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Toshiro let out a relieved sigh as he left 'Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.' The women cried about how small and thin he was for a fourteen-year-old, how unusual his white hair was, how attracting his silvery blue eyes were and on and on. He felt as if he had been inside that shop for hours, and vowed never to return to that shop again unless absolutely necessary.

He re-checked his list of supplies to make sure he bought everything needed. He had everything on the list except for a broom, a pet, and a wand. Brooms and pets were not mandatory, and Toshiro really didn't have a need for them. However, he needed a wand.

Toshiro looked around and spotted a narrow and shabby shop with a sign that hung over the door, saying Ollivander's: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC in peeling golden letters. He headed over to the shop and carefully stepped inside. On the window, there was a wand lying on a faded purple cushion, gathering dust. Inside the shop there was a single spindly legged chair and countless narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling.

"Good afternoon," a soft voice came from the shadows. Having already sensed the person's presence, Toshiro calmly turned around to face an old man with wide, pale eyes. Toshiro ignored the sharp, searching gaze of the old man and simply waited for him to speak.

"First year in Hogwarts?"

"Yes."

"But you are not eleven, are you?" Ollivander asked. His tone was airy, but his eyes remained sharply observant.

"I'm a transfer student from Japan. I'll be in fourth year." Toshiro replied warily, but Ollivander seemed satisfied with his answer. He was smiling contently and nodding to himself. "Ahh… from Japan. You must be Ukitake Jyuushiro's son, are you not?"

"…Yes. My name is Toshiro Hitsugaya. You knew my father?"

"Of course, of course. You both have such an unusual hair colour. And I remember every wand I've ever sold, . Your father had a quite a unique wand, as I recall. Ash and Kneazle hair. A very unusual combination, but his core was much more unusual. The hair was from the tail of a two-headed Kneazle. It was a very good wand for drawing Runes."

Ollivander fixed his bright eyes on Toshiro. "And I believe your wand will be just as unique as your father's, maybe even more so. Now, which is your wand arm?"

Toshiro blinked at the sudden change of topic, but wordlessly held his right arm up. The long, sliver tape measure in Ollivander's hands sprang to life, measuring from his shoulder to finger, wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, around his head, between his eyes… Toshiro knocked it out of his face and looked towards Ollivander who was coming back from with piles of boxes.

"Yew and Ashwinder scale, ," Ollivander said as he handed over the wand. "Give it a wave."

Toshiro barely touched the wand when it was grasped away from his hands. Before he even blinked, however, another wand was thrust in front of him.

"Birch and Manticore hair," Ollivander looked at Toshiro who eying him doubtfully. "Go on, swish it."

Toshiro took the wand, only to have it snatched away from his hands yet again. The process must have been repeated at least a dozen times before he could finally hold a wand. The Apple and heartstring of Antipodean Opaleye wand felt heavy and uncomfortable in his hands and he could feel the angry presence of Hyourinmaru stirring inside him. At Ollivander's encouraging look, however, Toshiro sighed and waved the wand, feeling foolish.

A large BOOM echoed through the small shop and Toshiro coughed at the dust that rose off from everywhere. From shelves, wand boxes had fallen to the floor and window glasses had been cracked. However, Ollivander didn't seem to mind at the least. He was muttering excitedly as he searched through the piles of boxes he had brought.

"Definitely a dragon heartstring for a core, but a different breed. And the wood is completely wrong! A more powerful wood for sure…"

For the next hour or so, Toshiro went through every single wand in the shop with a dragon heartstring core, but couldn't find a single wand that didn't damage the store. Although some wands had actually felt light and slightly comfortable in his hands, Hyourinmaru just wouldn't accept them for some reason. It will be impossible to find a wand without Hyourinmaru's consent, and it seemed like it would be impossible to appease her indignation at having to accommodate another presence. Toshiro smothered a sigh and looked at Ollivander to find a surprised but joyful look on his face. His eyes seemed to shine with a childlike glee, which made Toshiro even more uncomfortable.

"It seems like I do not have a wand that fits you, ," Ollivander rubbed his palms with anticipation. "It's been a long time since I had to make a custom wand. Follow me, please."

