Narrator's POV
Well, before we get on to where our story begins why don't I give you a bit of background information on the Triplets? The Tawny Triplets grew up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and attended Elementary School. Each of the Triplets respectively gave their teachers Hell. In their own, and sometimes unified, ways. Tala by performing several pranks on both teachers and piers. Fala would constantly correct her teachers and quite often talk her way out of trouble. Sinapa by being bold and outspoken, she could often be rash and just jump right into things without thinking things through. Oh... Yes... These girls were one of kind but yet three of a kind. All three of them were so alike yet so different.
Tala was fairly laid back accept when it came to work, she was far from a slacker. When a teacher needed something done she jumped right on it always. When they would ask for volunteers for any school function her name was always first on the list. She rarely fought with other students. The key word here is 'rarely'. She would jump to defend someone from criticism if it was unjust. She rarely ratted anyone out. The key word yet again is 'rarely'. If she knew someone was doing something that would bring harm she wouldn't stand for it. She may not be as book smart as the middle sister but she was wise and caring.
Fala was at the top of the class. She won every spelling bee, aced every test with little to no studying involved. No one could get the better of her besides her sisters. When someone insulted her she just merely insulted them back calmly with advanced, complex and sophisticated words from a vocabulary very few children had at her age. With a swish of her midnight blue- black hair she would leave them baffled and at a loss for words.
The baby of the Triplets, Sinapa, was more than able to take care of herself in a fight. She stood up for those bullied and picked on. Not a person in the Elementary was able to beat her in a fight. Sinapa could even take on a few Middle School-ers. Her temper often clouded her judgment and led to verbal arguments with teacher. Thus landing her in multiple detentions. Well that's a temperamental red head for you.
Well, now that you know our girls a bit better why don't we get on with our tale? But I think I shall turn this over to our eldest trouble maker... Tala would you please?
Tala's POV
The bell's chime entwined with my sister's high pitches whines as we entered the worn down shop.
"But Da-!"
"Fala, hush!" My father scolded. "I do not want to hear another word on the matter!"
"Yes, Daddy..." Fala said bowing her head in respect. Fala knew better than to argue with Daddy when he put his foot down. Although, Sinapa was another story... She was about to pick up where our sister left off when an elderly man came up to us.
"Good afternoon," Mr. Ollivander's silvery eyes swept over my family and I. "Hmmm... I do not recall ever selling a wand to you, sir... So, you must be foreign..."
"What was your first clue?" Sinapa muttered to Fala, who shook her head at her sister.
"No we are from America." Fala's voice was smooth and warm like the summer breeze. "But you did sell a wand to our aunt, Alice Freespell."
Mr. Ollivander's eyes lit up stars. "Yes. Yes. Alice Freespell... Ten-and-a-quarter-inch. Birch. Unicorn hair core. A rare occurrence when someone from a Pure Magic family wants a wand. And a great honor for a wand maker to provide such wand..."
My father nodded. "My sister-in-law was rather fond of her wand... That is why I brought my daughters here to get theirs."
Mr. Ollivander's eyes became rounder than saucers, filled with delight. "Will they be attending Fern Mountain Academy of Sorcery or Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"
"Hogwarts." My father said promptly. "Their cousin, Neville Longbottom, is attending Hogwarts as well this year."
"Yes, I do believe he is... Strange I have not seen him yet... But I did hear rumor he'll be using his father's old wand..." Mr. Ollivander shook his head. "The wand chooses the Wizard... I cannot help but wonder if the wand will work properly for the poor boy..."
"I have heard that..." My father said.
"Well, sir, why don't you have a seat. I once spent hours trying to find the right wand for someone so this could take a while, especially since there are three of them. And if they are anything like their aunt we will be here a while."
And it did. I swear we tried nearly every wand in the shop. Most of the wands hated us. If Mr. Ollivander was a Muggle it would have taken him months to repair all the damage. Despite this Mr. Ollivander got more and more excited he got.
"I'll be right back..." Mr. Ollivander bolted to a door in the back of the shop as fast as his old legs could carry him.
When he returned he held an antique looking wooden box. I recognized the ancient symbol on the polished but battered wood. A large triangle with a circle, that was divided into five parts, in the center; they represented the Seven Essentials of Life.
"These wands have been passed down for centuries... They never chose a witch or wizard so I mostly use them for display... But I wonder..." He opened the box slowly. "The wand to the far right is Blackthorn wood with shards of dragon scale for a core. The center wand is Hazel, the core is the feather of a Pegasus. The final one is Bonsai wood."
"What is its core?"
"Nymph hair I do believe."
"Excess me, Mr. Ollivander, I may not know much about wands but I have never heard of these cores being used." My father pointed out.
"It wouldn't surprise me if you haven't, sir. These are the only wands still in existence with these cores, as far as I know."
"Still?" Fala asked highly intrigued.
"They were common cores in the very begging of Wandlore. The chores are very powerful and proved to be dangerous in the wrong hands... But I can't help but wonder..."
My sisters and I stood before the open box, a warmth traveled through my hand as I reached for the Bonsai wand. No sooner had my sisters and I had our hands fully raised the wands shot into our hands and glowed the respective colors of our Life Element. The Blackthorn, shimmering, blood red chose Sinapa. The Hazel gave off a yellow, iridescent light as it hovered before Fala. I hadn't noticed my hand curl around the shimmering, emerald green Bonsai wand but I had.
"I'd never thought I'd see the day..." Mr. Ollivander whispered. "Those wands have been passed down for generations..."
No sooner had he said this the wands had stopped glowing. The warmth was still there, though it was fading. I was already begging to feel my Pure Magic want to channel itself into the wand.
No. I shall not become Wand Bound. I will not be like Aunt Alice.
My father paid for our wands and thanked Mr. Ollivander. The moment we stepped out of the shop I saw him for the first time...
Author's Notes
Okay, I normally don't take this long to update but I've been in a bit of a block with this. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! If you have any questions feel free to ask. Do not hesitate to ask me anything that isn't too personal.
With Authorly Love,
Freewolf17
