She's a Potter

The wand

{I WOULD LIKE TO ISSUE AN APOLOGY!!!! I am so sorry about how late this chapter is, but hey, it's here now. Again, sorry about how late this is.}

I'm pinned to the door after it's slammed closed. Milky blue eyes stare at me. Did it just get really cold all the sudden? No just me? Ok then. I stare at the man wide eyed. I'm assuming this is Ollivander. In my shock I feel any changes drain away.

"I have been waiting for one of his proxies to walk in my door since your mother came to see me in her early years. You have your father's eyes though. Astonishing. The complete opposite of your brother. I'm assuming you're here for a wand? Or have I been summoned? No. They wouldn't send you. You're too young to be one of theirs. So wand it must be. Your parents had very different wands, so I can't judge you off of those. Hmm. From the only slightly blacker pupil you haven't killed many people, maybe one or two. So still 'pure' as far as we go." He pulls me toward the counter and puts my head on it pulling my hair away from my neck and pulling the back of my collar down. "Your mark is as black they ever come so your loyalty is unwavering. And you've got additional markings surrounding it, so you have the loyalty of your fellow Proxies. Interesting. You must be the one they've named Ghost. I've heard a little about you, now let me look at your eyes again." He pulls me back up and grabs me by either side of my face, tilting my head from side to side, up and down. He then sets a tape measure to measuring what seems to be every inch of my face and arms. "Yes. You are seen as a minor leader among your group. And you have found your Mates. Wondrous. How has one so young found their Home so quick? Fascinating. I have a few wands that should suit you young lady. Hmm. You might have a similar core to your twin. Maybe a little darker." He walks into the rows upon rows of shelving which are overflowing with oblong boxes. I'm still reeling trying to process what the hell just happened when he comes back with a few of the boxes. "Take each of these in your dominant hand, the one you prefer to use since you're ambidextrous, give it a wave when it's in your hand. I'll be back in a moment."

I stare after him wide eyed. He spoke so fast I don't remember anything he said. Other than he mentioned my family so I'm not going to ask him to repeat himself. I look over the boxes and my shoulders droop slightly. I suppose I have to find the wand then. I open the first box on the pile and pry the wand out and put the box on the counter. I wave the wand and shatter a pot.

".... Put that one back. It doesn't like you."

I place the wand back into the box and he's there immediately. "I don't want my shop blown up better keep you away from unicorn cores. They're generally adverse to Proxies and our kind in general. Rather unfortunate." He places the wand into a box and takes a pile of them back to the shelves. I move onto the next wand and wave it. A plant bursts into flame. I place it back down immediately. I look through the pile and take an emerald green box with a silver snake embossed on it. I open the box and look at the wand. I should probably stop picking randomly and start using my head. The wand is black with snakes carved into it along the handle. I take in in my hand and immediately drop it back into the box. Ok. That hurt. I look at my hand and see a snake shaped burn. Remind me not to touch that one again. Ow. I place the box back onto the bench and glare at it. A little tempted to hiss at the damned thing. You haven't hissed at anything but Jane. And even then that was when you were still clinging to Boss's legs. That wand must be evil. Or a bitch. One of the two, maybe even both. I look through the pile again and pull out three other boxes similar to the one that burned me. The first is blood red with a golden lion, the second one is royal blue with a bronze eagle or raven, can't quite tell, and the third is black with a badger embossed onto without further embellishments. I put all of them onto the same pile. I get a similar vibe from all of them as I'm now registering from the snake box. Except the badger. All I get from that is sickly sweetness. I decide to just stuff my hand into the pile, which has gotten significantly smaller, and pull one out. The box I pull out is actually wood. Unlike most of the other boxes. Which are a weird cardboardy type material. Actually. The ones with the animals are wooden as well. I'm about to put it on the same pile when I look at it again. The box is simple in design, but something about it is telling me to take another look. I take the lid off and look at the wand. It's dark red with black veins through it. I go to pick it up and it seems to lift itself into my hand. I place the box down and examine the wand carefully. Some of the black veins reflect more light than others, which makes a really nice effect. I wave it and a wave of warm air rushes past me, the wand tip glows a light chestnut.