She was walking through the streets, the crowds parted for her, but she barely noticed as she continued on through the streets, her brilliant eyes fixed on a single building, she was walking directly towards it, unaware of the stares she received.
Many a boy in the street watched her almost fearfully, and why would they not? She was… beautiful, and so very much more.
No less then 5"7, she had long curly reddish brown hair, the most beautiful shade of golden white skin, almost glowing. Her features where soft and yet striking. She was the essence of beauty, and there was denying it. She was angel like, and it was almost devastating to look at her, though no one she passed by could take their eyes from her.
Finally reaching her destination she pushed the door open and breathed in the smell of parchment and wood, it was heavenly to her. There were footsteps and before her appeared and elderly man, he looked momentarily surprised by her appearance, blinking a few times.
"It's been a very long time since I've seen one of you in my store," He said to her, taking in hr appearance with his knowing eyes, a flicker of amusement and respect filling them.
"It has indeed, a very long time, too long I would suggest," She replied, her voice soft and twinkling, eliciting a smile from the man. "Now, Mr Ollivander, I am in need of a new wand, I'm afraid in the move I seem to have broken mine."
"Do you wish for me to look at it, I may be able to fix it," Mr Ollivander said kindly, he looked surprised however when the girl held up to completely separate bits of wand. "Oh, perhaps not."
"It would have been a waste of time," The girl admitted sheepishly. "It was never that powerful, it was suggested that I needed something slightly different."
"For you my child, it certainly would not have been the correct wand," Ollivander told her fondly, a twinkle in his eye. "Now, I think I have the perfect wand for you." He walked away from her, disappearing between the shelves, and returned quickly, holding very delicately in his hands a beautiful ivory wand.
"Hair of an Eternal, not many of these around, though I dare say this may be exactly what you require," Ollivander he seemed amused by the situation that he found himself in with this girl.
"How did you get the hair of an Eternal?" The girl asked surprised, carefully taking the wand in her hands and feeling a warm rush from the tips of her fingers to the pit of her stomach.
"I simply asked," Mr Ollivander told her with a smile, the girl blushed and nodded, that made sense.
"How much?" She asked, pulling from the bag slung over her shoulder a small purse with clinked with money.
Mr Ollivander looked at the girl long and hard before smiling at her.
"For you my child, free. It belongs to you…" He said, carefully he touched her cheek with his hand and smiled warmly at the young girl. "You will do brilliant things my child, truly brilliant things."
"Maybe…" The girl smiled at him, taking his hand and squeezing it. "We'll meet once again Mr Ollivander?" The girl asked as she reached the door.
"One day, perhaps."
"I'll see you then. Promise."
"Until then, Aimee," Mr Ollivander said smiling, the girl smiled back at him before disappearing out of the shop and out into the busy streets. "That girl will do brilliant things…."