A Wand That Chooses Adventure
"Come on, Tinky! We have to go to Ollivanders first! We still need to go to Quality Quidditch Supplies, then we'll head into Eeylops Owl Emporium... and Flourish and Blotts- wait, where's Theo?"
Callidora Nott lowered the long parchment list she held in one hand and the creased map of Diagon Alley in the other. Her sharp blue eyes scanned the bustling street.
Students hurried past clutching identical lists, parents argued over cauldron sizes, and somewhere nearby a crate of screeching owls made an awful racket.
Theo, however, was nowhere beside her.
Then she spotted him.
Her younger brother stood across the cobbled street, nose almost pressed to the glass window of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, staring longingly at a towering display of enchanted sundaes that slowly changed colour.
"Come on, Theo!" Calli called, exasperated. "We'll get ice cream after I'm done with the list."
Theo groaned dramatically but allowed his sister to drag him away by the hand.
Their father, of course, had not accompanied them to Diagon Alley.
Calli was more than happy about that.
Instead, their house-elf Tinky stood nearby clutching a velvet purse of Galleons. The elf had apparated them into the alley earlier that morning, blinking nervously at the crowds.
Calli stopped in front of a narrow, crooked shop with a faded sign swinging above the door.
Ollivanders
Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.
Calli's heart leapt.
"This is it."
She pushed open the door.
A small bell chimed softly overhead.
Inside, the shop smelled faintly of dust and old wood. Thousands upon thousands of narrow wand boxes were stacked on crooked shelves that stretched all the way to the ceiling.
The place felt ancient.
And watching.
"Oh, hello there!"
An old man with pale silvery eyes appeared from behind the counter carrying several long boxes in his arms. His white hair looked as though it had not been properly combed in years.
"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." Calli said brightly. "I'm Calli Nott."
Only after saying it did she remember what her last name meant to some people.
The wandmaker paused for the briefest moment.
His pale eyes studied her carefully before he placed the boxes down.
"Ah... Miss Nott," said Garrick Ollivander quietly. "Let us find you the perfect wand, shall we?"
Calli grinned.
Theo leaned against a stack of boxes and sighed loudly as though wand shopping were the most boring thing in the world.
Ollivander began pulling boxes from shelves.
"Try this. Willow. Ten inches. Unicorn hair."
Calli swished the wand.
A stack of boxes exploded off a nearby shelf.
"No, no... " Ollivander murmured, quickly snatching it back.
Next came birch.
Then maple.
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Callidora ☆ Fred Weasley
FanfictionCallidora Nott has always known exactly what is expected of her. As the daughter of one of Britain's oldest pure-blood families, her future has already been carefully planned; alliances, power, and a life shaped by tradition she never chose. At home...
