Title: 101 Reasons Why Lucy Weasley is The Way She Is
Author: VictoriaRoseForever
Word Count: 370
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Lucy, Percy, and Mr. Olivander
Rating: K+
Summary: Reason #9: Lucy gets her wand
Authors Notes: Please Review! :D, sorry I havn't updated in a while....school ughhhhh
Disclaimer: I own nothing


Reason Number Nine: Lucy has the same wand as her mother.

August 24th, 2011, Lucy, hand in hand with her dad, walked up the steps of Mr. Olivander's wand shop. She looked over her shoulder, watching her mum and Molly enter Madam Malkins with her Aunt Fleur and Dominique. Looking up at her dad, she gave an uneasy glance and he smiled at her reassuringly. The shop was empty and Lucy looked around the dark area. Boxes were stacked on top of each other and she could see the dark shadow of an old man, standing near a hallway of wands.

"Ah, mister Weasley, maple wood, swishy, twelve feet, good with charms, am I correct?" a low, raspy voice whispered. Lucy felt herself move in closer to her dad, her eyes darting from him to the old man.

"You remember Mr. Olivander?" Percy chuckled.

"I remember all the wands I sell, Mr. Weasley," the man replied coming slowly into the light, "You daughter I am guessing?"

Percy softly gave Lucy a small push toward the counter. She stumbled along the way and looked up at the aging figure of Mr. Olivander. He gave her a small smiled and gestured her to come his way. She slowly walked up closer and he peered down at the small figure.

"More like her mother, I'm presuming?" he asked, and Percy smiled, nodding.

Mr. Olivander walked over the shelves of wands and rummaged over boxes. After a while, he pulled a dusty, mahogany colored box out. Bringing it over to the shelf, he brushed the dust off, and took off the lid, revealing a long, dark wand.

"Try this, apple wood, ten feet, excellent for transfiguration." He suggested handing it over to her. Percy stood behind his daughter, watching as she took the wand in her hand and suddenly ducked as a shard of glass flew his way.

"Not that one, I think." Mr. Olivander said, hastily taking the wand away.

After several wands, a temporary broken hand, and many shattered vases, Lucy stood, her hair tangled, face red and bit her lip as she was given another wand.

"Try this, twelve inches, rosewood, flexible, wonderful with defense against the dark arts," Mr. Olivander said calmly, "There also is a strand of unicorn hair in the center. Like your mothers wand."

Lucy hesitantly flicked the wand and then a strand of light streamed from the tip, exploding in a pair of colorful fireworks.

"That's the one." Mr. Olivander sighed, clasping his hands together.

Lucy thanked the man and walked out of the store with her dad, the box with the wand in her hands.

Lucy is the way she is because she has the same wand as her mothers.

It even took a broken hand to find it.


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