Harry Potter Down Under

Wands(37)

I have a million excuses I could use for being so late with this chapter, but I'm just gonna say that I lost track of the days and forgot.

Because I'm lazy to the point where not only did I lose track of the date, but I also don't want to make an excuse up.

Have a good day, hope you like the chapter! :D

Professor McGonagall dragged Harry through the halls as Harry followed close behind her.

"Where are we going?"

"To get Oliver Wood."

Harry wondered to himself if it was some kind of punishment here to hit kids with that or something. It wouldn't really be that strange.

You really are an idiot.

"That's my line."

The professor stopped outside a classroom and asked Harry to stay in the hall for a moment. He heard her ask Professor Flitwick, the Charms professor, for Oliver Wood. when she came out, a tall fifth year was with her.

~Ohh...that makes sense too.~

"Harry, this is Oliver Wood. Oliver, this is Harry Potter. He's going to be your new Seeker."

Oh, a Quidditch player? Just like your father.

~Shut up, do not speak of my parents when you're the one who killed them.~

I see I struck a nerve.

Oliver smiled at Harry, who was looking both frustrated and shy. I wonder what was going to Oliver's mind at the moment. I bet it was somewhere along the lines of 'she dragged me out of class for this? And how am I supposed to explain this to everyone trying out for Seeker?' Nevertheless, Oliver didn't question the Professor because she was the Head of the House. What she says goes.

Later that day.

Harry listened to explanation of the game, making sure that he understood all the rules. Even if he hadn't played or watched the sport, Frisk had explained the game pretty well. Quidditch is a competitive sport between two teams of seven players riding on broomsticks. There are four balls: a Quaffle, two Bludgers, and a Golden Snitch. There are six ring-shaped goals situated on top of poles of different sizes. Three on each side of the pitch.

As a Seeker (as hopefully everybody knows) Harry's job was to find and catch the Snitch. Once the Snitch is caught, the game is ended.

He talked with his friends as they walked to dinner that night, wondering if he could bend the rule so he wouldn't have to use the school's brooms to play since they were terrible. Just outside the Great Hall he saw Frisk, who was leaning against the wall and talking with that girl...what was her name again?

Did I even give her a name? I'll take name suggestions if you want.

Their wands were drawn and held out in front of them as if on display.

"Harry, hey! I was waiting for you! I heard you got on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, that's amazing!" Frisk ran over to their little brother and pulled him into a big hug.

"What were you doing?"

"Oh, just comparing wands. A wand can tell a lot about a person. Such as her's. She has an Alder wand with dragon heartstring. 12 ½ in. Surprising flexibility. Alder is an unyielding wood, but we read that the ideal owner is not stubborn but instead is helpful and considerate."

Throughout the entire speech, the girl stood behind Frisk with her wand replaced in her pocket.

"Also, Alder is best for nonverbal spells. Dragon Heartstrings make up the wands with the most power. I suppose dragon wands have an attitude like a dragon, because they tend to lean more towards the dark arts and can be won over from their original owner."

Ron whispered into Harry's room about getting to dinner then left.

"Oh, we can go with you if you want to talk with your sister," said the girl from behind Frisk. The all turned to her, but she kept a blank page. "It's not like there's a rule or anything."

"She's got a point." Frisk grinned and walked into the Great Hall with her arm over Harry's shoulder while they walked. They all plopped down at the table, the nameless girl first on the the side nearest to the wall. Hermione and Ron sat on either side of her, but she did not speak a word as they stared. Frisk was still talking to Harry about the girl's wand when they sat down.

"...and because it's flexible it's got great adaptability and willingness to change. It's incredible. The wand is completely contradictory of itself."

"What about yours?" Harry asks as she finishes.

"Oh, mine is a Aspen. It's known to be best for duelists! I've got to say, that's completely perfect for me. And i've also got a dragon heartstring. Eleven inches and not as flexible as her's."

A few kids arriving at the table either didn't sit near them or were snickering and whispering to their friends. Then there was that Longbottom boy, who walked over and plopped himself down beside Harry.

"Hey, Neville, I grabbed your Reme-"

"There's no need to say it like that, as if all you did was pick it up. Thanks, I know what you did for me." Neville smiled with his pudgy little face. God he was such a cute little kid! I just want to pinch his cheeks! Sorry, sorry. I got a little off topic there.

"Hey, Frisk, what's with the sudden interest in wands?" Harry asked.

"Oh, just a little assignment. We were put into pairs with the person we knew the least about then told to figure out the meaning of each other's wands. If you understand what I mean." She turned to the girl, who had pulled a book from her bag and was reading it.

"Oh, um. I concluded that Frisk is a very determined person with a thirst for power but a kind heart once you get to know them. She has a large personality and is actually very stubborn but after awhile of pestering about something she will probably agree." The girl returned to the book while Frisk turned to her brother.

"I concluded that she is a typical green souled girl."

Ron and Hermione looked over the hunched over girl to give each other a look. As if they were asking if the other understood. Harry grinned before looking back at the girl, who slowly lowered the book to stare at Harry for a moment. Then she stuck her tongue out and hid behind the book again.