Chosen
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I was born on a Tuesday night. I think I was the last born that day. I'm looking forward to learning new things and getting a great start to my life.
After I was born I was put in a room with many others like myself. We began to talk among ourselves. I formed a friendship with another in the room. We would talk for hours and hours about the things we would learn and do, plus things we would like to do and who we would like to do them with.
"I want to be very powerful," my friend said. "And I want to do as much good as I can with mine."
"I want to be cared for and appreciated for who I am with mine," I said.
For many days that stretched into weeks we would wait for our One. We would talk, laugh, complain and cry with the others in the room. Waiting, always waiting. The weeks began to turn into months and then into years. Some who had been there for many more years than my friend and I would say "It's only a matter of time for the right One to come." We weren't really sure, but we waited and waited.
Any time the bell would ring and signal a new One coming in, everyone would vie for attention. It was hard to imagine all the noise in the room.
"Pick me, pick me!"
"No, Me! Not that one!"
"No, no, no, don't pick me! Not this One. This is not the One for me!"
When one of us was taken, we would all cheer and say things like "Good luck," "We'll see you soon," and "Take care of your One."
I would not say anything. I waited and waited for my One. On a day in the summer seventy years after I was born, my friend found the One. I was happy for my friend and at the same time sad for myself. I would miss my friend, miss our conversations, miss the laughter but it was for the best. I wished my friend luck and said I would get my One soon. My friend laughed, what an excited laugh, full of joy and expectation, and said "Yes you will find your One soon, I know you will."
About a year later, the bell rang again; I sensed it. My One had come. Finally, after all this time, I knew my One had come. Everyone started as always, wanting to be picked, not wanting to be picked. I just waited; I knew my time had come. My One had come for me; I had chosen my One.
It seemed like a very long time until I was picked. Many others were all around, disappointed or happy depending if they wanted to be picked or not. Then I was picked! When I given to my One it was glorious, I felt like singing and shouting at the same time. I was so happy, no—I was ecstatic, joyful, elated. I do not know enough words to describe how happy I was. I felt warm and comfortable with my One.
When I regained my senses, I introduced myself:
"Hello Dena Michelle Jamison, I am your new wand. I am Vinewood and unicorn tail hair. We are going to make great magic and learn many things together, I know it. I will love and learn you. You will learn and love me. I choose you. You are my One."
"This is the wand for you. The wand chooses the witch Miss Jamison," Ollivander said. Dena was overjoyed.