The Mystic Celery Stalk

Chapter 4

Olivias POV
My father said he had some more business to attend to, so he sent me to a shop called Olivanders to get my wand. Needless to say, I was ecstatic. I wasn't nervous about going alone anymore, and didn't even need any celery to calm myself this time. I walked confidently to Olivanders, very intrigued to get my very first wand. My confidence quickly descended as I saw who was in the shop. The same boy with the striking platinum blonde hair and mesmerising grey/blue eyes was stood there, smiling. I couldn't just walk out either, as a bell had rang when I entered, informing everyone in the shop I was here. I walked shyly to the front of the shop and kindly greeted the man who worked there.
"Ah, Ms Taylor. I wondered when I'd be meeting you" the kind man said. He was a gentle old man, and had a very welcoming smile. I looked at him, confused, but he picked up on it. "It feels only yesterday that your mother and father were in here buying their first wands". Well that set the record straight. I smiled at him and walked a little closer to the desk, all while the boy with the blonde hair stool slightly behind me. It seemed like he was waiting on someone, but I just brushed it off and turned my attention back to the kind old man. "Now, Ms Taylor, I have a feeling this will suit" and while saying that, he handed me a wonky wooden stick, which I could only assume was a wand. I stood with it in my hand, just staring, as I wasn't quite sure I was to do. "Well, give it a wave" the kind old man said a bit more harshly, but still kind nonetheless. I pointed the stick at a stack of paper and flicked it. Immediately the papers graciously flew up into the air, flew around into a circle, and calming landed back down in their pile. The kind old man looked very pleased, and I quickly caught a glance of the boys expression. He was staring at me in awe. I wondered what I had done that was so surprising. The kind old man turned to me and spoke. "Ms Taylor, you're very lucky. It is very rare the witch would find her wand on the first go, and do such an elegant move. I am very proud indeed". I gave him a small smile as I went to pay. Just as I was turning around to leave, a man with long blonde hair entered the store. The boys expression quickly dropped and he looked almost scared. "Draco, have you got your wand?" the man spoke to the boy. "So his name is draco" I thought silently. "Um- n-no, not yet f-father. I'll get it now" he said, quite nervously. "Now!" his father spoke, very aggressively, and gave his son a harsh push up to the desk where I stood. Draco's eyes met mine and his expression softened . I gave him a sympathetic look before walking past his father and out of the shop. His father gave me a harsh glare as I exited. I found my father at Flourish and Botts, and he took my hand as we apparated back to the Leaky Cauldron for the night. I tried to forget about the boy, but he hadn't left my mind all night.

Draco's POV
I walked into Olivander's alone, not that I minded that. It felt nice to be able to get away from father every once in a while. Seconds later, the girl from Madame Malkin's walked in. Her hair was a beautiful brown with some blonde highlights, and fell down in soft waves to her waist. Her eyes were a beautiful bright green, I had seen them when I caught her staring at me when we were getting fitted. I wonder why she was staring at me anyway. She walked straight up to the desk before me, but I didn't stop her to say I was first. I was fascinated by her, although I'm not sure why. She was having a conversation with Mr Olivander. I overheard little bits and pieces, but the part that stayed in my mind was that her mother and father had been here to get wands. She's a pure blood. Not that it mattered to me really, but father was always ramping on about how pure bloods were the only good kind of wizards, and halfbloods and muggleborns (or mudbloods, as he called them) shouldn't even be allowed to learn magic.
I watched as she was given a wand, expecting her to blow something up, as that's what father told me would happen with my first few attempts. Surprisingly, she flicked her wand and a pile of parchment elegantly flew up into a circle and back down to the pile. I was shocked. My jaw hung slightly open, and I think she saw.  I was building up the courage to say something to her, even just a simple hello, but as soon I was about to make a step, father entered the shop.
Just being in his presence made me uncomfortable. I hated being near him. I knew what he was, but I never asked questions. I was used to hiding away in my bedroom while he had his "meetings" downstairs. The sound of my fathers voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Draco have you got your wand?" he asked me. I should've had it and been out by now. He's going to punish me when we get home, I just know it. I answered him and you could hear the fear in my voice. He gave me a shove to walk up to the desk and on my way I made eye contact with the girl. She gave me a kind look, almost like she felt bad for me. I wanted nothing more than to walk out of that shop with her.
Eventually, I got my wand. It took me 4 different wands to find the right one, and I could tell this frustrated father even further. We were about to make our way home, and I tried not to think about what was to come. My mind kept travelling back to the girl from Diagon Alley. But then, we arrived at Malfoy Manor, and I braced myself before entering, father marching slowly into the living room, and readied myself for my punishment.