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witticasterWands:
Sebastian: Dogwood and dragon heartstring, thirteen inches, quite whippy
Aziz: Silver lime and unicorn hair,
Archie: Cedar and dragon heartstring, eleven inches,
William: Poplar and unicorn hair, nine inches,
Will: English Oak and unicorn hair, ten inches, firm
Tharkay: Holly and phoenix feather, twelve and a half inches, bendy
Kay: Ash and dragon heartstring, twelve inches, pliable
Julius: Rowan and unicorn hair, eleven inches,
James: Hazel and unicorn hair, ten inches, rigid
Beth: Pear and unicorn hair, eight inches, somewhat flexible
"Oh!" said Sebastian as he walked into Ollivanders Wand Shop, Dad before him and Father behind. He'd never seen the inside of Mr. Ollivander's shop before, only the dusty displays of wands in the front window.
As he looked around, he realized that he wasn't particularly surprised at the inside of the shop. It, like the window display, was rather dusty. Unlike the window display, it was packed full of wands and the occasional cobweb, and it smelled a little like the oldest books in Dad's library.
He heard Mr. Ollivander before he saw him, an old man taking careful steps across the creaking wooden floor towards them. For a moment, a small voice in his head told him to slide a little more behind Dad--but that was silly, for everyone spoke well of Mr. Ollivander. So instead, he waited, hoping that looking around at all of the cardboard boxes lining the walls. They couldn't all contain wands, could they?
"Mr. Kennedy! Mr. Bush!" the old man said in greeting, peering intently at each of Sebastian's fathers in turn. "It's been a while, has certainly been a while."
Father cleared his throat. Dad, meanwhile, gave Mr. Ollivander a smile. "Didn't think you'd recognize us, coming in here."
"It's bad business, forgetting someone who uses your wand." Mr. Ollivander smiled back. "It was cedar and dragon heartstring for you, wasn't it? Just a little bit showy. And Mr. Bush had poplar and unicorn
"That's right, sir," said Father.
"But who do we have here?" Mr. Ollivander's sharp gaze came to rest upon Sebastian, who told himself he wouldn't look away first. "I suppose we're not here for wand repairs today."
"No." Sebastian could hear the smile in Dad's voice, all pride. "Sebastian here is off to Hogwarts in September."
"Well, not a moment to lose, then." Sebastian won the staring contest, as he'd hoped he might, when Mr. Ollivander turned to look at one of the crowded shelves of wand boxes. "It's nearly September now."
"Afraid so. We've been busy at home most of the summer." Dad seemed perfectly happy to chat with Mr. Ollivander, but not Father. He was looking at a little wooden side table with three legs like a lion's, right down to the fur and claws; maybe, Sebastian thought, he was trying to figure out how he'd make one like it.
"Try this one," Sebastian heard Mr. Ollivander say, and a wand was thrust under his nose. He stopped watching Father watch the furniture and reached out for it. "Cedar and unicorn hair, ten inches."
Sebastian held it up and shrugged. His friend Narcisse, who'd gotten his wand last month, had told him that something would happen when he picked up the right wand. Narcisse had conjured up golden, smoky musical notes in the air. This one did nothing.
"Always a good idea to see if wand preferences have been passed down," Ollivander said, taking it out of Sebastian's hand and replacing it with another, slightly longer wand. "Poplar and phoenix feather, twelve inches."
Nothing. Sebastian hoped they'd find the right one quickly. He wanted to have a proper look at the
After
Sebastian: Dogwood and dragon heartstring, thirteen inches, quite whippy
Aziz: Silver lime and unicorn hair,
Archie: Cedar and dragon heartstring, eleven inches,
William: Poplar and unicorn hair, nine inches,
Will: English Oak and unicorn hair, ten inches, firm
Tharkay: Holly and phoenix feather, twelve and a half inches, bendy
Kay: Ash and dragon heartstring, twelve inches, pliable
Julius: Rowan and unicorn hair, eleven inches,
James: Hazel and unicorn hair, ten inches, rigid
Beth: Pear and unicorn hair, eight inches, somewhat flexible
"Oh!" said Sebastian as he walked into Ollivanders Wand Shop, Dad before him and Father behind. He'd never seen the inside of Mr. Ollivander's shop before, only the dusty displays of wands in the front window.
As he looked around, he realized that he wasn't particularly surprised at the inside of the shop. It, like the window display, was rather dusty. Unlike the window display, it was packed full of wands and the occasional cobweb, and it smelled a little like the oldest books in Dad's library.
He heard Mr. Ollivander before he saw him, an old man taking careful steps across the creaking wooden floor towards them. For a moment, a small voice in his head told him to slide a little more behind Dad--but that was silly, for everyone spoke well of Mr. Ollivander. So instead, he waited, hoping that looking around at all of the cardboard boxes lining the walls. They couldn't all contain wands, could they?
"Mr. Kennedy! Mr. Bush!" the old man said in greeting, peering intently at each of Sebastian's fathers in turn. "It's been a while, has certainly been a while."
Father cleared his throat. Dad, meanwhile, gave Mr. Ollivander a smile. "Didn't think you'd recognize us, coming in here."
"It's bad business, forgetting someone who uses your wand." Mr. Ollivander smiled back. "It was cedar and dragon heartstring for you, wasn't it? Just a little bit showy. And Mr. Bush had poplar and unicorn
"That's right, sir," said Father.
"But who do we have here?" Mr. Ollivander's sharp gaze came to rest upon Sebastian, who told himself he wouldn't look away first. "I suppose we're not here for wand repairs today."
"No." Sebastian could hear the smile in Dad's voice, all pride. "Sebastian here is off to Hogwarts in September."
"Well, not a moment to lose, then." Sebastian won the staring contest, as he'd hoped he might, when Mr. Ollivander turned to look at one of the crowded shelves of wand boxes. "It's nearly September now."
"Afraid so. We've been busy at home most of the summer." Dad seemed perfectly happy to chat with Mr. Ollivander, but not Father. He was looking at a little wooden side table with three legs like a lion's, right down to the fur and claws; maybe, Sebastian thought, he was trying to figure out how he'd make one like it.
"Try this one," Sebastian heard Mr. Ollivander say, and a wand was thrust under his nose. He stopped watching Father watch the furniture and reached out for it. "Cedar and unicorn hair, ten inches."
Sebastian held it up and shrugged. His friend Narcisse, who'd gotten his wand last month, had told him that something would happen when he picked up the right wand. Narcisse had conjured up golden, smoky musical notes in the air. This one did nothing.
"Always a good idea to see if wand preferences have been passed down," Ollivander said, taking it out of Sebastian's hand and replacing it with another, slightly longer wand. "Poplar and phoenix feather, twelve inches."
Nothing. Sebastian hoped they'd find the right one quickly. He wanted to have a proper look at the
After