The Wand Makers Apprentice

Chapter 12

 Little Rosie-Connie, as her father called her, was running around the garden of the wandshop. Well you could say garden, but it was more a dirty alley way behind several shop that Ollivander had put grass on and some plant pots for the children of the shop owners to play in and take them away from the working owners, instead of constantly nagging and distracting them.

 He saw her run past, her brown hair running behind her. She was only five and Ollivander was terrified of any harm coming her own way. 

 Dumbledore had set the mission so that he could educate the girl and Ollivander thought it'd be just that. He knew that she had some sort of important part to play later in her life, not that he knew of the plans, but Dumbledore had explained that this was the best place for her to be.

 It was in the heart of all the British Wizarding World, she would meet thousands of people and become aquainted with most, and learn the beauty of wands and along with that become acustomed to the first of the hallows: the elder wand.

 Ollivander never belived in the Elder wand until he was a teen. His father used to wear the sign of the hallows until Grindlewald came about. After that he hid his secret desire from everyone, even his only son.

 "Daddy, Daddy!" Ollivander heard Rosie shouted. He turned around and saw her dashing towards him, her face covered in mud and her dungarees had several grass stains on them. He dusted her down and tried to dispose of the dirt the best he could, be he knew it'd be pointless because she'd just go out and get more filthy. Looked like he was going to be giving her one of the dreaded Rosie baths later that night... 

 "What Rosie?" He said, kneeling down so he was at her height and looking into her bright orange eyes, which seemed more animated than usual.

 "I caught a pet!" She squealed, shoving a sickly orange coloured frog in his face. "His name is Dilys!"

 "Dilys is a girls name Roz!" Ollivander said, taking the frog from her and placing him under a cup with a magnified bottom in the counter top, which Rosie was too small to reach. He walked behind the wand cabinets and shut the back door, listening to Rosie's protests erupt behind him. "No more outside time today, you can help me or play upstairs in your room.”

 “I will do both!” She said as she ran up the stairs. He heard a bang half way up and a little “ouch!” and realised that she’d tripped, but still she ran down a few moments later with her battered werid sister dolls and her miniature brooms Grigory had bought her.

 She sat contently behind the desk for the rest of the afternoon, helping customers and Ollivander by running around the shelves fetching certain  wands, taking peoples money and boxing them up. Ollivander smiled as she said “That’ll be eight galleons please sir!”

 Towards the end of the day, the shop grew increasingly quiet and the amount of customers dropped significantly. Louisa came in and Ollivander was relieved to see his sister. She had only moved out a few months ago with her boyfriend Rufus, and Ollivander didn’t approve of the pair. She had barely know him a month when they moved in and as far as he was concerned he wasn’t good enough for Lou. He had barely scraped a pass on his Auror test and his work took up so much of her time that he was never there for her and he would be to dangerous for Lou to be around. Surely death eaters and their families would be calling at his door looking for revenge?

 “Hey Rosie pudding!” Louisa said, running towards Rosie and scooping her from the desk and giving her a hug. “Did you miss me then?”

 “I have your room now!” Rosie said, returning the hug with a smile and handing Lou one of her dolls.

 “Hello Myron Wagtail!” Lou said, talking to Rosie’s doll Myron, the lead singer of the werid sisters. She pulled a card out of her pocket which was obviously a chocolate frog card and handed it to Rosie. On the front was a picture of Myron which also happened to be Rosie’s favourite member. She hugged Lou, smiling and laughing as she put her card in her own pocket.

 “Don’t encourage her Louise!” Rufus said, his face was incredibly flawless, but Olivander new that his smooth face wasn’t going to be kept like that for much longer. “She’s a girl, she’s past the doll phase surely! Get her playing Quidditch!”

  “Excuse me sir.” Ollivander said, addressing him as politely as he would a customer. “But my daughter is only five, so if you wouldn’t mind insulting her that would be fantastic.”

 “I have a little something.” Rufus said through gritted teeth as he opened his brief case and pulled out a snitch. “Do you know what this is little girl?”

 “No.” Rosie said. She was extremely scared of this little golden ball with wings and she wanted her Mr Simon fish teddy from upstairs. Rufus’ face was right in hers and she had no idea who he was from Adam, but his breath smelt like poo and his eyes cut into her like sharp knives.

 “This is called a snitch.” He said, grinning insanely. “And what are these two called?”

 “I don’t know.” She said, shaking slightly.

 “Well it’s about time you learnt girl!” He said, taking a few steps back and throwing the Quaffle hard into her stomach, leaving her winded and crying on the floor.

 “GET OUT!” Ollivander shouted, his vien pumping in his forhead with anger. “GET OUT NOW!”

 Rufus took one look at Rosie and grinned before exiting the shop with a quick swing of his cloak. Lou was bent down next to Rosie and looked down at her apologetically, before giving the same look to her brother and leaving hastily.

 Ollivander ran to his daughter and new that she would never be able to play Quiditch or look at a Quaffle again. Her tears were no longer moving at all and her face was left stone like and her once happy orange eyes had turned a deep grey.

 Garrick Ollivander hated Rufus Scrimgeor.