Percy had his mind blown so many times he couldn't be surprised any more. The first thing that exploded his perceptions of reality was the bank. Gringoots or something. The thing was run by freaking goblins! Scary ones at that. Percy never shivered from a glare as much as he did in there. The second amazing thing was getting his robes. It doesn't sound like much, but when he realized the tape measure was independent of the hands of the shopkeeper his jaw dropped. His mother giggled quietly at his face and Percy had relaxed slightly. Obviously Sally felt safe in Diagon Alley as bizarre as it was. And just seeing her happy brightened Percy's day. But now they were up to the last item on his magical shopping list, the one he'd been looking forward to the most. The one that his mom had left for last on purpose, just to annoy him. He was getting a wand.
Percy and his mom walked into the shop that didn't look like someone painted it since it'd been founded. The boy blinked as a tingle in the back of his skull started, a thing he identified as a reaction to magic. This store was saturated with it. He narrowed his eyes and tapped his foot. Suddenly a short man stepped out from behind a shelf stacked with wands. His graying hair and kind eyes calmed Percy for some reason. "Hello there, I'm Ollivander. Ah, Sally! Fir and unicorn hair, I believe. 13 and a half inches, reasonably supple." Percy's mom grinned.
"Now, who do we have here? Your son, Sally?" When the woman nodded, the eccentric old man continued. "Very well, which is your wand hand young man?" Percy glanced at him mom, wondering how that had anything to do with it.
"Um, well I can use both hands, but I prefer my ri-" The wand maker cut him off.
"That will do, now, hold your arms out, child. I must have something to base our search off of you know." Percy quickly spread his arms, holding them parallel to the ground, and glanced at his mom. She was barely hiding her smile at seeing him so uncomfortable. He scowled playfully at her and she let out a small chuckle. Percy's head flashed back around as a tape measure wound its way around his arm, then his fingers, and his nostrils.
The boy didn't even flinch, and he wondered how Ollivander could see the distances as he was facing away from where the young boy stood. 'The same way I do this, young one.' Percy jumped as a voice spoke up.
He saw Ollivander rummaging through a wand box and smiled slightly. 'Do you get the measurements through your mind?' Percy's curiosity was peaked, which was never a good thing for anyone who didn't love pure chaos.
'Yes, child. You will find much stranger things in your life, so you must get used to magic or else it will overwhelm you. Now I do believe your mother is getting suspicious, so let's get back on track, shall we?' Percy mentally nodded and felt the subtle presence in his mind retreat. "All right, Percy, try this wand on for size. And don't forget that the wand chooses the wizard, not the other way." The boy took the wand in the man's outstretched arm.
A wave of nausea run through him and he swayed slightly before regaining control of his mind. "Ah, chestnut and Dragon Heartstring, 9 inches. Extremely stiff. Often associated with self-indulgence. Hm, interesting." Percy frowned, the shopkeeper seemed insane! "Here you go, try this one. Elm and unicorn hair, 10 inches and supple."
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The process continued for a good half an hour. Ollivander choosing a wand and Percy picking it up. Some wands made Percy feel sick, and others broke something. Ollivander got increasingly excited as Percy shattered more of his shop. "Oh, a trick customer, eh? Don't worry, your wand is in here somewhere."
Sally had long since sat down and was looking on in awe as her son smashed up the wand maker's shop.
Ollivander brought out another Wand case. "Let's try this one, shall we? Elm and unicorn hair, 13 1/2 inches, rather supple. Give it a wave." Percy picked up the wand and cringed, waiting for something to happen. When nothing did, he frowned. Suddenly Percy was surrounded with a sea green light, the color of his eyes. Ollivander clapped his hands like a two-year-old. "Unicorn hair and Elm. One of my proudest creations. Known for being adept with the creatures of the magical world, loyal to a fault. It is an extremely good wand to have." 'Good luck Perseus Jackson, you will need it.' Percy nodded his head to the old wand maker and followed his mom out of the shop. "Well, that took longer than I thought it would. Are you all right now dear?"
Sally looked at her son worriedly. Percy smiled at his mother's worry. "I'm fine mom don't worry. How many wands did you go through when you were getting your wand?" Percy asked, eager for the information.
"Well, mine only took a few tries." Sally brought out her wand. It was a sleek and elegant thing with a bump three-quarters of the way down the length. The grain didn't run into each other and it flowed down into the top where a slight indent was.
"Whoa. Your wand is so cool!" He pulled his own out of its box and a rush flew through him. Nothing physical happened, just the feeling of wonder as he stared at his wand. Contrary to his mom's wand, his had a smooth grip. The rest of the wood was riddled with knobby bits with no rhyme nor reason. It was beautiful in Percy's opinion. He smiled and tucked his wand back in its case. The rush left him but didn't leave him tired. He glanced at his mom and realized they had reached the spot they teleported in from. Percy took his mom's hand and the end of the trolley they had been wheeling around. And once again, they were off.
A.N. So guys, tell me what you think of this story :) PM or leave a review, hope you enjoyed for now
Sorry if Percy is a bit OC, he's going to have a slightly different personality...
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