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witticaster "And this," Miss Proudfoot told Will and his parents, "is Ollivanders Wand Shop. William--"
"Will, please," Will cut in, entirely by instinct. To hear his full name come out of the mouth of anyone but his parents never felt anything but strange; he was so used to correcting the error that he thought nothing of doing so now.
"Will," came his mother's admonishment, as well as the weight of her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Miss Proudfoot, please go ahead."
Miss Proudfoot adjusted her cat-eye glasses and cleared her throat. "As I was saying, Will will need a wand for nearly every class he takes at Hogwarts. It is one of the essential tools of the magical trade."
She showed them into the shop, which felt almost lightless after the brilliant sunshine outside. As Will's eyes adjusted to the dim room, he could begin to make out a large wall of what looked like very narrow shoeboxes, haphazardly stacked. More were piled up on tables and counters.
Behind one of the counters stood an old man, smiling at the four of them pleasantly. "Good afternoon, Claritia. Have we another young student to outfit today?"
"This is Will Laurence," Miss Proudfoot said
"Will, please," Will cut in, entirely by instinct. To hear his full name come out of the mouth of anyone but his parents never felt anything but strange; he was so used to correcting the error that he thought nothing of doing so now.
"Will," came his mother's admonishment, as well as the weight of her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Miss Proudfoot, please go ahead."
Miss Proudfoot adjusted her cat-eye glasses and cleared her throat. "As I was saying, Will will need a wand for nearly every class he takes at Hogwarts. It is one of the essential tools of the magical trade."
She showed them into the shop, which felt almost lightless after the brilliant sunshine outside. As Will's eyes adjusted to the dim room, he could begin to make out a large wall of what looked like very narrow shoeboxes, haphazardly stacked. More were piled up on tables and counters.
Behind one of the counters stood an old man, smiling at the four of them pleasantly. "Good afternoon, Claritia. Have we another young student to outfit today?"
"This is Will Laurence," Miss Proudfoot said