You're Whose Daughter? Book 1

Chapter 5 - I wonder if this wand will suit you

(Rosie's POV)

One thing was for sure. I was not a light sleeper: as soon as the clock hit seven o'clock I was up and out of bed.

The same thing happened on the day before I left for Hogwarts.

After having a shower and brushing my teeth, I got dressed into a vintage dress with a black belt, a collar, and buttons down the middle. The dress itself was a light blue colour that batched my dark red hair.

"Morning Flower," my father called as I walked towards the table. On that table sat him, my mother and Cedric, eating breakfast.

"Morning Papa," I replied.

"Now Rosie dear," My mother said turning to me, " We left something out of our shopping last week, and will be doing it today."

We left something out? I started mental doing a checklist. Robes, check. Parchment, check. Ink, check. Books, check.

"My wand!" I shouted out loud, jumping up and down, coming to the realization of what we were going to do today, "Yay, yay, yay!"

After wolfing down some breakfast (remember I said I was a fast eater), we went outside to the brick wall entrance to Diagon Alley.

This entrance is one of the most amazing things I have ever seen. My father pulled out his wand from his side pocket and taped the wall in a complicated pattern.

If you didn't know what he was doing it would look silly. All of a sudden the bricks started to fold away one by one, revealing Diagon Alley.

There was a sudden wave of loud chattering voices from crowds of wizards and witches. "Come on let's go to Ollivanders," my father said shouting over the noise.

We pushed and pulled through the crowds. I stopped for a moment and took in all the amazingness Diagon Alley had. But then I turned around and saw my family had gone.

Oh no, oh no! What I'm I going to do! I slowly made my way over to the side and stood against the window of a shop. I took in 11 deep slow breaths. Focus, I could find them, I just need to focus.

" Rosie, Rosalia!" Someone was calling my name.

"Here, I'm over here," I yelled on the top of my lungs, whilst jumping up and down, getting a few strange looks from the people around me.

"Rosie dear," my mum said calmly, coming to my side with my father and brother behind her, "Oh, we are so glad your ok, we were so worried,"

"Don't worry mother, I'm fine, I was just looking around, and then you'd disappeared,"

"Ok, just don't do it again," she said and took my hand.

We continued to wonder in silence, but that didn't stop my head from swiveling in all directions to take it all in. Eventually we came to an old worn down shop, with a small girl and an old man leaving it.

"Was that Albus Dumbledore?" Father asked.

"I don't know, they were too far away for me to see," Cedric replied.

The questions I was about to ask about their strange conversation but it was pushed to the back of my brain, as I stepped inside the peculiar shop.

There were only a couple of shelves but thousands of rectangular boxes on them, and one strange man putting money into a cashier, behind the counter.

"Ah, Miss Digory, I have been expecting your arrival ever since your brother was here to collect his own wand," the man - who i presume is Ollivander - said.

"Now let me see..." A few moments later he was back with an open box. "Here try this, a rosewood wand, eight and three quarters inches long. Give it a nice swish,"

I tried doing a swishing motion, like my parents do. And suddenly several boxes fell off their shelves.

"Sorry!" I exclaimed, running to go tidy them up.

"Don't worry my dear," Ollivander said in his soft tone. With a flick of his wand the boxes were back on the shelf.

"Now let's try this one," He said, pulling a box from a nearby shelf, " Unicorn hair, 9 inches, oak wood and quite flexible."

I gave it another swish and the window smashed. "That's peculiar, the girl before you had the same reaction to the wand," he muttered.

Ollivander then disappeared into the rows of shelves, a few moments later he returned with a box.

"I wonder if this wand will suit you, Miss Diggory, give it a wave." I did as he said and Roses sprouted from the flower plant. "Ah, the wand likes you Miss Diggory."

My father stepped forward to pay for it and inquired on the wand, "May I ask what the specifics of this wand."

"Ah," Ollivander sighed, " It is a Pine wood wand, with a thunderbird tail feather, its measurements being 12 and ¼ inches ... The peculiarity is that this wand contains the only thunderbird tail feather I have ever have or will collect"

My father handed over the money, and we turned to leave the shop.

But before I left the shop, the peculiar man called after me "Oh and Miss Diggory, I wish you luck, I believe you will need it in the future."