50. Magic
As Hermione walked into Olivander's she felt her breath catch in her throat. It was magnificent. All she could see were wand boxes and they seemed to go on for miles. She was a little sad that her parents had left her to get her wand on her own – they would love this place – but in a way she was happy because it was her world after all, not her parents'.
When Olivander walked out she couldn't help but grin – he was the perfect image of a wizard. Well, he was in Hermione's eyes anyway. She was startled out of her daze by the sound of his voice addressing her.
"You're a muggle-born, I'll bet!" he said, taking in the expression on her face, "It's quite the sight, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir, it is." Hermione agreed, nodding enthusiastically.
"Please, call me Ollivander. There's no need to call me 'sir' – I'm not a professor!" he told her with a small chuckle to himself, "Now, come this way and we'll find you a wand."
Hermione followed after him quickly to a table in the corner where he was already beginning to pile up some wands for her to try out. She stared at the pile, unsure if she was allowed to touch them while he continued fetching more wands from the back of the shop.
"Don't be scared, child, just pick one up and give it a wave. You'll know when a wand picks you!"
So Hermione did just that, she picked up a wand and gave it a wave. Nothing happened. She stared at it disheartened until Ollivander came back and told her not to worry and that not all wands were willing to give out their magic to everyone. Hermione soon calmed down when the next wand she tried gave a little spark, but that wasn't right either. Soon, Hermione had a large pile of discarded wands to her left and Ollivander was struggling to keep up with her.
"I've not had anyone so fussy since Lily Evans – not that you'll know who she is, mind – but alas, she was chosen and so will you be. Here, try this one – 10¾ vine and dragon heartstring…"
While Ollivander was talking Hermione had heard the shop door open. She looked around and saw a blond boy sitting in the corner. He was alone as well so she offered him a small smile; he nodded to acknowledge her and then went back to waiting although Hermione could feel his eyes back on her when she turned away again.
As Hermione picked up the latest wand added to the table, she let out an audible gasp. This was it; this was the wand she was meant to have. She looked around with a huge grin on her face before flicking the wand at the book that the blond boy (who had gone back to ignoring her now) was reading.
"Hey…" he started, but stopped when he noticed the grin spreading across her face.
"It's like magic…" Hermione whispered. She thought she'd whispered it quiet enough for only herself to be able to hear, but obviously she was wrong since not five seconds later the blond boy started talking.
"Well obviously," he said, staring at Hermione like she was dumb, "it is magic!"
Hermione just blushed. She didn't like people making fun of her, which Hermione knew was what he was doing, so she decided at that moment that she was going to beat this boy at everything when they went to school. Providing they were in the same year, of course.
At this point Ollivander came back out into the front of the shop, grinning when he saw Hermione holding the wand and the warm glow coming from it.
"Looks like you've found your match!" he grinned as they made their way over to the counter. Hermione paid for her wand, said thank you and left the shop to find her parents making sure to stick her tongue out at the blond boy on her way out.
This is for:
A Variety of Prompts Challenge;
Harry Potter Words - Wand.
If You Dare Challenge;
268 - Obnoxious Behaviour.
New Years Resolutions Competition;
Trio era.
Open Category Competition 2;
Could Be Canon.
