A/N: This is named after a function I went to where they made a movie and the best character award went to the brick that got thrown through a window. Since this is all about non-human "characters", I thought it was a good sentiment.

As for wands, just because the wood is non-sentient, doesn't mean the wand itself is. In fact, I think all wands have to be sentient otherwise they're only passive channels and thus pretty useless.

The wand in this is the one in book one that Harry tried at Ollivanders. Suffice to say it didn't pick him.


To the Academy Award Winning Brick

Prompt #003 – Ebony
Character: An Ebony Wand

For years it had sat, collecting dust while wrapped in grease paper within a little cardboard box. When it had first been made, it had been moved to the forefront of the shop and displayed with its shining black finish for all new witches and wizards to see.

Child after child picked it up, testing it. It rejected them all; despite in its barest essence being a wood with an animal core, it was sentient to the extent that it could sense a person's inner core to the precision only another wand like itself could match. Wand-makers had spent eons studying the lore and had still failed to grasp the intricacies behind such an ability; over the years they had concluded very little save simple character traits that appeared to run common between different wand woods or cores.

And so Mr Garrick Ollivander, the man who had crafted this particular ebony wand, assumed it would not be particularly difficult to find a perfect match: a witch or wizard with the courage to be themselves and an unshakeable faith in that identity.

Perhaps he had forgotten, or else the work with the wand lore had taken him away with the society in which he lived, but he had not noted the people had as a whole become less secure in such beliefs. And so the ebony wand sat, year after year, waiting for someone with that unshakeable faith to strut into the shop and claim it.

One year, a boy with great power touched it and it trembled. A part of him longed to accept him; under this boy's care, he would flourish and shine…but alas the heart rejected it, and so it rejected him. Not even the boy with great power at his fingertips was confident in his persona.

And so it was placed back into its dusty little box, until the next year in which someone arrived to claim it…and was accepted.