons, too," I said spinning one of the coins in my hand. It reminded me of the one pound coins they have in the regular world.

Dad waved me off as I headed in the shop. Once I saw all the slender boxes piled up on the walls in the dim lit shop, a sense of déjà vu flooded over me. I feel like...like I've seen this before...but I don't know where. Before I could venture in my thoughts any further, an old man in a faded, like everything else here, suit and what looked like electrocuted hair approached me.

"I knew it, oh I knew it. I absolutely knew today was going to be the day. The day that a wand finally gets to choose you! Okay...let me just--aha! Found it, my tape measure," the man said, hobbling over to my right and lifting my arm up. My face probably looked liked I was a bit bewildered, because the tape measure dropped in his left hand.

"I'll be right back, dear, I just have to find the right ones," he said, plodding up a ladder. He disappeared, somehow, up the later where I couldn't see him anymore.

"Just a second, Miss Carmen," the old man said, jumping down from the extravagantly long ladder. Please, don't ask how. Wait, how did he possibly know my name?

"Your mother came here on a pouring summer day. We basically only had to go through one wand placement, and I immediately knew it had been given to the right hands. Your mother was a beauty. Her smile and eyes lit up the room. Even this building seemed like it was lit up. My, once I found out about what happened to your mother, the whole world seemed more gloomy than usual. You remind me of her very much, dear. Same cerulean eyes you have, what beauties," the man said, wiping a stray tear. Wow, my Mom must've been worth remembering. I still wonder if she actually died of a train crash....

"Wait, what is your name?" I asked, confused. If he knows all of this information, then it makes sense that I get his name.

"Ollivander, Garrick Ollivander," he said, proudly. Oh, well how more stupid could I get! He named Ollivander's after himself.

"Alright, let's get back to finding your perfect match," he said, digging out one of the boxes. Ollivander took the lid off the box that he placed on his hand. Lifted out of the box is what looked like, coming from me, a stick with etched patterns in it.

"8 inches, blackthorn wood with a Veela hair core," He placed the wand in my sweaty palm gently.

"Go ahead, give it a whirl,"

I did. The wand in my hand seemed to cause a wave of warmth throughout my body. Light flickered from the tip, making the dark building flare with streaks of gorgeous light. Tranquil thoughts swarmed inside of my head. I could already tell from the expression on Ollivander's face, that indeed, I have found the best fit for me.

"Carmen, you are meant for that wand! Oh, you like it, don't you?" he asked, a concerned expression plastered to his aged face.

"I love it," I said, not saying anymore because I was utterly loss for words. The sensation it gave; it must be truly for me. Walking over to the front desk, I paid for it. But, as I was making my way out the door, Ollivander said something that would surly make me question this world even more.

"See you in your dreams, Miss Carmen Blythe," he said, disappearing into the shadows of the shop. Before I could make any comments, Dad came bursting through the doors. His face showed the look of worry.

"Carmen, I couldn't find this place for a second!" Dad said, hugging me. How could he have missed this place?

"Dad, in fine. Would you like to see my new wand?" I asked, motioning to the thing in my palm. He let go of me, and nodded. I didn't take a very good look at it yet. The wood was a dark shade of black. Roses were etched into it, and to complete the look, a silver finish was added to give the wand some dimension.

"It's magnificent!" Dad said, studying it more. I was really happy about this. Now, I just have to wait until I can actually use this....

Dad directed me to the door, and we were off towards home.