Ch. 3

The door had a small bell that jingled when the door was open. There was only one chair and dust swirled everywhere. Shelves upon shelves of small rectangular boxes took up most of the room. Chris found it very creepy, like some old library.

"You would think that Ollivander would put in some more chairs." Hermione remarked.

"Place stills looks the same, don't it?" Ron asked no one particular.

"Thank you. I like consistency." An old man spoke softly. He had popped out of nowhere. Wispy white hair covered his head. Pale eyes peered through the gloomy dust.

"uh, Hello." Chris said akwardly.

"Hello. It's nice to see you." Ollivander bowed to them. "And Hermione Granger. Dragon Heartstring with vinewood, 10 ¾ inches."

"Um, yes." Hermione seemed flustered.

"Ronald Weasley. Unicorn hair with willow, 14 inches."

"That's right." Ron seemed a bit wary.

Ollivander nodded. "Well, what can I do for you today?"

"These two need wands." Hermiones said nervously, motioning for Andre and Chris to step forward.

"Then who's first?"

Chris stepped forward nervously. Ollivander pulled out a tape measure. He motioned for Chris to put out his arm. Chris stuck out his right arm, and the tape measure began to measure it. It measured from his fingertips to his elbow and from his elbow to his shoulder.

"Wands are very tricky to figure out. Wands choose the wizard, you see, so we will need to try out a few until we find the right one." Ollivander explained as the tape measure measured between Chris's eyebrows. "That'll do." Ollivander added, and the tape measure stopped.

He pulled out a box and brought to the counter, opening it up to reveal a wand. "There you go. Holly and unicorn hair. 11 inches. Now give it a wave, and try it out."

Chris took the wand in his wand, and, feeling very out of place, waved it around. Suddenly, Ollivander took it from his grasp.

"No, no, no. That's not it." He pulled out another box. "Try this one. Aspen and dragon heartstring. 9 inches."

Chris tried again, but it too was taken away. A pile of wand boxes began forming, but instead of seeming frustrated, Ollivander seemed delighted.

"Good, good. A tricky customer, eh? We'll have you suited right enough."

Chris's arm was growing tired. He switched to his left hand and began waving the upteenth wand when Ollivander grabbed his arm.

"Which arm is your wand arm?" He asked.

"Um…"

"Which hand do you write with?"

"Actually, I'm ambidextrous." Chris mumbled. He had never liked the fact.

Ollivander seemed interested. "Really? I wonder…please wait here."

He left them standing. They heard a door open and close, and moments later, he reappeared with a brown package and a wand box similar to the others, if only a bit wider.

. He opened the wand box to reveal a wand. "Try this."

Chris took the wand. He felt a slight warmth in his right hand, waved the wand around, and saw blue sparks trickle from his wands.

"Interesting." Ollivander mused. "I've never seen that glow in a person's eyes from their wand before."

"Well, thank you, Ollivander. How much for the wand?" Hermione asked, relieved.

Ollivander shook his head. "He's not ready yet."

Hermione looked confused. Ollivander pulled from the box a second wand and offered it to Chris, who took it in his left hand. He felt a surge of warmth coming from both wands, bigger than before, and he waved his wands together. A large shower of golden sparks leaped from his wands.

Chris turned from Ollivander to see the open-mouthed stares of everybody. Ron whispered to Hermione, "'s finally lost it."

"Um, Mr. Ollivander? Are you serious? Two wands?" Hermione asked tentatively.

Ollivander nodded. "I was sent these exactly 11 years ago. No name, no address." Ollivander looked at Chris. "The wand in your right hand is blue spruce with dragon heartstring that was combined with a chimera scale fragment, 10.5 inches. Quite rigid. The wand in your left hand is fairy wing core with rosewood, 9.5 inches. Very flexible. Along with the wands came this package." He handed the package to Chris.

Chris opened it, revealing a leather holster made for two wands.

"Mr. Ollivander, are you sure? I mean," Hermione hesitated. "Well, it's just that no one can have two wands, can they? Each wizard has a specific wand for them. No other wand will work as well as the chosen wand."

"My dear, there are many things we still don't understand about magic. Least of all is the magic in wands. We can make them, but we do not comprehend their full abilities. It is quite possible that a wizard can have two wands."
"What about the price? I know a little about wandmaking, and I know that fairy wings and chimera scale fragments aren't exactly common items found in your local shop."

Ollivander tilted his head. "That is true. But, under the circumstances, I will charge Mr. Fouracres here the price of just the right one. 68 galleons."

"But we don't have anywhere near that price!" exclaimed Hermione.

"Actually," Chris interjected, "I snuck some extra out of the vault." Quietly, he pulled out the extra from his pocket.

Hermione, to his surprise, didn't scold him. She took the money from his hands and counted out the amount. Ollivander took it from her in a pleased sort of way before turning his attention to Andre.

"You must be next. A first year too, I take it?" Ollivander smiled.

"You seem a bit chipper, Messer Ollivander." Hagrid commented.

"I'm quite partial to the beginning of the school year. Hagrid, are you this young man's father?"

"er, yea. Andre's m'boy."

"I think I have just the wand for you." Ollivander sailed to the back. He was back quickly, a abnormally long box in his hands.

"Here you go. Fwooper feather with applewood, 16 inches, flexible. Try it out."

Ollivander was right. The wand fit Andre perfectly.

"That wand is perfect for care of magical creatures."

"Care of Magical Creatures, eh?" Hagrid smiled.

"Shut it, dad." Andre growled.

After paying for Andre's wand, the group headed into London. They headed into a sports shop.

"Ok. Here's what you'll need." Hermione handed Chris a piece of parchment with the following list:

All students taking the Muggle Dueling class require:

Practice Bowstaff

Wooden training katana

1 set sparring gear

5 set shorts and t shirts

Weapon of choice (nunchucks, sai, tonfas, 3 section staff, manrikigusari/fighting chain)

Chris started searching around. As he found each item, he put it in the cart. At last, he was down to the weapon of choice. He read the weapon choices. He didn't which one to choose. Chris didn't know anything about martial arts weapons. "Hey, finding everything?" Ron asked.

"Yea. All I have left is the weapon of my choice. I just don't know which one I want."

Ron rubbed his chin. He casually browsed, along with Chris. Chris spotted the nunchucks, and went over to look at were kinda cool looking, so he swung it around a little. He started to think that this might be the weapon for him when he hit himself in the head. He carefully put them back up.

"What about these?" Ron held up a pair of weird wooden looking tools. The tag said tonfas. Chris took them, and looked over the weapons. He held the grips and swung his arms. The tonfas felt good, strong in his hands. These were for him. He placed them in the cart and paid for his supplies.

"Well, that's it for supplies. Hagrid, Andre, we'll see you on the platform?" Hermione asked.

"O' course." Hagrid said.

As He and Ron and Hermione said goodbye, Andre stepped toward Chris. "Hey, man, I'll see you on the first day, K?"

"Ok." Chris smiled.

Then he, Ron, and Hermione went back to the Leaky Cauldron.