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'𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆.'
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Camellia Withlock never expected to be a witch like in...
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"Hello?" She looks back at Draco who only smirks at her. That stupid smirk! She looks ahead again and says it a little louder this time. Then suddenly an old-looking man came from behind all the shelves that were stacked with wands. He looks at her and studies her face a little before he gives her a large smile.
"Ah, miss Withlock."
Draco moves closer to her and whispers in her ear. "He knows everyone's names, don't be frightened," he whispers, and she automatically straightens her posture by the sudden closeness. Ollivander goes behind the shelves again to find a wand for her to try. After a few minutes, he comes back with a wand. He gives it to her, but she doesn't know what to do.
"Well, go on. Give it a swish," she did and then the vase with flowers that were on the counter broke. She flinched and put the wand on the counter so that she couldn't do any more damage with it. This went one for quite some time, until...
"I wonder... Here, try this one," he says and hands her the wand. The wand was dark wood and looked like it could fit perfect in her small pale hand. She gave it a swish and then a light erupted around here, but the weird thing is that her necklace also started to glow just like before. When the light disappeared, the necklace also stopped glowing.
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"This wand was previously your mother's, which was her mother's before that and then her mother's again before that. You could almost call it an heirloom in your family. The B-" He got cut off by the bell on the door indicating that someone's coming in.
"There you are Draco. I told you to wait in the leaky cauldron!" Lucius Malfoy angrily says at his son.
"I'm sorry, Father. I was showing this girl around," Draco answered in a formal way.
"And who might this young girl be?" he asked while saying 'girl' as though he didn't believe him.
"Hello, Mister Malfoy. It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Came-" She tries to introduce herself formally to him to make a good first impression, but before she's able to say her name Draco cuts her off. What is it with him and cutting me off?! She thought.
"Camilla Kristiansen. Pureblood."
Pureblood? she thought but didn't correct him. He must have had a reason for saying so.
"Well a pleasure to meet you, miss..." Lucius says, but can't remember her last name.
Wow, he doesn't even remember my name even though Draco said it only a few seconds ago! She said to herself before replying. "Kristiansen, sir."
Lucius takes Draco's arm and begins to talk to him in a hushed voice. While they do that, Camilla goes to Ollivander to pay for her wand. When she's done, she says thank you to him with a big smile. But before she leaves Camilla takes out her new wand and points it at the vase and murmurs 'Reparo'. Then she turns around, she sees that the Malfoy's are about to leave. She hurries after them. She just arrived here and thanks to Draco she wasn't lost. What would happen if they left without her?
"Draco, wait!" She shouts after him. He looks back at her and mouths 'sorry' and before she's able to catch up to them, they had already blended in with the crowd. Camilla sits down on a bench at the end of the alley. She sits there crying. Camilla isn't one that usually cries, but today so much had happened at once that she was just overwhelmed. First, she bumped into Draco Malfoy, then she was suddenly a witch with a new name and then Draco left her without warning.
What am I going to do? I have no one here. Draco was the only one that I "knew". If I could even call it that. I want to go home. To mom and dad, but they are in Oslo and I'm in bloody London with nowhere to go and no one who can help me.
She broke down crying again. Some people would glance at her sometimes, but no one approached her or asked if she was alright. She was all alone in a place she did not know of.
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"No, Ron, you don't get to go to the sweets shop again. You can have plenty of sweets on the train," a girl Camilla's age says to a red-haired boy.
"But I didn't get enough to have before we-" he didn't get to finish his sentence because a raven-haired boy hit his shoulder lightly. "Ow!" the boy pointed to Camilla, who was lying on the bench. He approached her and shook her shoulder lightly.
"Hey, are you alright?" he said. Camilla woke up with a start and then looked around terrified.
"Wow, you're alright. We won't do anything to you" The red-haired boy says. In front of her stands two young boys and a young girl. The first boy has raven coloured hair and big round glasses. He has beautiful green eyes. He's not very tall and has worn clothes that look right out of a thrift store. The second boy has red hair and blue eyes. He is about the same height as the other boy and has clothes similar to the raven-haired boy. Only that he looks a little better. The girl has long brown hair. In Camilla's eyes, she is beautiful. And her fashion is far better than the other two. Then she remembers where she is.
"Oh my god, you're Harry Potter!"
(A/N) Poor Camilla, how could Draco just leave her like that? At least she got to meet the golden trio because of it.
I know her wand is a little lighter on the handle, but the wand is just as described. The whole wand is dark coloured wood.
