The Art Of Magic.

Chapter 4: I murdered a lamp.

The old man came back, with a small rectangular box.
He smiled, and with shaky hands, he opened the box revealing a wand.
The wand was brown, with a small trim for the handle.
"Go ahead." He said.
I looked up, with wide eyes. I reached for the wand.
I held it, feeling the power from it run through my veins.
"Now. Wave the wand." He continued.
I did so. I gave the wand a slight flick, and from the tip shot a white light, that shattered an old lamp. I jumped, and placed the wand back in its home.
The old man, and Oliver began to laugh.
"No..nope, absolutely not." He chuckled.
He retrieved another box, and opened it as well.
"Go on, it wont bite, unless provoked." He laughed.
I quickly took the wand. And flicked it.
With an explosion, I flew onto my back, throwing the wand out of my hand.
Oliver ran after me, and helped me to my feet, and picked up my bag. I rubbed my butt, and began to moan.
"Are you alright m' dear?" The man asked.
I nodded my head. And he held another box in front of me.
"Oh no...no no..please not again!" I bellowed.
The man smiled. Pushed it closer. I knew I had too, so I closed my eyes, and braced myself.
I grabbed the wand, the wand vibrated in my hand, and a breeze swept across my face. Whipping my hair every which way.
He clapped his hands together, and bowed in front of us.
"Clever doing business with my dear!" He yelled.
Oliver patted me on the back, and began to clap.
The wand was black, and the handle was silver, that ended with a sliver birds claw.

We left the store.
I pushed my wand in my black boot.
My mom already bought the school books, and other supplies, so I didn't have to worry about it. Wet then made our way into Weasley's wizard Whizzes.
Small fireworks went off, and paper birds flew through out the store. We passed children with spotted faces, fake vomit in bags, love potions, felix felicous, and bottles of all colors, shaped and sizes.
We stopped at jewelry.
Different designs of silver and golds. But one necklace caught my attention. It was a simple chain that ended with amethyst stone formed to the shape of a bird.
"You like that?" Oliver asked.
I looked at him. And nodded.
He grinned, and grabbed the necklace, and ran towards the cashier.
"Is this it?" The red haired boy asked.
"Yup." Oliver replied.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
"Buying you a necklace." He said.
He turned me around and clipped the necklace around my neck.
"Thanks." I told him, as we walked towards a fire place. He stepped inside.
"No problem, see you at Kings cross!" He said.
He grabbed a handful of dust, and before I could say anything.
"OLD LANET ROAD!" He yelled, disappearing with a cloud of dust.