HP x Fyodor Dostoevsky!Reader

New Beginnings and I'm a Witch?

That night was the night that Fydor explained everything to me. Apparently our family had Witch and Wizard ancestry in it, and that I was a Witch. He also handed me my letter too, the Hogwarts invitation of Witch craft and Wizardry.

Apparently, my Brother had been on the run for many years. No one could catch him, not even the Ministry. And that he was responsible for the deaths of many many Gifted Wizards and Witches.
This information shocked me, but also pleased me. I want to be just like my brother one day. The following day, we made our way to Diagon Alley (apparently it was some sort of street for Wizards)

The streets were filled with children my age, all with their parents shopping for their new term for Hogwarts. Fyodor just followed behind me disguised and bored I asked him:

"Brother, what is it like at Hogwarts?"

"It's interesting to say the least, you'll have to wait and see." Fydor explained.

We approached our first stop, Olivanders.
"Go ahead, I'll wait for you outside" Brother spoke.
"Okay." I responded, keeping my bangs over my eyes so I seemed less suspicious.
As I entered the shop, the smell of old cardboard and books hit my nose and I was welcomed by an old man, most likely in his 60s by the looks of it.
"Ah, Dostoevsky yes? You must be his younger sister" the man inquired.
"Yes, I am."
"Well I know just the wand for you Miss Dostoyevsky! Over here, open this." The man held a rectangular box, old and yellow looking. It opened to reveal a wand, what a peculiar design.

The wand was long and firm, with wooden vines ruling the edge of the magical instrument. It felt very light, comfortable and just right.
"Ah, it seems as if the wand chose you Miss Dostoevsky. The same wand your brother used."
"Great, thank you for your time I'll be off now" I subtly replied.
"Very cold and-"
"Yes I am aware, my brother and I are quite the same." I interrupted the poor fellow. A look of fear and surprise at the same time.

I paid my fee and left. My time spent shopping came to an end, the conversation on the way back home was very interesting to say the least.

If I can recall, it went something on the lines off:
"Dear sister, I must warn you now that many in this wizarding world will grow to treat you with suspicion. But I think you know that already don't you?" Fydor spoke, looking back at me and then to the front.
"I figured that already, I had many stares during Diagon Alley and played it off like normal. I knew the eyes gave it away so I hid them with my bangs." I replied, my knotty purple hair blowing in the wind.
"Your reputation gives it away, Brother."

" My reputation keeps fools away.  " He spoke, his monochrome voice sending chills down my spine.
He scared me sometimes.