You're probably wondering why "Honda" isn't in this fic. Well, he's a muggle, and isn't mentioned much. It's not like he has as many fans as Seto or Yugi.

They all go shopping today. A couple of them will meet. Which of them? I'm not telling you here.

I am aware that some of the woods I have chosen for the wands are not necessarily wand trees. However, I chose them because their magical properties seem to go well with the character. And also, please note, that a wand's length is often roughly the size of one's forearm – that is, from elbow to finger tip. On an average person, that's about fifteen and a half inches, or about 40 centimeters (that's my own length, and I think I'm about average height for girls). Of course, a lot of people might think that a little long. So, it's been shortened for better portability. Make sense? Yes? Great. No? Then just bear with the measurements.


"I don't see why we're not getting a wand first," Jounouchi complained. Jou, Anzu, Miho, Yugi, and Grandpa were on Diagon alley with their purses full of Galleons and their supplies list in their pockets.

"We're saving the best for last," Anzu replied, annoyed, whacking Jou upside the head.

"Ow!" Jounouchi shouted. Miho giggled at the slapstick humor.

"Why don't we get robes first?" she suggested. "It's tedious work, so we should get it done quicker when we're not all tired."

"Good idea," complimented Yugi. "Let's go. Grandpa, stop lagging!"

"Eh, heh, heh, sorry…" Grandpa groaned. "Being an old, wise man has its downsides."

When they arrived at Madame Malkin's, the store-keeper was already working on a seventeen year old blonde beauty. This girl was rather tall, with wavy yellow hair and eyes so blue, they were almost violet, a similar color to Yugi's. Her robe was trimmed with green, denoting that she was from Slytherin.

The teen spotted Grandpa and his youngster group as they walked in. "Oh great, more short squirts to deal with this year."

"Hey!" Jou shouted, outraged. "Don't underestimate us!"

The girl sighed. "The name's Mai, a Slytherin. I don't want to see you guys at Hogwarts when the year starts, or else I'll probably hex you."

"Now, now," Madame Malkin bustled. "I will not tolerate fighting in this shop! Either wait quietly or leave." Yugi and the others reluctantly sat down. Grandpa excused himself and disappeared to the crowd outside. When Mai was done with robes, she paid Madame Malkin and promptly left.

"Who's next?" she asked. Yugi stood up, wanting to be done first. "Alright, spice up my day, m'boy. Stand over here on this stool…"


Ishizu and Rishid led Marik through the streets of Diagon Alley, the three Egyptians looking slightly out of place. They had already been to Madame Malkin's, the Apothecary, and the bookstore. All that was left was a wand… and perhaps ice cream later. Marik could barely stop from jumping up and down, so much that Ishizu had to continuously calm him with the promise of frozen delights if he was good.

The sky was beginning to gray with dusk when they reached Ollivander's. A bell rang somewhere when they opened the door. The shop was filled with rows and rows of long boxes – Marik assumed they contained wands. It was seemingly deserted, so Ishizu went up to the desk there and tapped the bell on it. Rishid stood quietly near the window.

"Ah, hello," came a voice. Ollivander's wrinkled face and frizzled hair made an appearance from the back of the shop. "I was just recording some new stock. Ishizu! Nice to see you again! Your little brother's turn today, yes?"

"Yup!" Marik said loudly, grinning widely. Ollivander smiled at the energetic youth. The wand-maker bent down to be eye level with the small Egyptian.

"I never forget a face," he said, not unkindly. "If your wand breaks, you just come right back here." He stood up again. "The wand chooses the wizard, Master Marik. We'll get started, yes? Hold out your wand hand."

Marik obeyed, raising his right arm. Ollivander tapped a measuring tape with his own wand and it started measuring the young boy while a pen – also magicked – recorded the measurements. When this was over, the wand-maker skimmed the results and disappeared behind a shelf. He came back with a couple wand boxes.

"Here, try this one, Maple and Dragon Heartstring, eleven inches." Marik opened the box handed to him and lifted a light brown stick off of the silk. He held it loosely in his fingers, and an icy coldness spread through his arm, making him shiver and almost drop the wand. Ollivander took it from Marik quickly.

"Nope, not that one. Here, try this one, Black Palm, Hippogriff feather, ten and a half inches." Marik tried this one out too, and blew up a glass vase. "And I just repaired that…" the wand-maker complained.

"S-sorry," Malik stuttered.

"Oh, it's no problem," Ollivander assured the young boy. He picked up a third box. "Please, try this one, Sagebrush and Phoenix feather, twelve and a quarter inch." Marik reached out a shaking hand and took the lightly colored wand. Immediately, a type of warmth spread, almost like a hope or encouragement. "Oh, it's perfect!" The wand-maker clapped his hands together. To Ishizu, he added, "seven Galleons…"

With his freshly wrapped wand in hand, Malik and his siblings headed towards the door. However, another person stepped inside, and accidentally bumped into Ishizu.

