Author's Note: This story is a collection of one-shots that solve the mystery of Abby's disappearance. It will be slightly long, but the chapter will not necessarily be, and the story might not go in exact order all of the time. Hope you enjoy!

April 7th, 2024

Abby P.O.V.

It was a slow sunday the day I got the job at Ollivander's. I was walking down the street, bored by the day's happenings, doing nothing exactly except finishing off my ice cream cone I had started in Fortescue's. Some business friends of my mother's had been about to come over when I left, and, as they weren't people I particularly cared for, my mum had let me off seeing them and told me to go spend the day doing whatever I pleased. I had thought of going to shops in muggle london at first, but since I didn't know where many were, this turned out to be dull at best, so I had retreated here.

It was hot and the cobblestones shone with light, so I went into shops for no reason on many occasions just to escape the heat. The particular shop I found myself entering last was a surprise to me. I had just thrown my napkin away after wiping off my lips from the cone, and found myself entering Ollivander's wand shop. The tinkle of the bell was so familiar to me it felt like I had entered many times, rather than only the one when I had gotten my wand years before. I felt suddenly curious. What really went on in here?

I stood a little inside the door as I surveyed the dusty room. It was wide, and you could tell it was long as well, but most of it was covered in shelves upon shelves of wand cases. I started when I heard the snap of a door opening and closing in the background, and heard the rusty voice of the ancient man Olivander greeting me.

"Miss Finnigan, I couldn't say I ever thought I'd see you back here! What brings you here?" the old man asked. I smiled a little sheepishly.

"I was just curious to what goes on in here. All I know of it is that it's a wand shop and people buy their wands here, but nothing else."

To my surprise, Mr. Olivander smiled warmly at me. "I don't get many people—let alone teenagers—asking me that question! Come, I will show you my workshop!" He tottered back the way he had come towards the door, and I followed him. Pushing it open for me to see, he stepped inside. As I stepped after him, I sniffed the air and got back a slightly musty, slightly woody smell that was quite nice. Looking around the room, I was amazed at what I saw. Drawers lined the walls, each marked with names and dates and other things. Stacks of wood lay in one corner, and there was a wooden desk with many instruments and tools littering it. On it, I observed a half-made wand.

"This is quite amazing!" I exclaimed excitedly. To think that I was seeing the workshop where so many great wands are made is incredible. "Have you used this office all your time as a wandmaker?"

"I've made every wand I've ever sold in this room. Your mother's, your father's, your friend's, your own were all made here. I label each drawer with the animal I have taken the magical core from. I keep track of all purchases, and make the actual wands on my desk. I find it a rather pleasurable process, the making of wands. Each has a mind of it's own."

"It is so interesting." I said. I was looking around the room with wonder again. Here is where the most important magical objects are made. Ollivander looked at me curiously.

"Are you interested in wandlore, Miss Finnigan?" He asked, looking me over.

"Not until today. I've never given it much thought, but it seems quite amazing to be able to make the most important magical object there is!"

"Have you given much thought on your career?" He asked again, tentatively. I frowned.

"My mother wants me to work at the ministry, and I assume my father hopes for that, too."

"What do you wish to do?"
"I don't exactly know, to be honest."

"Well, based on your enthusiasm today, you might consider working here. I have a son who works here, and his young daughter also, but there is always work to be done, and I could teach you over time to make your own wands." Ollivander said. My eyes widened, looking once again around the room. Working her—it seemed rather odd, because I had never even thought of it before today, but I hadn't felt this excited in a long time. I smiled at the old man.

"I do have to consider my options more, but I think that I would love to." I said. He smiled, and ushered us back out into the main shop as the door bell tinkled. As I left, I said:

"I'll owl you soon to tell you what I have decided."

"I'll look forward to it." he said, his silver eyes twinkling at me.