•Samantha's POV• Lastly was the store I have been waiting for ever since my mother told me all about Mr.Ollivander on the ride here and the experience she had getting her first wand, the wand I currently had in my possession, now don't get me wrong my mothers wand was amazing and beautiful. But it never really seemed to listen to me or quite understand me, if you know what I mean.
As we entered the wand shop, I was immediately hit with the smell of freshly carved wood and was awe struck with all the wand boxes piled on top of each other like a beautiful painting. I carefully examined each wand box admiring the work that has gone to them.
"Lovecharm, Samantha!" A person called out. The voice of this man sounded to be old and tired but yet interesting and inspired.
As I turned around I see a well aged man with wrinkles and white tinted hair and beard. From my mother's stories I assume this is the great Garrick Ollivander I am standing in the presence of.
"Ahh yes, another Lovecharm. It has been a while since I have seen a Lovecharm, you know your mother was the last one I saw." He said with a light chuckle. "A kind young girl she was, turned into a wonderful lady really." He whispered to me.
"Why thank you Mr. Ollivander." My mother nodded respectfully and stepped off to the side.
I stepped in front of a desk surrounded by shelves of wand boxes and was just taking in the experience I was about to have.
"Now let's see." Mr. Ollivander said putting his index finger on his chin to show he was think. "Ahh yes this should be a good match."
He pulled out a scarlet box and took it back to the desk where I stood. He slowly uncovered the box and uncovered the tulle covering the wand. He took it out of the box and held it up and examined it. "Hawthorn, Phoenix Feather,12 inches, not as flexible but can be worked."
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He handed it to me and I held it up. It was a pretty wand, simple design with only a top the resembled a pine cone on the top. "Now point it to the plants and say Aguamenti."
I held it up and pointed it to the plants and I closed my eyed. "Aguamenti." I said as I opened my eyes to cast the spell.
With shock the plants had wilted and became black with lack of water. I got immediately concerned and confused on why that has happened. My mother put her hand on my shoulder and gave me a reassuring smile.
"Why did that happen Mr.Ollivander, I did the spell as well as I could." I said almost dissatisfied.
"Don't worry dear, it is not you, the wand chooses the wizard. That wand was just simply not for you." He said giving me a smile. He stowed the wand away and casted an Aguamenti spell towards the flowers.