"Oh, sorry," he said, with a pure British accent.

"Bakura!" Marik cried, surprised. "Imagine the coincidence." The white haired boy finally recognized the blonde Egyptian boy.

"Marik, didn't see you there," Bakura apologized. Of course, since all three of these three are pure bloods and they lived in the same city, it's natural that they know each other and are on friendly terms.

"Hey, is your shopping all done?" Ishizu asked. "If it is, we can wait here, and then we'll all go get ice cream, my treat." Bakura smiled.

"That'd be great, Ishizu," he replied.

"Are you here on your own?" Marik inquired.

"Well, my parents are getting me a surprise birthday gift," Bakura explained, "but I think they're getting me a pet."

"Well, don't let us stop you from getting an important tool," Ishizu said, stepping aside and sitting on the bench that was inside. Bakura nodded and walked up to the desk, behind which an expectant Ollivander awaited.

"Ryou Bakura," said he, "a pleasure to meet you. You're a lefty, yes?" (A/N It's not specified, which "wand hand" he uses, so I made him a lefty. Lefties are cool.) Bakura confirmed that with a nod. "Yes… this will only take a minute," Ollivander stated, turning around and disappearing once again behind a shelf.

Ollivander took a little bit longer than when he worked with Marik, and came back with one box. "Cocobolo wood, a little exotic, but you're just a little exotic boy, aren't you?" he joked. Bakura smiled uncertainly. "Well, try this wand, Cocobolo wood and Dragon heartstring, thirteen and three-quarters inches, good for transfiguration." He handed the white haired boy a reddish brown wand, which he took carefully.

Bakura gave it a little flick upwards, and the vase that had broken before reversed itself like a tape on rewind and was lifted back onto its spot. Amazing talent for just flicking a stick.

"Oh, just brilliant!" Ollivander exclaimed. "You two were made for each other!"

Ollivander packed and wrapped the wand, and Bakura handed over seven Galleons in exchange for it. Box in hand, Bakura joined Ishizu, Rishid, and Marik as they left, and they all left for the ice cream shoppe.


Seto Kaiba followed Hagrid from the streets of London into the dusty inn known as the Leaky Cauldron. "Tom!" Hagrid bellowed. "We need another room for young Seto 'ere!" Tom the Bartender shuffled over with a key in his hand and studied Seto, who shrank back a little.

"So many Japanese are coming in," noted Tom. He started to shuffle away again, but stopped and motioned to Seto to follow.

"'S'all right, Seto," Hagrid encouraged. "He'll lead you to yer room, and once you get a little settled, we c'n get you yer supplies. Yeh can meet me down here, I'm hard teh miss." Seto smiled a little at that last bit, and followed Tom the Bartender up some stairs and to a wooden door. With the key he had, Tom opened the door and bowed out of the way of the young brunette.

Inside the room was a simple bed with tall posts but no canopy. Despite the tavern's dusty look, the room looked relatively clean. There was a window facing the streets of London, and a window on the wall to Seto's right. To his left was a large wardrobe that, Tom warned, giggled at the guys when changing. There was a sink with a mirror above it, too, but the bartender said the restroom was down the hall to his right.

Tom descended the stairs once more, leaving Seto on his own. The door next to his opened and a boy wearing round glasses with bright green eyes and messy black hair exited. Soon thereafter, the boy spotted Seto.

"Oh, hello," he greeted. "You're not… perhaps the boy Hagrid had to go and pick up, are you?"

"Yeah, Seto Kaiba's the name," Seto replied. "Yours?"

"Harry Potter. Hey, aren't you the son of the guy who owns Kaiba Corp, the gaming company?" Seto winced against his wishes.

"Yeah. So, you're a… a wizard too?"

"Yup, I found out just a few days ago. Have you bought anything yet?" Seto shook his head. "Well, why don't I show you around so that Hagrid can have a break?"

Seto shrugged, and Harry took that as a yes. He let the boy set his things in his room before they headed downstairs to tell Hagrid they were going to explore Diagon Alley alone.

"Alright, I s'pose," Hagrid said in answer to their proposition. "Be careful, and Seto, yeh'd better go ter Gringotts first. Go to one o' the Goblins to yer right when you go in. He'll trade yer yen for wizard money."

"Got it," Seto replied. "Let's go, then."

"Er, right."


Anzu looked down the list. "Alright, people, it's the moment you've been waiting for."

"Wand time!?" Jounouchi shouted eagerly. Grandpa had found them at the bookstore, and he had smiled at him like he had a secret to be told later.

"Yup!" Anzu replied happily. They were standing outside Ollivander's already, and headed in.

"Ah, four more customers today," greeted the shop keeper. "All Japanese. Not much of a surprise, as there's not a good school in Japan currently…"

"We just want wands!" Jou said impatiently. Ollivander chuckled.

