The Wand Makers Wand
Garrick Ollivander watched. He always watched. His father was the current owner of the family's wand shop, and as such was constantly making wands. They were all beautiful, the boy thought. So many different ways to make them, so many different possibilities. Sometimes Ollivander swore one of the wands would speak to him. He knew they had a language, all their own.
"Father?" Gervaise looked up from his project.
"Yes, Garrick?" The blonde boy smiled, pointing at the wand to Gervaise's left. "That," he carefully picked the wand up so his son could have a closer look, "is a hornbeam wand." Smiling, Gervaise put the wand down.
"I like it. It talks." Gervaise laughed. "When can I get my wand?" Gervaise smiled.
"On your eleventh birthday, Garrick." Gervaise smiled and committed his sons words to memory. He likes the hornbeam. Hornbeam.
Garrick woke up on September 25, ready to take on the world. He ran out of bed and straight into his parents bedroom. "Mum! Mum! Pa!" He shook his parents awake, much to their protests. "I'm eleven! I'm eleven!" Gervaise laughed softly, and sat up in the bed.
"If you go get the breakfast ready, I'll go and get your present." Gervaise winked, and his sons jaw dropped. He shouted 'My wand!' over and over as he ran to the kitchen. Garricks mother laughed from her side of the bed.
"Garrick, I made this wand special, just for you. From everything you've told me and which wands 'talked' to you." Garrick bounced in his seat,watching with excitement and wonder in his eyes as his father pulled a faded yellow wand box from the cabinets. He slowly opened the box. "Twelve and three-quarter inches. A hornbeam wand with a dragon heartstring core." Garrick's heart skipped a beat. The wand screamed at him to hold it. He carefully took the wand from his father, and a few papers scattered across the table. The wand was beautiful, and so was its voice. This was his wand, meant for him and him alone. Garrick exhaled, and turned the wand over, so he could look at all of it. It was beautifully crafted, and enchanting to the young boy."I'm going to make everyone feel this way. To know their wand is beautiful and theirs." Gervaise smiled and nodded his head."I believe you will do that and more, Garrick. Much more."