Author's Note:
Whoops, this chapter is even shorter than the last one. I realised that this scene doesn't mesh very well with the next one so I decided to put it in it's own chapter even though it's only a few hundred words. I probably could add it to the last chapter, but I'm the kind of person who likes to put my mistakes on display. XD Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that is owned by J.K. Rowling
Oswin
The dust in the quaint shop stirred as the small group entered. A smell like slightly damp wood and old books filled the air. The three witches were a crowd in the small space and Oswin tensed with discomfort and nerve. The silent room was taken over by scuffs and creaks as Mr. Olivander, who Oswin had met when Monique had gotten her wand, shuffled around the corner.
"Ah, the Mielbois!" He exclaimed fondly, "yes, I remember you." He turned to Monique, "Fourteen and a half inches, cypress, unicorn hair core, and completely unyielding if I remember correctly."
"Yes, that's right."
"Well, of course," said Olivander, "I never forget a wand."
Oswin coughed uncomfortably and Olivander jerked around to look at her, as though he had forgotten she was there. "Oh, yes, Oswin. First year at Hogwarts I suppose?" Oswin didn't bother responding, "Well, best find you a wand than, eh?"
As a tape measure began measuring Oswin in various places (her height, the length of her forearms, shoulder to shoulder, shoulder to ear, etc.), Olivander browsed through several of the boxes on the towering shelves. He pulled out several, put several back, and eventually there was a wand in Oswin's hand. This wand was very quickly revoked after nothing proceeded to happen.
Oswin must have tried at least four wands. An oak, a pine, maybe two seperate spruce wands, until one wand didn't do nothing. A subtle warmth spread through Oswin as though she could feel the wand living and breathing.
"Ah, yes," and this time it was Oswin who had forgotten Olivander was there, "that's the one then. Eleven inches, sycamore, phoenix feather core, quite hard."
Even for someone who grew up in a magical household, there's something exciting about getting a wand for the first time, and Oswin could feel it: a galaxy worth of potential, exhilaration, and power all lay in a calm anticipation in her hand. It was as if the world was open to her for the first time.
Oswin left the shop feeling her heart and spirits lift. Somehow she felt confident that no matter what happened, no matter what obstacles fell in her path, she would be ready.
Author's Note:
Chapter three is already a third done so it should be posted soon. :) Please tell me what you think (I would especially love to hear your predictions for what's going to happen with the plot and characters).