AN: Chapter twenty-one!
As an apology for not updating in a while, I'm uploading the next few chapters all at once.
"Here, try this one. Ebony and unicorn hair, nine inches. Springy."
A little harried, Fakir took the wand and flicked it. Nothing. Ollivander snatched it back and added it to the growing pile of tried wands.
"Rowan and dragon heartstring. Thirteen inches. Quite rigid."
This time, Fakir had barely closed his hand around the length of wood before the delighted wandmaker replaced it with another.
"Ash and phoenix feather, ten inches, nice and sturdy," he said.
The writer waved it mechanically, twitching when the chair exploded. Thankfully it had been empty, as previous violent reactions had convinced Professor McGonagall to wait for him outside.
"Hmmm… This one. Oak and dragon heartstring, eleven inches, inflexible," proposed Ollivander, pale eyes gleaming.
Eying the old man nervously, Fakir accepted the wand, shivering as warmth rushed through him. He waved the wand, and green and gold sparks shot from the tip.
"Bravo, Mr. Meyers!"
AN: Fakir's wand characteristics were very carefully chosen (I have an entire document dedicated to possible wand woods, lengths, cores, and flexibilities). Feel free to review or PM me if you want an explanation.
Not on hiatus! Updates will just be inconsistent, unfortunately.
See you next update! Same duck-time, same duck-channel!