Pandora Malfoy, the twin sister of Draco. Although she was brought up to loathe Muggles, Mudbloods, and blood-traitors just as Draco was, her hidden exposure to the Muggle world meant she felt differently to how she was supposed to. But what will th...
Draco went through exactly nine different wands before he found the perfect match — hawthorn and unicorn hair, ten inches, reasonably springy. A stream of silver fireworks had shot out of the end when he'd waved it, which apparently meant that it was a perfect match.
Now, it was my turn.
After the tape measure had done its thing, Ollivander handed me a wand.
"Try this one, Miss Malfoy. Acacia and unicorn hair, nine and a half inches, nice and swishy."
I took it, but before I could even wave it, it flew out of my hand. Ollivander had to duck to avoid being hit by it.
"Definitely not." He put it away, then opened another box and handed me that wand instead. "Pine and dragon heartstring, thirteen inches, brittle."
I managed to wave this one, but it was quickly taken from me and replaced by another.
I tried, but this one, too, was quickly snatched from me and replaced by yet another.
"Cherry and dragon heartstring, eleven and a quarter inches, surprisingly springy."
This one quite spectacularly exploded a hole in the ceiling, and was hurriedly taken back. It was replaced by another, and another, and another — the pile of tried wands was getting taller and taller — but Ollivander kept pulling more from the shelves for me to try.
"No, no — perhaps this one — dogwood and unicorn hair, eight inches, unbending."
This one was also tried and discarded. Ollivander frowned thoughtfully, then stopped in his tracks.
"I wonder," he said softly, as he carefully pulled out another box. I noticed his hand was trembling slightly as he gave me the wand.
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The effects were instantaneous. A gold glow surrounded me, and I felt my feet leave the floor as I hovered in the air. Then, there was a bright flash of light; the glow dimmed to nothing, and my feet found solid ground once more.
"Why did she get such a cool thing? I only got some silver sparks!" Draco said, sounding a bit annoyed.
"Because, Mr Malfoy, that wand is very special," Ollivander said, in a shaking voice. "Larch wood, with a golden phoenix feather core, twelve and a half inches, slightly yielding."
"Golden phoenix?" I asked, not sure that I'd heard right.
Ollivander nodded.
"The golden phoenix is exceptionally rare — only one is known to exist. It has lived in this shop for far longer than anyone can remember, and bonds to the true owner of the single wand that contains its tail feather. Your wand, Miss Malfoy."
