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Petite Witch: Pt. 2

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Ollivanders


Father was humming happily to himself as we walked down the alley. We passed by shops with names like Flourish and Blotts, Eeylops Owl Emporium and Magical Menagerie, and an ice cream parlor that Father promised me we would come back for a cone when we came back.

"Where else do we need to go?" I asked.

We were passing by the marble building and I noticed a small creature at the top of the stairs.

"Well I've been thinking for a while now that you need to occupy yourself with something during the summer," he talked and waved to a few old time wizards passing by. "An old friend of mine mentioned to me a few years back that he's needed some help around his shop."

We went around a curve and saw a sign hanging to the side South Side Diagon Alley. The buildings looked a lot older and for some reason it gave me the creeps. I saw the building with huge lettering The Daily Prophet, which I assumed was the newspaper stand. More shops like Second-Hand Robes and The Junk Shop were in view. I was enjoying reading the old lettering.

"Here we are now," Father stopped his tracks at a dark ancient looking building. The gold letters over the door were peeling and it read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. The shop was displaying a very lonely wands on a cushion that was losing its' violet hue.

I could hardly believe that such a building exists. Father opened the door and motioned me to come in. The shop itself was quite tiny, or at least it looked like it from where I was standing. In the corner was a chair, probably as old as the building itself. I followed Father to the counter; it was far taller than he was. I could see though shelves as high as the ceiling containing thousands of narrow wand boxes.  

"Is that you Clem?" a voice asked from somewhere in the far back of the building.

A man no taller than father was walking carrying a wand box in one hand and a candle in the other. His hair was a pure white; his eyes were very pale silver. He set the box on the counter along with the other stacks of boxes. He didn't quite seem to notice me.

"You've grown a lot since I last saw you," he remarked and he seemed to be shaking with delight, "Now tell me, I believe it was Dogwood, Dragon Heartsting, 8 ½ and rather swishy?"

Father chuckled, "You have such a wonderful memory Garrick." He presented his wand to this Garrick.

The white hair man was holding the wand as if it would break in the simplest touch. "You've been taken quite excellent care with her, yes I can see it." He carefully handed it back to Father and he finally saw me. "And who might this little one be?" he questioned and leaned on the counter to get a closer look at me.

Father gently pushed me a bit to get closer to Garrick, "this is my daughter, Nikumu." He looked at me with a quite serious look, "Listen now dear, this is Garrick Ollivander, a very dear and old friend of the family." I nodded and he continued to talk but it was directing to Mr. Ollivander. "Garrick, would it be alright with you if she assists you in the shop until she starts Hogwarts this fall?"

"She got accepted to Hogwarts?" Mr. Ollivander arched an eye brow, "And you haven't gotten a wand from me yet little miss?" I shook my head.  At the same time Mr. Ollivander and I stole a glance at Father.

"Can I dad…?" I asked trying not to sound too eager.

Father looked at me and scratched the back of his head. "Well…I guess it would be a good surprise to your Mum."

Mr. Ollivander smirked and quickly went to the back of the shop. "Let's see what I can for you little missy," he called and returned with a tape measure.
He left the counter and walked to me, holding the taper measure to my height, my legs, and to my arms. He pondered and allowed the taper measure to float on its own. He muttered something and went back to the high shelves of wand boxes. He took one out and placed it on the counter. Slowly he opened it and showed me the wand inside.

"Give it a go." He urged with a smile, "Maple, ten inches, Dragon heartstring."

I stared at the piece of wood. I didn't know what to do but hold it. I thought of trying to think of a spell.  I held a firm grip and in seconds the tip was smoking.

"Um, is that suppose to--"

Mr. Ollivander snatched out of my grasp and went back to the shelves. Father was laughing to himself as we watched the shop keeper fumbling around with other boxes. He brought back another and showed me the context inside.

"Hornbeam, eleven inches, unicorn," he stared at the wand, "I believe this one will be more suited to you."

This time I held it as if it was glass. There was sudden warmth that was growing in my hand and it spread to the rest of my body. There was a light blue light at the tip of the wand. A stream of blues snaked out and hung in the air.
It disappeared in seconds.

Mr. Ollivander was grinning and nodded in approval.

Father patted my back, "Congratulations."

The shop owner laid the wand back in the box. Father paid him. I held my wand box with care and could not keep my eyes of it.

" Have Nikumu working here tomorrow morning." Mr. Ollivander went to the piles of boxes, "I'll teach her everything about wands."

Father nudged me to the front door, "Don't overwhelm her, she's only eleven."

Mr. Ollivander laughed before heading to the back of the shop.

TBC
First Wand

Second part of the series~

Pt 1: [link]

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Pt 3: [link]
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