Ollivander's: Maker of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C, a sign said in faded, peeling gold letters. We made our way slowly into the old shop below the sign.
"It's in better condition than you'd think, considering he's been in business for…2000 plus years," Alexa said, holding the door open to let us in. I looked at my sisters skeptically, but continued inside none the less. A bell tinkled somewhere in the depths of the shop as we stepped inside. The entire place looked as though it needed a good dusting. The inside of the shop was dimly lit, two single lanterns on each wall. The windows were dark and grimy. The little light they let in, only showed off how much dust was really in here.
"It's…erm…lovely in here," Sage said coughing.
"Good afternoon. I'm Mr. Ollivander. Just Ollivander's fine too," a soft, old voice said. An old man was standing before us, behind the counter. His wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop. Sage jumped back, recoiling a little bit.
"Ah, Miss Cradey," he said, gesturing to Alexa. "So good to see you again. Lignum Vitae, Essence of Dragon's Whisker, thirteen inches, if I'm not mistaken." Alexa smiled and nodded. "Miss Cradey and Miss Cradey." This time he gestured to Sage and I.
I stared, wondering how he knew that we were sisters and Alexa's sisters.
"You have the same eyes. Same face," he said. "Now come, come. Let us find you two wands. Which is your wand arm?" Sage and I looked at each other, confused. I opened my mouth to ask what he meant when Alexa answered.
"Ah, right," She looked at us and smiled that kind of sisterly, loving, goofy, 'you make me laugh', smile. Sage held up her right arm first as he pulled out a tape measure and began measuring. Shoulder to finger; Wrist to elbow; Shoulder to floor; Knee to armpit, and around her head. He started muttering to himself as he crossed and began taking my measurements.
"Hmm…you two seem to have about the same measurements." Sage looked over at me and smiled sarcastically. Now where had we heard that before? Ollivander retreated back into the depths of the store returning shortly with a couple rectangle boxes in each hand. He set them down and opened one handing the wand to me. He opened another and handed it to Sage. I grasped it awkwardly in my hand feeling only cool wood.
"Well don't just stand there, sillies. Give 'em a wave." I waved my arm feeling foolish, expecting nothing to happen. I was wrong. A bolt of what I could only guess was lightening shot from the tip of the wand and headed straight for Ollivander. He ducked quickly, the bolt striking the wall behind him. I jumped back, taken aback. That wasn't the first magic I had seen today (or ever), but it was the first I had done. It may have gone awry, but it was magic none the less. I set it back down on the counter and steped away quickly.
"I'm not so sure I wanna try this now," Sage said, gingerly holding the wand.
"It's alright, it's alright," Ollivander coughed standing back up. "It's all necessary. As long as we can find the wand just right for you. That obviously was not it. Now, my dear, you try." Sage eyed the wand wearily and looked at me and Alexa nervously. Alexa nodded, ushering her on. She flicked the wand, blowing up a flowerpot setting on table. It wasn't a loud, epic, Michael Bay explosion. The pot itself shattered, the dirt spreading out over the broken pot leaving the flower lying limp and charred on the dirt.
"It's alright m'dear, it's alright. Perhaps, another wand for you both," Ollivander said with a calm smile. Sage set the wand down nervously as he handed us both another. He gestured to me to carry on. I gripped the wand tight, afraid of what would happen now if this wasn't my wand. I flicked it, causing one of the lanterns to shatter, the flame going out. I sighed and dropped my arm.
