In Legacy Darling, follow Winifred, an ordinary girl whose life takes a dramatic turn when she discovers she is a witch and she is thrusted into the enchanting yet daunting world of Hogwarts. As Winifred grapples with the reality of being a witch, s...
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Winnie stepped out of the Three Broomsticks, the savoury remnants of her lunch still dancing on her taste buds. She felt a pleasant warmth from the butterbeer she had shared with Sebastian and Ominis. The chill of Hogsmeade air brushed against her cheeks, invigorating her for their next adventure: Ollivander's.
As they walked, Sebastian squinted down the narrow street, noticing a figure lingering outside the shop that sold enchanted quills. "Hold on," he said, halting their pace. "Is it just me, or is someone watching us?"
Ominis turned his head slightly. "Probably one of my parents' associates," he said, his tone sharp. "I heard their familiar voice in the Three Broomsticks. I trailed them for a minute. Then they turned a corner and I lost them."
"What were they doing? Spying on us?" Sebastian's tone was incredulous.
"Nothing good," Ominis replied, frustration seeping into his voice.
Winnie's curiosity piqued, but she held her tongue, not wanting to pry into Ominis's affairs. She could see the tension in his posture, the way his jaw clenched ever so slightly. "That doesn't sound right," she said, her brow furrowing.
Ominis glanced at her, his expression softening, albeit slightly. "My parents have eyes everywhere. If they have spotted me, which I assume they have, they'll send reports back to my parents like it's some kind of school project. It's quite maddening."
Winnie felt a pang of sympathy for him. The idea of being scrutinized like a specimen in a jar didn't sit well with her. "That's awful," she said, indignation rising within her. "They shouldn't treat you like that."
A flicker of approval passed over Ominis's face, and he offered a slight smile. "Well, at least one of us thinks it's a bit unjust," he said. "But let's shake it off for now. We have a wand to find."
They resumed their walk, the tension ebbing as they approached the towering stone façade of Ollivander's. The shop's sign creaked gently in the wind, the letters curling as if they were vines ready to embrace the curious.
As they stepped inside, a soft chime announced their presence. The shop was dimly lit, filled with shelves upon shelves of wands—each one holding secrets waiting to be discovered. A man then emerged from the shadows, his silver hair glinting in the low light.
"Ah, you must be Miss Hollowell! So pleased to finally meet you! I'm Gerbold Ollivander." he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with the thrill of the wand selection process. "Professor Weasley warned me you would be stopping by today. I've been looking forward to this!"
Winnie felt a flutter of excitement mixed with nerves. Mr. Ollivander continued, his voice warm and welcoming. "Finding the right wand is a unique journey. Each wand has its own personality, and it's crucial to find one that resonates with you. You'll know you've found the right one when it feels like an extension of your own magic."
