𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐒.
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One of them, an amateur artist, is at her wit's end and often wonders what new thing shall take place each year.
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Diagon alley, 1991
Ollivander's wand shop.
The black haired girl carefully pushed the door to the ancient shop open and stepped in.
The bronze bell hanging from the door rang, signaling that a customer has entered.
As she treaded in the old wooden floor creaked under her feet as she walked to the dusty counter desk that was in front of her. In fact, everything was dusty.
Her gray eyes scanned and observed every part of the hushed shop, from the tall shelves filled with even more dusty little boxes, to the ceiling that had small and broken spider cobwebs hanging from it, to even the dust filled lamps that didn't do a vitally super job on lighting the shop. It was awfully dim in here.
It would've been completely pitch black in here if it weren't for the morning light coming in from the glass windows. And It was enormously obvious that the shop was at least a hundreds of years old.
And as she inhaled some of the dust particles that were practically swimming around in the air she sneezed. Rather loudly.
"Achoo!"
"Bless you, my dear." Carina jumped at the sudden raspy voice and as she peered in front of her towards a nearby shelf. She saw him. The owner of the famous wand shop.
Ollivander came from his place behind the huge stack of shelves, walking towards her she quickly analyzed him.
He was an old man with a wrinkly face of course, bushy gray eyebrows, and wild, long white hair that seems to haven't met with a hairbrush, not even once, in all it's years of wake.
"I was expecting you, Miss Black." He said. Sure, he was old, but that doesn't mean his observation skills were wasted. And the old man has indeed heard of the dreadful tale that was birthed by that particular Halloween night. The young girl was blatantly obvious from her looks alone that she was a descendant of the great ancestral house of Black. The notorious royal family of the wizarding community. The man frowned in thought. He merely hopes that the innocent girl would only have a swell passing through the entirety of her stay at Hogwarts and nonentity would focus too much on her outer appearance. The bitty girl could still smoothly pass as one of the Tonks. After all, Andromeda Black is one of the adoptive parents. The lie is easily believable.
Carina raised her brows in surprise at him, choosing to ignore of how he spoke of her true last name. That was what her aunt informed her to do, after all.
"People will talk. They will always gabble. So you pay them no mind, my sweet."
"Really?"
Ollivander gave her a nod.
"I remember when your parents first came here to acquire their wands. They were quite excited, you see." Her eyes widened at that. Surely, he didn't mean Theodore and Andromeda Tonks. No, he means her parents. Her real parents.
