My first year at Hogwarts

Ollivander's Wands

The sign said makers of fine wand since 382 b.c. but it looked more like makers of fine dust...

We came to a stop in front of a shop I have never bin inside of before. Mother says that young wizards come from all around to get their wands hear and to day, so will I.

"Michael, I'm going to go down the alley a little ways to buy the book at Flourish and Blotts that your going to need, go inside an talk to Mr. Ollivander, he is going to get you your wand."

"Where will I meet you when I'm done?

"Find me down at the bookstore, oh and pay for your wand with this!" Tossing me a small bag full a shining coins.

"I'll see you later then" I shout as he runs down the alley.

I turn to face the towering building next to me. It's rough stone work walls slowly turning to dirt. The gloomy dark gray paint that covers its wooden frame is starting to crack and chip around the edges of the windows. From top to bottom the windows were filled with small rectangular boxes, not letting in or out any sign of light.
Reluctantly I walked up to the door, turned the hand and stepped inside.

The old wooden floor squeaked as I walked toward the empty counter.
After setting the bag full of new robes on the floor I started to investigate the place looking for any sign of life (well human life) the store was empty.
Behind the counter are several columns of shelves not filled with book but same small rectangular boxes as the windows.

Suddenly the sound of screeching wheels comes echoing down the far left corridor. An old man sat upon the top of a rolling ladder. I watched as he studied me closely, then smiled.
"Mr. Thorin, I was wondering when i'd be seeing you" he says with a smile while coming down the ladder

"Excuse me, Mr. Ollivander, but how do you know my name?"

"Because your mother, your father, and your brother, all bought their wands here. So I new that one day you will come to my store. You have your fathers looks and size and your mothers brown hair and brown eyes."he shouts while rummaging through the small rectangular wand boxes in the back of the store.

"And it's on your bag"

"Oh"

He come back to the counter with an arm full of boxes.
"Now Michael, to get the strongest bond between the wand and the wizard, one must let the wand choose." Mr. Ollivander explained " here give this wand a try" pulling a wand from its box.

I take the wand not really knowing what to do with it. The wood was dry, splintery, and dark.
"Well... give it a swish lad."

I flick the wand in a sudden motion, the room begins to grow dark as a cloud begins to form,the sound of thunder claps and crashes, rain begins to fall and wind start to pick up and whips paper around the room.

Quietly, Mr. Ollivander drew is wand and mumbled "Reduceo" while lifting his wand toward the cloud. A blue spark shot off the tip of the wand and flew into the center of the cloud. and in no time every thing was quiet again.

He turns back to me and takes the wand from me "this is another wizards wand" he says with a chuckle, placing the wand on the counter next to it's box.

"Let's see, hhhmmmah, ah here we are, try this one" handing me another wand. It was shorter than the last wand, stained red with oak leafs carved in to the handle.

"Here we go" I say with sarcasm
Flicking this wand again, this time the flower pot siting alone in the corner exploded, sending dirt and pieces of pot fly everywhere.
"No that's not the right wand, oh no" cry Ollivander. I set it on the counter next to its box as he runs up the stairs and on to another rolling ladder. Kicking off while climbing up the ladder disappearing around the corner.

The sound of screeching wheel filled the room as he came to a stop on the other end of the balcony.
"Ahhaaa, I found it, I'm sure this is it, I'm sure of it, I am sure!" he cry. While climbing down from the ladder and making his way to the stairs. after unboxing and de- dusting it, motions it toward me very gently to me, handle first.

"Here, you are Mr.Thorne, this is your wand" before placing it in my hand.

As I take the wand in to my hand for the first time I feel a rush of power and warmth flow up my arm and into my chest. The wand started to grow brighter and pulse in my hand. Feeling joy and happiness, humbleness and pride, all at once and and then nothing, the warmth stopped, the pulsing stopped, and the cold of gloomy shop starts to slowly return.

"The wand is yours Mr.Thorne" Ollivander says after a moment.

I turn the wand over again and again in my hands. A swirled vine pattern was burned into the dark brown stained wood. the handle had a criss cross black leather rap.

"That will be sevens Galleons Mr.Thorne" Ollivander says as I hand back the wand, and he places it into its rectangular box.

Pushing open the door to noise outside. I turn back "thank you Mr.Ollivander"

"Goodbye Mr. Thorne, and take good care of your wand."