The Misfitters

Chapter IX: The Letters for the Raven.

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It has been 5 days since the isolation began for Chance's friendships. It felt longer than it actually had been, and Chance spent no time doing anything of importance. If this was how it would feel for the rest of the year, Chance would rather just walk into the forbidden forest and risk his life to a bunch of invisible thestrals running around. Today was November 6th, and Chance wished he could be at Daveys Quidditch match, but unfortunately for them both, Davey would no longer be flying dangerously on a broom for hours straight for the rest of the year. Chance knew Davey would have still gone anyway, maybe to bargain his way back on the team, but to no avail. He's probably sitting in the pouring rain right now with a sour look on his face in the bleachers while the Hufflepuffs around him cheer for their team.

Chance made his way to Ollivanders in the heavy rain. But to his disappointment, it had started raining only after he left school, and now he was drenched. Stepping into the gates of Hogsmeade, He walked into the shop with bleakness in his eyes. At the ding of a bell, and the sound of rain pounding outside louder than before, Mr Ollivander steps into Chance's sight from the back.

"Why hello, Chance, correct? I got a notice from Headmaster Dumbledore about your arrival. Plus you look the same as you did when you first came here, how could I not recognise you?" Ollivander spoke, shaking Chance's hand from over the counter, catching him off guard. "Well I suppose you're a bit taller, did your hair grow out?" Ollivander stroked his chin.

Chance nodded awkwardly, "Yeah so uh, Sir, my wand." He stuttered, holding out his wand to the man, he held it in a way it seemed like he wanted it desperately out of his hands. It was like he was afraid, but still holding onto it with care, as it was his first and only wand.

Ollivander examined it in his hand, he seemed puzzled. "No outwardly damages, that's always good news." He whispered the last part, slightly amused. Taking the wand from Chance, he twirled it a bit with his two hands, looking at it closely for a while in silence. Chance teetered on his feet as he looked around awkwardly at the many wands. He wished he had the motivation to make as many of something as Ollivander had with his wands. They occupied the shelves neatly organized apart from a couple sticking out. Chance wanted to push them back into place just to make it look completely perfect as it intended to be. "Why...nothing seems to be off as far as I can see? What was the issue with it before?" Ollivander asked, he seemed concerned.

Chance hesitated, wondering if it was all perhaps in his head. "It started vibrating, I don't know, it was ringing too. I don't know why at all, I wish I did." Chance rambled. Ollivander's wide eyes relaxed as he let out a small sigh with a growing grin.

"Merlin's beard, you had me doubting my abilities for a second, there." He joked. Handing the wand to Chance, "why, boy, it's a special wand. If you remember, I told you when you first came here. Weren't you paying attention?"

Chance was not paying attention. When he first found out he was a wizard, everything moved like a blur. He felt half dozed throughout his wizard induction, believing it to be a dream and just wandering about like it was no big deal. Chance never seemed to be the best at paying attention, regardless. He shook his head.

Ollivander shook his head in return. "My boy, this is a wand with a horned serpent horn core. I've found only one once, this one. They are extremely rare, said to only be two in existence. I have no clue where it may have come from, but It was abandoned and I took it many and many more years ago from an underground cave, before you or your parents were even born. I never thought anyone would be able to convince it of loyalty. Until you." Ollivander looked at Chance with a gleam in his eyes, hoping Chance would see this true gift he possessed.