"Since you're so impatient, young man, you can go first." Ollivander took the measurements of all four children at once, as to speed up the process a little. Then, he first handed Jou a Redheart wand, but when he waved it, he blew up the vase.

"That thing gets broken too much," Ollivander stated dryly. "Here, try this: Ivy and thirteen and a half inches, griffin feather." This Jou took up and was greeted with a gentle warm breeze that lifted up his hair. He handed over seven Galleons and sat down, examining his very own wand.

Miho stood up next. Her ribbon, as always, tied up her hair, and she was wearing one of her new robes to show off that she was indeed heading to Hogwarts, and she was damn proud of it. Ollivander handed her first a Desert Ironwood stick, then a Purpleheart, then Poplar, then Whitewood, but none of them had any reaction. Finally, she was given an Ash wand, ten and three-quarters inches, with a Veela hair core, and it seemed that the reaction satisfied the wand-maker. (She found out later that her face visibly relaxed when she picked up the wand.)

Next up was Anzu. First she was handed a Eucalyptus wand, but that singed the shops walls. Ollivander stood there for a second, before deciding to give her an Apricot wand, eleven and a half inches, with a Moon Bird core.

Last up was Yugi. Ollivander peered into the young boy's innocent eyes, and a thought was immediately made.

"For a case such as yours, I recommend the Holly wand, ten and a quarter inches, Unicorn Hair. As pure as wands get." Now, Holly wood is usually almost pure white, but since almost all of the wood was stained – to last longer – it was a light brown.

Yugi took the wand, and immediately warmth wrapped itself around his body. He seemed to glow in a golden light, and as soon as it had started, it stopped. Yugi blinked, confused.

"It suits you perfectly, my boy!" Ollivander exclaimed, obviously pleased. "Seven Galleons…"

Just then, the door was thrown open, and a brisk dusk wind blew inside. The group turned around to see young Harry Potter and Seto Kaiba.

"Seto!?" Yugi exclaimed. "Seto Kaiba!? What are you doing here!?"

Seto just looked confused. "D-do I know you?" Yugi blinked, suddenly understanding.

"Oh, you were all over the news two years back! That's how I recognized you… and… Harry Potter?"

"Ah, yes, escorting a new young wizard, yes, Mr. Potter?" the wand-maker queried.

"Er, yes, I am. We just need to get him a wand, Mr. Ollivander," Harry said sheepishly. The others were just quiet and watching.

"Yes, yes, come here, my boy," the wand-maker said kindly to Seto. The CEO's son slowly made his way towards Ollivander. The tape measure took the brunette's measurements while he tried to follow it with his head ("Stay still, Mr. Kaiba.").

While that was going on, Yugi attempted to talk avidly with Harry Potter.

"You're the Boy-Who-Lived!" he exclaimed.

"So I've been told," Harry replied, frustrated. "Look, please just leave me alone. I'd rather not have people staring at me or my scar, or anything."

"Oh, sorry…"

"Alright, try this wand, Mr. Kaiba," Ollivander said for what seemed like the thirtieth time. There was a small pile of wand boxes on the desk. Seto looked nervously back at Harry over his shoulder.

"Oh, that happened to me too," Harry responded to the brunette's look. Seto turned back towards the wand-maker, and was handed a wand made of Aromatic Red Cedar wood. Though polished, a little bit of its scent could still be smelled if one had a good nose. It was fourteen inches with a Hippogriff talon core, the longest wand so far.

Seto stood there, unsure of what to do with it. "Well, give it a wave," Ollivander suggested. The entire room was silent. Miho swore she could hear spirits whisper in the back room. Seto paused for a second longer, before finally flicking the reddish stick upwards. A pile of books on the wand-maker's desk suddenly spontaneously combusted. Every eleven year old in the room jumped in surprise.

"I-is that a good thing?" Seto asked.

"Oh yes, my boy, yes!" Ollivander cried. Maybe he was hyper from his long work day. "One day, I feel, you will be a great man." He lowered his voice so the audience couldn't hear. "You see, my boy, a hippogriff is a creature that requires a lot of respect, and with the talon of one being the core of your wand, you will be a man that demands respect." Seto shivered a little, being reminded of his mansion over with… with someone worse than Voldemort, in his eyes. "Keep your heart true, and not only will you be respectable, but you will be a better person than who you are thinking of right now.

Seto nodded, his eyes wide. It was as if this old man could read his mind, or his heart – but he only thought of the mind-reader part. Ollivander raised his voice again, saying, "That's seven Galleons, my boy."

As the group left the shop, the wand-maker mused to himself, "For the love of the Holy One, I hope that he will not end up in Slytherin, or that if he does, his heart will not be influenced by the to-be-Death Eaters. He suffers enough at home. I hope for the love of the spirits in this world, he'll find good and worthy friends."


Hope all this wand stuff didn't bore you.

This probably won't be mentioned anywhere, so… Mai's wand is made of Zebrawood with Mermaid hair for a core. Length unknown.