(I do not own anything, except for the story and my random OCs)
Phineas, Ferb, Buford and Baljeet stood, stunned to make the acquaintance with their friends. Candace stayed silent, not wanting to hear any retort Phineas may have wanted to say. Madam Malkin popped her head to see who'd entered.
"Candace Flynn?" Madam Malkin said, walking towards the front door.
"Hi Madam Malkin," Candace greeted, bringing her right hand up to wave.
"What can I do for you today? Do you need new robes for school?" the kind lady asked, the teenaged girl shook her head. "My younger brothers need robes for school," Candace answered the lady, bobbing her head and got to work. She ushered Baljeet and Buford away to begin her work.
Some time passed, but by the time Madam Malkin was done both boys had robes of their very own. Phineas thought the robes were just jaw-dropping amazing from the material to how it felt when he wore it. He felt like a real wizard even if he didn't have his wand yet. Ferb had expressed his delight about the robes by noting to him how nice it fitted.
They exited the robes shop and headed out on the main street of Diagon Alley the bustling crowds never stopped, Candace led at the front and Ferb tailed at the back while Phineas was in the middle of the two.
Phineas glanced into the windows of one of the shops with a keen interest, various types of owls were perched in cages, he could see some rats and cats inside the shop. It never occurred to him that they could've had a pet, but they already had Perry and nothing could replace their precious pet.
"Alright, so you guys head to Ollivanders and get your wands, then you can come to Flourish and Blotts to help carry your books," Candace told the boys and pointed to the shop across the way and gestured with her head to the bookshop.
"Okay Candace, just don't let the books weigh you down," Phineas said with a dismissive wave and the two whirled around and saunter through the crowd. They were nearly there when a figure veered past Phineas, both bumping into each other, but Phineas tripped over an uneven stone and fell to the ground with a small squeak escaping his mouth.
The figure turned around. "Oh, I'm so sorry, kid." The voice was of a man, he extended a hand to the redhead. Phineas took a good look at the guy, hazel eyes, a stubble, and messy dark red hair. The boy took his hand and he was lifted up to his feet.
"It's okay, I should've expected this from a busy area." Phineas began to chuckle, "Take care." the man gave a warm smile before waving goodbye and departing.
Ferb grabbed Phineas by the scruff of his collar and dragged him to Ollivanders.
Upon entering Ollivanders, Phineas was as curious as ever, the tall shelves of rectangular boxes. Each box containing a single wand, every wand was uniquely made from the wood to the design, length and core.
Phineas couldn't help but stand in the doorway and stare upwards, his eyes trailing along the many shelves to the ceiling. Ferb had to tap on his brother's shoulder which snapped him back into reality.
The two boys made their way to the front counter, Ollivander wasn't anywhere to be seen until they looked up. The elderly gentleman gripped the sides of a ladder, he'd veer his head to and fro swiftly. Checking each of the boxes.
"Ahm." Ferb cleared his throat, Ollivander turned his attention to him and Ferb. "Hello," The man climbed down the ladder cautiously.
"What can I do for you today?" Ollivander asked the two, cupping his hands together with a small smile spreading across his face.
"We're in need of wands, sir. For me, and my brother." Ferb gestured to Phineas, the redhead nodded his head. Phineas was surprised his brother spoke, well then again Ferb didn't have a mute button. His brother just preferred to be quiet.
"Ah yes," Ollivander spoke, obviously intrigued. He went off on his search for the perfect wands for Phineas and Ferb.
Phineas turned to Ferb, "Do you think Candace is waiting for us impatiently?" The green haired boy bobbed his head, a smile crept onto his face. "Maybe she's still waiting in line, who knows," Ferb replied to his brother, Ollivander returned to the counter with an armful of wand boxes.
"Here you are…" Ollivander brought out a wand, it looked to be made of hornbeam. "Phineas and my brother Ferb," The redhead said to the gentleman, taking the wand from Ollivander. It felt okay, but he could sense that this wand wasn't the one.
"What do you think? Does it feel right?" The man asked as he handed Ferb a birch wood wand, which was much shorter.
"It's okay, but how do I know if it really feels right?" Phineas questioned. "You'll know, it'll feel like something life-changing," Ollivander responded.
"Alright, I don't think this is the one then."
"I don't feel like this is the one."
Both Phineas and Ferb spoke in unison, the two looked over to each other, both observing the other's wand. The brothers switched wands and at that moment they both knew these were the wands. The two gave each other an assured look then nodded.
"Phineas, your wand is an 11-inch birch wand with a phoenix feather core. And your, good sir, is a 12 and ½ hornbeam wand with a dragon heartstring core."
"Thanks, Mr. Ollivander, sir," Phineas said with gratitude. The two soon left with their new wands, the boys had passed the storefront windows. And a man entered Ollivander's wand shop.
"Ah! Hello Reginald, how has your day been?" Ollivander greeted warmly to his friend.
"Just peachy, Ollie." Grandpa Fletcher waved to Ollivander.
