12th August 2018
Lorcan Scamander
As they moved swiftly through Diagon Alley, Luna held her twins' hands tightly, even when they squirmed and fidgeted, trying to pull their fingers from her grasp. Lorcan especially – he wanted to explore all the different shops, not to mention that your mum holding your hand was embarrassing. However, his brother Lysander didn't seem to mind quite as much. But then again, Lysander didn't seem to mind about anything much.
'Come on, boys!' Luna called cheerfully (Lorcan rolled his eyes slightly, they weren't five years old anymore), 'We're going to see Mr Ollivander now. But you must remember, Mr Ollivander is a lovely man, so you show him lots of respect, okay?' But she needn't have worried.
'Ah, Luna! What a lovely surprise! Oh it is truly wonderful to see you, my dear. And look at your boys, eleven already, I see!' After all, the wandmaker and the blonde woman were good friends.
'Who's going first?' he then asked.
Lorcan looked over at his brother. 'I will,' he said confidently.
'Brilliant. Now, you must be … ?'
'Lorcan.'
'Thank you, Lorcan. Now, if you could just stretch out your wand arm?'
The boy was happy to oblige, and did as the old man told him. The magical tape measure flew around him, and Lorcan looked around at all the wands that stretched up into the blackness above him. He thought about where the wands would go, who they would belong to. Maybe one of them would do something great. Maybe one of them would get passed down through generations. These sort of things often interested him, although he wasn't sure why.
'Here we go,' said Mr Ollivander. 'Try this one – fir, unicorn hair, excellent for Transfiguration. No? Well …how about this?'
But it was the seventh wand which was right for Lorcan – maple, dragon heartstring, twelve and a half inches, rather bendy. It emitted silvery puffs of smoke, rather like what was in magical pipes, when he held it, and the usually warm sensation felt in the fingertips was almost hot as the wand shone brightly. Mr Ollivander smiled.
'Those chosen by maple wands are by nature travellers and explorers; they are not stay-at-home wands, and prefer ambition in their witch or wizard, otherwise their magic grows heavy and lacklustre. Fresh challenges and regular changes of scene cause this wand to literally shine, burnishing itself as it grows, with its partner, in ability and status.
This is a beautiful and desirable wood, and wand quality maple has been among the most costly for centuries. Possession of a maple wand has long been a mark of status, because of its reputation as the wand of high achievers.'
Lorcan didn't always admire people, but the look of reverence he gave the wandmaker caused the old man to chuckle.
'Just like your mother,' he said. 'Fascinated.
'Now, Luna, I trust you want to pay for them both at once?'
'Yes,' Luna said wearily. Fourteen galleons was rather a lot to spend in just one shop.
'Well then. It seems that it is now your turn, young Lysander.'
A/N: I know it was meant to be 16 wands in 16 years, but I moved the Scamander twins forward from 2025 to 2018, because it becomes easier for other stories. Sorry about that! I'm not chaging the title, though.
This was also written for the Mutichapter One Hour Challenge / Hardest Chllenge Ever on the HPFC forum. I used the prompts weary, black and reverence.
Oh, and I'm still accepting ideas for non Next-Gen chapters! Details can be found in Chapter 11
