SUMMARY: First of Granger Witch Trials series; A few short days before her 11th birthday, Ophelia Granger recieves a letter and a visit from a teacher from a magical school. This changes everything. Slowburn Sirius/OC; Marauders ERA
YEAR 1, CHAPTER TWO: HOGWARTS EXPRESS
"Daddy, I'll be fine," Ophelia whined for the fifth time as her parents hugged her tightly near the entrance of platform 9 3/4. Her younger sister sniffled by their parent's side, gripping Minnie's cage. Miranda had been ecstatic when Ophelia returned with the kitten and had pleaded for one just like her.
"I know, I know." Daniel said, hiding his tears with his hand. "Just please be careful and send letters and make friends and be good and-"
"Daddy!" Ophelia whined. "Puh-lease."
"Ok," Daniel said. "Ok, ok. We love you, sugar."
"I love you guys too." Ophelia reassured them, hugging her family and retrieving her kitten. "I'll write, I promise."
"You better," Juliet said tearfully.
With a quick nod, Ophelia turned and made ran at the wall where her train was hidden behind the magic. In a mere blink, she found herself behind the wall staring at crowds of young wizards and witches and their families. And waiting for Ophelia was the most beautiful scarlet and gold train she'd ever seen in her entire life.
"Wow," She whispered, pushing her trolley past hoards of people towards the train in awe. Her heart sped up as she reached the train and she realized, in horror, that she would have to somehow lift her trunk onto the train WITHOUT help.
"Oh, lookie, an ickle firstie.." A coo came from behind her and Ophelia spun, her heart pounding. A tall girl with wild black curls and sharp grey eyes wearing green and silver smirked at her. Next to her were two girls her age, one with silvery blonde hair and the other with cropped black hair and a pug-like face.
"H-Hello," Ophelia stuttered. "I-I'm Ophelia Granger."
"O-O-Oh, are you?" The girl mocked. "Obviously, a mudblood if you don't know who I am." She sniffed, before shoving Ophelia onto the stage. The three rude girls charged up the train leaving Ophelia behind, in shock, on the floor.
Before she could wipe wayward tears and get up, she felt someone towering over her and saw two girls. The taller one had vibrant red hair and bright green eyes while the other had short, tawny hair and round glasses.
"How rude," The redhead declared angrily. "I hate bullies." She offered Ophelia a hand which Ophelia took gratefully. "My name is Lily Evans," She sniffed. "And this is Alice."
"Alice Washby." Alice offered shyly. "I like your kitty."
"Her name is Minnie, thank you." Ophelia said back, just as shyly.
"I'll go get Frank to help with your trunk," Alice offered before disappearing within the crowd.
"Frank is her betrothed," Lily shrugged. "Some pureblood thing, I guess." That seemed a little old to Ophelia and by the grimace on Lily's face, she figured that she agreed.
The two waited for a few minutes by the time, spending the time small-talking and Ophelia found out a few different things about Lily Evans. For one, Lily was a muggle-born, one that didn't live too far from Ophelia herself and that she hoped to be sorted into Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. She had a friend who was raised by a witch mother named Severus Snape and she'd already met a disgusting boy that she didn't like. She also found out that both of them had read all their books. By the time Alice and Frank, who was an older boy with a strong face wearing yellow robes, appeared, both girls were giggling at the stranger things they had seen in the wizarding world.
"Heard someone needed help?" Frank asked, a small smile on his face. Ophelia smiled sheepishly as Lily, Alice, Ophelia, and Frank all helped get her trunk into the train. They all hefted it into a compartment that Lily had already claimed and with a quick goodbye, Alice and Frank went off to find a friend of theirs.
"So your sister is fine with you being a witch?" Lily asked after they had both taken a seat and retrieved their lunches, Lily's being a ham and cheese sandwich and Ophelia's a tuna and pickle.
"Yeah," Ophelia shrugged. "But she'd eight and she thinks it super cool. She wants me to turn her into a cat."
"My sister, Petunia, thinks I'm a monster now," Lily said, shoulders dropping. "Sev says she's jealous but I think she's scared."
"I guess magic would be scary if you didn't have any," Ophelia said in a musing sort of way. "What classes are you excited for? I think Transfiguration and Charms look amazing, or maybe Potions."
"Potions, of course," Lily said with a bright smile. "And Charms. History of Magic should be interesting as well."
"I read up on Quidditch, too," Ophelia said sounding pleased with herself. "It's an interesting sport, played on brooms! I think seeker would be fun to play or maybe chaser."
"What is Quidditch?" Lily asked curiously, having not seen anything of the sort in any of the books she'd gotten.
The next twenty minutes were set with Ophelia excitedly telling Lily about quidditch and the rules and positions you could play. While telling her, they felt the train begin moving and both cheered excitedly before continuing with their discussion. Around twenty minutes after they'd left the station, a knock came at their door and it slid open to reveal a tall, greasy boy with a hooked nose.
"Sev!" Lily said gleefully. "This is Ophelia, Phelly, this is Severus."
"It's nice to meet you, Severus." Ophelia said. The two shook, he with a serious look on his face and Ophelia with a warm smile.
