As I weaved my way through the crowd at Diagon Alley, I checked my list to see what else I still had to get. I had already gotten everything except a wand. My parents told me we had to go to Ollivander's for that. They said he was the best wandmaker of the century.
Ever since I was a little girl I've been waiting for the moment when I'd get my own wand, and now that it's finally here I can feel the excitement rushing through my body. Each step closer I got more and more excited.
When we stepped into Ollivander's I was immediately greeted by Garrick Ollivander himself.
Soon after we said our introductions, he started making his way through the many boxes of wands while quietly murmuring to himself. After about three minutes of searching, he pulled out a wand. "Ah yes, cypress, 10 inches, unicorn hair. Rather curious but it might just be right."He handled the wand over to me and told me to try it out and give it a flick. So, as he said I flicked the wand, as I did so I saw books go flying all over the place. He quickly snatched it out of my hand and gave me another one. I had tried two more wands and both were just as unsuccessful as the first. Right as I was starting to lose hope Ollivander pulled out the fourth wand. "Now this is quite the odd pairing but I think it may be the one. Hazel, 9 1/2 inches, phoenix feather, quite flexible. Well, give it a go".
This wand has beautiful dark wood with an even darker handle. The handle had what appeared to be vines carved deep into it. Just above the handle was a simple ring going around the wand to show the end of the handle. The rest of the wand was quite simple and just by looking at it, I knew this was my wand. I gave it a flick and a bright light came out of the tip. Overcome with joy I gave it one more before Ollivander packaged it up for me to take home.
As I made my way down the street I decided I wanted to get an owl to bring as a pet. We went into the shop and I picked out this beautiful black owl with little white speckles and shining grey eyes. I decided to name him Rune. I felt this name was fitting for some reason, I'm not quite sure why but it just seemed right.
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