If I could turn back time

Wingardium LeviOsa

Hi, it's been a while. Sorry for that... I had my uni papers to fill and send out, and other stuff. So, writing was kinda put on hold for a while. Again, sorry.
Anyways, hope you enjoy (even though it's kinda a filler chapter)

It felt weird in her hand. Weighing it down. The thought of having to use a wand to perform spells seemed childlike to Hope. Why would wizards need such an object when magic floods through their veins? Nevertheless, if she were to keep up this act, she would have to get used to it.

Dumbledore had sent an owl, at the break of dawn, to Hope's room. Thankfully, she shared with Hermione, and two other girls whose names she didn't know. It was Hermione who woke up to the owl pecking at the window, parcel and parchment wrapped around his leg. The name Hope Mikaelson was written in cursive that resembled the letters Harry received from the headmaster. With a small caress from the frizzy-haired girl, the owl flew back to whence it came. Parcel and parchment in hand, Hermione lunged onto the sleeping tribrid's bed, jolting Hope awake.

"What the actual fuck Hermione?" She whisper-yelled as the muggleborn giggled.

"Sorry, sorry. It was too tempting. You have mail." Hope frowned at Hermione's statement.

"Mail? But I don't –"

"It's from Dumbledore." Hermione said, cutting Hope off, whilst thrusting the parcel in the tribrid's chest with the letter on top. The frown stayed as Hope teared open the letter and started reading.

Dear Hope,

To maintain appearances, you will need a wand to perform spells. As I know you do not need one from where you come from, I have asked Olivander to fashion one from a simple branch I hand picked myself. If anyone asks, it is made from Cedar.

According to my friend Olivander, those who carry cedar wands are loyal and are strong of character. I find those qualities in you.

I wish you well,

Albus Dumbledore.

"What does it say?" Hermione asked.

"He got me a wand." Hope replied, skimming the letter again. "Why would someone ask what wood my wand is made from?" She asked as she placed the letter on her nightstand. Her attention was fully focused on the parcel in front of her. Attentively, she pulled on the string holding the wrapping in place. Once it was off, the wrapping fell by itself to reveal a rectangular black box with the name Olivander's etched in silver at the top. She looked up at Hermione who was waiting impatiently for Hope to open it and reveal the wand inside.

This must be important to them in this world. She thought.

Hope turned her gaze back to the box and opened it. Inside was a straight light brown wooden wand. The tribrid picked it up. The handle was spacious, her thumb caressed the ring carved into the wand, separating the handle and the tip.

"So, how does it feel?" Hermione asked, practically beaming. Again, Hope frowned as she looked up at the girl in front of her.

"What do you mean? It's a fashioned stick." Hermione's eagerness died down, somewhat.

"Well, you still need to learn to use it. Even if it is just for show. So, go on. Do a spell."

"Don't you have like special wand movements I should know about?"

"Okay, okay. I'll teach you a simple levitation spell. All you have to do is swish and flick. Like this." Hermione snatched Hope's wand to demonstrate the movement she had mastered in her first year at Hogwarts. "As you do, you must say Wingardium Leviosa." She, then, handed the wand back to her friend but pulled it away right before Hope could grab it. "Oh, and please don't do like Ronald. It's LeviOsa not leviosA. Got it?"