Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
THE WAND CHOOSES THE WIZARD
"No." Harry said. "I won't. I just won't."
"The wand chooses the wizard, Harry Potter. Though it is not always clear why." Mr. Ollivander said.
Harry sputtered in outrage. "But – but – this isn't a wand! Everyone else I've seen have wands that look like carved sticks! This looks like something Cinderella's Godmother would have!"
Mr. Ollivander tried his best to hide a smile. "I'll give you a discount, Mr. Potter."
Harry glared at him. "No."
The wand in question was pink and sparkly. At the top was a purple star with multicolored ribbons hanging down.
"Let me try another one."
Mr. Ollivander shook his head. "You've already tried all of them, Mr. Potter."
"No – this can't be!" Harry said.
"It is," Mr. Ollivander replied.
"I refuse!"
"You can't."
"I just did!"
"Very well, Mr. Potter, you may go and find a different wand maker." Mr. Ollivander said.
"I believe Kaman is still in business."
Harry left the shop.
Ollivander walked into his backroom, chuckling. He packaged the gaudy wand and enclosed a note to Kaman, then threw it into the fire with some Floo Powder. Who knew that tormenting costumers could be so much fun?
