Our Crazy Messed Up Lives

Ollivander's

Jack

It didn't take us very long to buy most of my things. All that I had left was my wand. I hoped it would be something cool like ancient oak with dragon heartstring or something like that. Mum said she was going to take Pippa to the Magical Menagerie to look at some of the animals there, so I went into Ollivander's Wand Shop by myself.

Ollivander, a short plump man with crazy white hair, popped up from behind the counter when the bell connected to the door rang.  "Ah!" he exclaimed. "A new student, I presume?"

"Yeah," I said, looking around at all the wand boxes stacked up to the ceiling.

"I know," he dashed between a row of boxes, "what you might like!"

Ollivander came back out with a long thin box in his hands. "This is very nice!" He handed the wand to me. "Well, don't just stand there, give it a swish!" I flicked my wrist and the roof of the wand shop caught fire. Ollivander seemed used to these things happening, and tried to use the aguamenti charm to put out the flames. But as soon as one bunch went out, the farther the fire spread, and Ollivander was starting to visibly panic.

I was starting to get scared too. There were a lot of wands in here, and almost all of them made of wood. What would happen to them if this place burned?

I bent down my head and concentrated deeply, focusing my power. I had no idea if this would work, but I had to try. Instinctive magyk was the most dangerous there ever was, and the hardest to control. I could destroy everything in here before the flames could.

Come on, come on, come on! I thought. Put out the flames!

As soon as I finished the thought, a blast of icy wind swept through the shop and put out the flames on the roof, and everywhere else. I looked up, and saw Ollivander looking at me with a mix of admiration and pity. He nodded slowly, and a tear fell down his cheek.

"They said it would start with the boy," he murmured. "Then the girl would come, yes. The girl."

"Wait, hold on a minute!" I exclaimed. "Someone told you I was coming? What’s going on? Why are you crying?"

Ollivander just shook his head sadly, and reached under his counter. He brought out a shepherd's crook, and held it out to me, holding it in both hands reverently. It was a smooth, finely carved piece of oak.

"This is yours."

I reached out my hand slowly, Ollivander nodding his head in encouragement. When my skin touched the wood, another icy wind swept through the small area. Ollivander shook his head again. "Be careful my boy," he said gravelly. "Terrible things are afoot."

He closed my hand around the staff, and bid me good day, as if nothing had happened at all.

Sunbeam

I stared at the man in shock in shock. He just came out of nowhere, and in a bathrobe. A curly white beard fell down to his waist, and his blue eyes looked at all of us joyfully.

"Ah!" the man threw out his arms like he was going to give me a hug. "Sunny! Are you ready to leave?" He had a very pronounced Russian accent.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked, crouching down, preparing for a fight. “We know how to fight, and we aren’t afraid to kill. Leave now and we won’t have any problems.”

"Did you not get letter Sunny?" the man asked. “I come to take you to Hogwarts! We go now!”

“You mean this?” I pulled the crumpled piece of paper from my pocket.