Chicken Bone
Young Tom Riddle looked into the velvet-lined box, then up again at the wispy old man. "You have got to be joking."
Olivander locked his fishy gaze on the dark haired boy. "Young man, I've been selling wands longer than you could imagine. Wands are my life. I do not joke about wands. This is the wand for you, pick it up and you'll see."
The boy's lip curled in disgust as he glared at the "wand". Not only was the ugly thing bone white, the end was even bone shaped! Frankly, he'd seen better looking "wands" in a rubbish bin. He might as well go for a turkey leg rather than this... chicken bone. Much as he wanted to say so to the old wandmaker, he felt the heavy, judging gaze of Albus Dumbledore on his back.
"Isn't there a similar wand that doesn't look so..." disgusting "organic?" He tried hopefully.
"None that will be finished in time for your departure."
Heaving a deep sigh and cringing, he picked up the chicken bo—wand. It was warm in his hand and a faint glitter of green emerged from the tip.
"There, you see!" Olivander crowed. "Just as I said, the perfect wand for you." With long practice, Tom hid his skepticism and resignation as he paid the man. He'd best not let the other orphans catch sight of it, or they'd accuse him of bin diving again.
Olivander's jubilant gaze dimmed when the boy turned away. 'Glad to be rid of the awful thing. No more wand carving when you're hungry old boy.' He thought with a suppressed grimace.
At the door, Dumbledore spied the wandcrafter's joy dimming to a dark frown. The seed of suspicion inside sprouted.
Author's Note: Please tell me I'm not the only one who wondered about how the creative license the movies took with Voldemort's wand would have played out in his youth. ^_^; Reviews are appreciated!
