Authors Note: Hello guys (0_0) welcome to my first story. Really hope you like it! I would love it if you would take the time to review. I'd really appreciate some constructive criticism or just some words to say what you think.

Never put your faith in a Prince

Chapter 1

I was sweeping up the feathers and wood chips that covered the stone floor. I reminded myself again not to complain to Mr Olivander on what a poor idea it was to place the open bag of Hippogriff feathers so close to the open window. Honestly, I made it perfectly clear the trouble I had to go through in order to acquire these legally. Mr Olivander was weaving the feathers into very thin tendrils and placing them into a small box filled with a strange purple mist. He was looking tired but pleased.

He sat in front of a very large square desk with inlaid woodwork on the top and elaborately carved legs. The table was scattered with things the ancient man had been using recently: Quills, parchment, books and many boxes and bags filled with the essentials for wand making. I always found his collection interesting.

I placed the broom against the wall and reached for a feather, determined to help him. As quick as a viper he slapped my hand away. I clenched my teeth together with a clack. "Ouch, what was that for!"

"You will contaminate the wand making process, just look at your hands Miss Weir. Dust and grime, it really is appalling. Go wash your hands." Mr Olivander leaned away from me as if I had an infectious disease.

"No." I said. And I was proud my voice was firm. "You are my boss, not my mother."

"Very well. Just make sure to keep those hands to yourself. I will not have you touching me or my things."

I felt very much offended by his attitude. "Ooh, just wait until I have my wand. I'll hex the living daylights out of you, old man."

He laughed and it was a warm and friendly sound. "I will make you a wand of your very own if you wish, Miss Weir. I believe you have earned it."

I was taken by surprise. My initial thought was that I really offended Mr Olivander by calling him old, and that he would surely be lecturing me on respect. He was really trying to acclimatize me to his world, because in a strange way he considered me a good friend as I did him. I was feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Finally I said. "That's very kind of you, sir. Thank you"

"Yes, yes. No trouble at all." He waved a hand carelessly in my direction. "Now if you wash those filthy hands of yours I may show you how to properly weave these feathers. And I emphasize the may, Miss Weir."

I frowned. There was no need for me to object however and I really did want to learn the tricks of the trade. Seeing no need for an argument, I slipped through the door and entered the bathroom. In two minutes my hands were fresh and clean.

"Okay." I said. "Let's get started."

A/N: So here is the first chapter =)) Review, pretty pretty please? It will make my day so much better to know that someone is enjoying this.