Emilla Potter

The letter

-Emilla Potter! - Severus Snape shouted again as he fixed his robe - I already called you three times, if you won't come out of your room I'll.... I'll lit all of your books on fire! - he said with a smirk.
Snape knew this was going to work. Just as he thougth, he heard a squeak, few stomps and the door opened with such impulse, it almost broke out of it's place.
He tried to keep a serious face but when he saw the red-headed annoyed daughter of his, he just couldn't.
Mila saw his smile and was more annoyed. She was reading about Mooncalfs and he just wouldn't leave her to be! She was not really angry. This is something like an inside joke between them. Inside Mila laughed but she managed to keep a straight face as she started to talk.
- What?! I almost drew the mooncalf after the book I'm reading, and now I ruined it, because you wanted to hurt my books! - she said with huge enthusiasm, she threw her red locks behind her shoulders and dramatically pretended to faint as she sat down.
Severus started to laugh. This was usual in the last three years. He was afraid he would be like this in the school. The professor was happy to say that it never happened. He stayed the feared potion master in school and became smiley outside.
- In that case - Severus started with a grin - I won't inform you about this letter - he pulled out the Hogwarts letter from his inside pocket. The little Potter eyes lit up with excitment and joy. She stood up take the letter but he held it up - I just throw it out...
-No! Give it to meee! - the girl shouted.
-Say the not so magic word - he said
Mila was grinning and jumping around. Every jump got a word.
- Sorry, please, please, sorry, pretty please! - she acted like a crazy pygmy puff. Snape just gave the letter to her.
She didn't open it. Just jumped around while screaming of happiness. It was adorable.
- Would you please stop and dress up? We have to go to Diagon Alley if you want anything to go to school this September.
Mila turned around and ran up to her room. Few seconds later she was in front of the fireplace with a huge smile. Her robe was crinkled and her shoes weren't cleaned yesterday...
- What a mess! Come here - the man crouched down to clean those shoes with a quick Scourgify, the fixed her robe and tie. He held out the pot for her.
- Just one! - he said, remindig Mila to her last attempt of using too much floo powder. She nodded and carefully took a pinch.
- I'll wait for you there. Watch your elbows! - he said as he stepped into the chimney - Diagon Alley! - the professor vanished in bright green flames.
- Evelynn Grace Prince.... - she blurted out while walked up to the fireplace. It was usual for her to remind her self what name should she use outside of the house. She took a deep breath, threw the powder in front of her feet, than clearly shouted - Diagon Alley! - then the green flames lit up and she felt herself spinning around different fireplaces.
The young witch arrived with loud brattle. But at least this time she was at the right place. Snape was standing next to the table in front of her.
- Come on - he said quietly holding out one of his hands. Evelynn took it and followed him outside of the Leaky Cauldron. When the wall in the backyard opened up to reveal Diagon Alley she felt extremely excited, her hand clunched stronger to Snape's.
They stopped on the side of the road.
- So Miss Prince, could you tell me what is the first thing we should buy for your first year in Hogwarts? - Snape asked with a low tone. She wanted to take look to the letter when she realized. She gasped and played the pompous character she usually did at home.
- I say let's go to Olivander's! - she pointed to her left to gesture to the way to the shop. Snape smiled and nodded.
- Alright then. Miss Prince, lets get your wand! - he took her hand. She was skipping 'till they were looking at the door of Olivander's shop.
The bells jingled as they opened the door.
- Good morning! - the professor greated the empy looking room.
- ...morning... - the witch murmured. She's never been inside. The room was dark, full of slim boxes on top of each other. Lot of them were black, grey, few of them brown. Dusty air surrounded them, the dust almost glowed in the drop of sunlight that lit up the room.
- Ah! Good morning Mr. Snape! Snape... Severus Snape. Ebony, dragon heart string, 11 and ½ inches, solid flexibility, am I right? - almost like from nothing Olivander appeared. He had grey hair, lots a wrinkles mostly around his mysteriously cloudy eyes. His eyes looked like some sort of crystal wizards used for divination. Evelynn stepped closer to her adoptive father. Snape smiled as he nodded for the "greeting" he got from the wandmaker.
- Ah! A young witch! Just starting first year? - he asked. She tried to stand more behind Severus but he wouldn't let her. She nodded in silent.
- Great! Let's look around! Hmm... - Olivander carefully eyed her up and down. With a flick of his wand there was a measure witch started to measure everything on her.
- Now. What do you know about wands Miss... - he looked at her for her name.
- P-Prince - she answered. Then tried to answer the question - T-the wands are helping the witches and wizards to- to produce m-magic. - as she went on she felt more and more comfortable - It transcribes and intensifies the magic f-from the person to the... to the thing they want to use it on. Wands can be made out of ash, apple, elm, hazel and so on. It always has somekind of a magical core mostly unicorn hair, dragon heart string or few times phoenix feather.
Olivander looked at her and listened. Then he sat down across from her.
- What is the brightest color for you? - he asked.
Mila was surprised. She thought and answered.
- For me it's silver.
Olivander had another question while he started searching through a couple of wands.
- What is the best feeling?
The little Potter had no idea what to say.
- ...maybe... the knowledge of having someone who is there for you even when the whole world hates you.
She said. Olivander nodded and turned around to disapear between the boxes. She looked at Snape and shrugged her shoulders. He just did the same. The wandmaker came back and had five or six wandbox in his hands. He put them out on the desk next to each other.
- Please, Miss Prince! - he gestured to the desktop. As she walked up to it she examined the boxes. Three black, two grey and one brown. Out of all black there was one with no dust. She took out the wand from the box and tried to tell what is it. But one of the grey boxes caught her eyes. The wand in the box had curls engraved on it, it's color was lighter brown. Mila picked up the wand and felt some kind of warm feeling. The wand produced a few sparkles. She smiled. Olivander clapped.
- Bravo! You really know what is best for you! - he smiled - I meant to say, you realised who is the one to be there when you need them. - Mila gave him a confused look - I'm sure you already know that the wand chooses the wizard. Not the other way around. Let's see, may I? - Olivander asked for the wand. - Oh, yes. The ash wand, unicorn hair core. 9 inches, really flexible. - he examined it - The ash wand cleaves to its one true master and ought not to be passed on or gifted from the original owner, because it will lose power and skill. This tendency is extreme if the core is of unicorn. - the wizard put it in the box and gave it to Evelynn still talking - Those witches and wizards whose best suited to ash wands are not, in my experience, lightly swayed from their beliefs or purposes. However, the brash or over-confident witch or wizard, who often insists on trying wands of this prestigious wood, will be disappointed by its effects. The ideal owner may be stubborn, and will certainly be courageous, but never crass or arrogant. This wand will be loyal, almost the best for duelling and charms. I shall say it is perfect for loyal, brave and helpful people. Use it wisely!
- Thank you Mr. Olivander - Snape said, giving him the money for the wand.
- Thank you! - the girl smiled while she opened the door to go. They had to get a lot of other things. Olivander gave her a weird smile with that unusual light in his eyes.
- Goodbye!