Great Things
a/n: I was reading a fic where Harry is getting his wand, and Ollivander says how he will do great things, and this just popped into my head.
Melvin Squat followed his mother and father into the wand shop. He was eleven years old and was getting his first wand! He was very excited.
"Ah... Hello Mister, er... I've been expecting you..." Ollivander said, trying to cover up the fact that he really wasn't.
"Oh, and this must be your mother and father. Yes... I remember you... Willow, eight inches, with unicorn mane hair core, very swishy, good for transfiguration. And you, Mister Squat, yew, thirteen inches, with mandrake root core, very good for defence. Very sturdy. And this must be your son. Er... Melvin!" He finished triumphantly.
Mister and Mrs Squat nodded.
"Yes... I'm sure you did great things with your wands, just as I predicted."
Melvin's parents smiled, and Ollivander got out his measuring tape.
"Very well, which arm?"
"Right." Melvin held up his right hand. He had thirteen older siblings (he was the youngest) and so he knew the drill. Mister Ollivander had always said they would do great things with their wands, and they had.
After some gruelling trials, Melvin finally found his wand. It was ten inches, oak, with a toad powder core. Very stiff, just good in general, according to Mister Ollivander.
Mister Ollivander took one look at the boy proudly holding his new wand and said, "Great things... Will not be done by you. I predict average at best."
Three very upset people left the wand shop that day, and Mister Ollivander was left wondering if perhaps he could have handled that better.
a/n: Hmm, despite the shortness I'm pleased with how it turned out.