Oh dear, is that..?


Summary: Garrick Ollivander has a startling piece of information for Fleur Delacour.


"'Air from ze 'ead of a veela," Fleur said, clearly proud of it. "One of my grandmuzzer's," she added, triumphantly.

Ollivander looked at her for a few seconds. "Is that what she told you? Your grandmother must not be very honest."

Fleur blinked. As did everyone else.

"I used to work with Veela hair, and the hair on your pretty little heads isn't magically potent, even on full blooded Veela. Given how magically potent it'd have to be to be used as a core for a wand, I'd say you're using one of your grandmother's pubic hairs."

Fleur was colored green and she excused herself, leaving her wand with Ollivander, who just looked somewhat amused at the whole exchange.

"Silly girl, can't believe she bought that..."