What the hell is a Hufflepuff?

Diagon.. what was its name again?

Going into diagon... thingamabob is amazing. 

It is basically like walking into a pop-up book. So many people. A kaleidoscope of colours, and so much magic that it could make your head spin. Witches, wizards, of all kinds. Adults, children, families, half-bloods( like myself), muggle borns, and full-bloods; basically any type of bloods. People from schools everywhere. Most of them I don't understand, but being around such a variety fills me with wonder for the years ahead at Hogwarts. 

First things first we go to a robes shop, where a crazy old lady tries to take my measurements using a enchanted tape measure. I swear that thing had it in for me. Followed  by several trips to book shops that all looked the same. 

Dad pulls me over to the last shop and by this time my arms are bulging with all kinds of magical gifts and goods. 

"Look up at this beautiful building, and remember this as a momentous occasion."

 I look at the building. What is the big deal?  It is a musty old building that looks like it is in mid decomposition. I stare up at the sign, it is covered in dust. I think it starts with an O. Maybe my eye sight is just really bad. 

"Why?" He stares at me in disbelief. What is something on my face? 

"Iris this is Ollivanders. The original wand shop." Oh my god this is it I am finally getting my own wand! Not the creepy spare dad keeps in case of emergency. 

As  I walk in and inhale about five hundred moth balls, I notice a dark figure appear behind the counter. He spirals over, and from the type of greeting that he gives Dad I can guess that this man is Ollivander. He has hair as white as snow, and it is scattered all over the place like he has just been electrocuted. However his eyes sparkle with the shine of youth and a smile that greets you with a warm glow.

 "Hello there little miss Ravenswood, I'm guessing you are here for a wand," he says with a tone that puts my previous nerves at ease.

"Hi Mr Ollivander. What can of wand do you think will suit me?" He scans through hundreds of wands, muttering something about me being fiery, and needing to find a wand to match. 

I am not fiery am I?!

He grabs a wand from one of the millions of shelves. "I am not sure about this choice but it is the cousin to one that I gave out earlier." He pulls out the most beautiful wand I have ever seen. It has a hazel coating with, a delicately in-scripted pattern. It feels light in my hand, and it smells like a hint of ... pear? As I grab hold of it light comes cascading out of it. This feels phenomenal! Wind flies through my blonde hair, and jubilation is apparent on both mine Dad's and faces. 

I officially love magic. 

My hair falls back in place and I look at Ollivander with a beaming smile. "Now that is interesting." 

What's interesting?

 "Iris this wand has a phoenix feather core." Is that supposed to mean something?

"These wands are really rare, and all the owners are destined to be great." Oh cool, I have a good future that's a... good thing to know. 

"Thanks?"

 Ollivander chuckles."My dear Iris don't look so confused. I think I gave you my last phoenix feather wand. I gave the previous one to a mister Harry Potter, just this morning." 

 I hear Dad gasp. "The HARRY POTTER!!!" 

Oh my god Dad is fangirling about some student. I think that is illegal.

"Yes young mister Potter will be attending Hogwarts along side you miss Ravenswood." I  think Dads about to pass out. He is having a fangirl ovary attack... but he is a guy.

 Oh my god what do I do?!? He looks like he is about to give birth. 

"DAD BREATH!!" I yell at him.

 He sucks in this almighty breath that consumes all the air out of the room. "Ok... anyway Iris your wand is a phoenix feather core, pear wood. It is 12 1/2 inches and flexibility wise it is slightly yielding." 

This is so cool I have my own wand! 

"Thank you Mr Ollivander, I love it!" He chuckles another warm laugh. " I am glad you like it Iris. I hope you have a good time at Hogwarts." Aww, this guy is like your stereotypical grandfather; warm and supportive of you.

"Thank you Mr Ollivander." I wave whilst dragging my Father out of the door, as apparently he is still in shock and can't move his legs. 

I am now a wizard! 

Author's note

Hey everybody how are you all? :) Sorry that I take a very long time to update any of my stories, but I currently have exams so I won't be very active until the holidays. Just to let you guys know the wand I used is my actual pottermore wand and if you want follow me on pottermore my account is phoenixghost16537. Ok that's all I have to say, vote and comment if you like it, and I will see you guys in the next chapter. Bye xxx :D