Ollivander disappeared behind the wand shelves and Toshiro followed with a last glance at the completely destroyed shop. He hadn't thought that acquiring a wand would be so troublesome.

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The basement was full of large cupboards with various runes etched onto them. Ollivander headed towards one of the largest cupboards and bit his finger before pressing them lightly on the runes. It glowed for a moment and then the cupboard doors creaked open to reveal stacks and stacks of bottles with various colours of something immersed in a clear liquid.

Ollivander looked at Toshiro with pride in his eyes. "This is my family's valued collection of dragon heartstrings. I advise you to treat these carefully as they can be very volatile in a raw form like this."

However, Ollivander's voice did not reach Toshiro's ears just now. He could feel the icy presence of Hyourinmaru coming from the cupboard ever since the runes collapsed, and was having a hard time restraining himself to reach into the cupboard and snatch it out. Seeming to realize Toshiro's fixation on something, Ollivander took his hand and guided him through the shelves. Soon, in Toshiro's hands, there was a bottle encased in silvery ice.

Ollivander sighed with longing as he looked at the bottle in Toshiro's hands. "It seems that you found a wand core that fits you . Unfortunately, the dragon heartstring inside that bottle cannot be obtained. It was a heartstring freely given to my ancestor thousands of years ago by an ancient Ice Dragon of an unknown species. However, as soon as it was immersed inside the preservation liquid, the liquid around it froze, trapping it in a never melting ice. The most skilled goblin craftsman in history declared it impossible to obtain, and I don't see how…" Ollivander trailed off and stared as Toshiro easily slid opened the lid of the bottle and the ice turned back into liquid.

He blinked. And blinked again before staring at Toshiro once and then back again at the open bottle. Then he laughed delightfully and held the bottle up. "There must have been some magic on the heartstring cast by the dragon itself! It is believed that the ancient dragons long time ago could speak the human tongue and were masters of magic. It must have been spelled to make sure that it did not fall into the wrong hands until the rightful owner came to claim it!" Suddenly, Ollivander's joyful mood disappeared and he became serious. "Although I do not know its breed, , I'll have to warn you that this heartstring will be a very powerful wand core."

Toshiro nodded, knowing without a doubt that Ollivander's assumption was true, and also relieved that the old wand maker did not suspect him of doing anything out of ordinary. Seeing Toshiro nod, Ollivander dropped the serious face and rubbed his hands gleefully.

"Now, I believe that the wood that matched with you was a willow, was it not? Come here and feel the right willow for your wand."

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When Toshiro entered the Ollivander's wand shop in a week's time, Ollivander's voice called him straight down to the basement. When Toshiro arrived at the basement, Ollivander closed the door and preformed several privacy charms on the door. Seeing Toshiro's curious gaze upon him, Ollivander ushered him to sit down.

"Now, I need to have a serious talk with you, . This wand I crafted… it is a very powerful wand. In all my years, I haven't seen a wand that will match the power of this one. I have once made a mistake of selling a powerful wand into the wrong hands and that wand is being used to do great, but terrible things. You must understand that when I am crafting a wand, no matter its strength, I put all my effort into it. They are my pride and joy. I really do not like seeing my creations being used with ill intent, and do not wish to make the same mistake again."

Ollivander stared straight into Toshiro's bright, clear eyes. Seeing the soft look of understanding and fierce determination in them, he smiled. "But, I believe this one has found the perfect owner." He handed Toshiro a white wooden box.

Toshiro carefully opened the box, feeling Hyourinmaru's power emitting from the wand in soft waves. Inside the box, there was a thin and elegant looking, pure white wand. He carefully lifted the wand out of the box and felt the cool waves rolling off from the wand much like waves from his zanpakutou, but in much softer and less powerful waves. He swished the wand and shower of silver sparks came out of it, illuminating the dark basement brightly. Toshiro smiled as he felt the already cool temperature of the room drop a few degrees more. The wand behaved just like his zanpakutou did.

"Oh, bravo!" Ollivander cried as he clapped his hands. "Watching my creations bond with their partners is always a pleasant experience. Take good care of that wand, , and that will be eighteen gallions and six sickles."