"I was wondering where you went, Lily," Severus said, taking a seat next to the red-haired girl. His sunken, near-black eyes seemed to have a gleam of relief now that he was by her.
"I found Phelly," Lily said. "She's a muggleborn too."
"Ah," Severus said, a small smile on his lips. "Have you been talking about the sorting or something?"
"Quidditch mostly and our families." Ophelia replied. "I wouldn't mind being a Ravenclaw, though, or a Gryffindor."
"I'll be a Slytherin," Severus said proudly. "My mum was the smartest in her year, and she says that Slytherin is the best house to date." Both girls looked at each other before giggling at the formally shy boy's bold declaration.
"I believe you," Ophelia said solemnly.
Before they could say another word, yet another knock came at their door and it slid open to reveal three boys lead by a familiar one.
"Hello, James!" Ophelia said excitedly. "Lily, Severus, this is James Potter. We met in Diagon Alley."
"Oh, hello," Lily said brightly. "Lily Potter and my friend, Severus Snape."
"Snape and Evans? Muggleborns?" A tall boy with wavy black hair asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Halfblood actually," Severus said tightly. "My mother was a Prince."
A look appeared in his eyes and he nodded, a mischievous look on his face. "Oh, of course, a halfblood prince in our presence."
Ophelia frowned at the mocking tone and stood. "Don't be rude," She scolded. "Who are you?"
"Sirius Black," The boy said, giving her a smirk. "And you?"
"None of your business," She sniffed importantly. She looked at James, frowning at him. He shrugged.
"Just wanted to make sure you're alright," James said, offering her a grin. "Least you made one decent friend," He said winking towards Lily who scowled. "Heard what you said, Snape. Lia and...Lily, was it, they don't need any nasty snakes around them." With a cool glower, the four boys left the compartment leaving two very angry girls and a very upset boy.
"T-The nerve of them!" Lily said, face slowly turning redder and redder. "I-I-"
"I'm sorry," Ophelia said, her eyes beginning to water as she got angrier as well. "He wasn't like that at Madam Malkim's. I don't know what's wrong with him."
"He's a Potter," Severus spat. "I can tell by the arrogance and the hair. Mum's family HATES Potters, and you know what, so do I." With a glower, he turned to glare out of the window, shoulders slumped.
The two girls looked at each other but began their old conversation about the home lives. That's how most of the trip went as well: Severus glowering at the window, an occasional sniff coming from him, and the two girls quietly talking and eating their snacks. Finally, with the sky outside turned dark with twinkling stars above, the train finally pulled into a station. The two girls, having already gotten dressed in a nearby bathroom, quickly rushed through the train with Severus and joined the other first-years to a very large man with a bushy black beard and beady eyes.
"Firs' years, firs' years ova' here!" The man bellowed, waving a lantern towards them. "Four to a boat, no mo' than four to a boat!" He called out, as he leads them down towards a lake where several wooden boats awaited.
Ophelia paused near the closest boat and held out her palm as Severus, Lily and a tall blonde girl climbed in. A single drop of rain fell into her palm. With a worried mutter under her breath, she climbed into the boat.
"Forward!" The large man bellowed, pointed a very pink umbrella forwards. With a jolt, the boat moved forward, by magic she figured.
"That's Hagrid," The blonde girl said. The other three looked at her in surprise. "He's the gamekeeper at Hogwarts, my mum told me."
"Do you know how we're sorted?" Severus asked nervously. "Mum wouldn't tell me."
"Neither would Professor Flitwick," Lily said.
"Or Professor Mcgonagall," Ophelia whispered.
"I don't know," The girl said with a shrug. "I'm Marlene by the way, Marlene McKinnon."
Gasps from different boats made the four looks forward where a massive, and quite a beautiful castle stood.
"Woah," Ophelia gasped. In her excitement, she jumped moved to lean against the boat, and found herself tipping the boat until the four children fell into the water screaming. Ophelia began to sink as she desperately splashed in the water, regretting avoiding her swimming lessons. As she began to sink farther, the surface looking so far away, she felt a hand around her waist, and then she was being rushed up.
Ophelia gasped desperately, greedily sucking in the air as she clutched to her savior. Golden-hazel stared into sharp grey eyes. Sirius Black gave her a roguish smile and began to push them towards a boat where James Potter and his friends waited for them.
Looking back, her friends were wet but looked relieved and were already pushing forward once more.
"Forward agai'," Hagrid called, a glance of worry towards Ophelia who was shivering.
"Alright, Lia," James asked, wrapping an arm around her.
"Y-Yes," Ophelia said, shuddering. "I-" She looked at Sirius who was squeezing out his long hair. "Thank you,"
"Anytime," Sirius said with a wink. "But don't go drowning on me anytime soon, eh? This hair takes WORK."
"Shove off, Black," James laughed loudly. "Look, we're landing."
Lily, Severus, and Marlene joined them and quickly pulled the girl away from the boys, Lily glowering darkly at Sirius and James.
"Are you okay?" Marlene asked, moving a thick lock of hair out of Ophelia's face as they marched her into the castle where Hagrid greeted a familiar professor.
Before she could reply, a loud voice interrupted them. "Miss Granger, please come here." With heavy shoulders, she walked over to Professor McGonagall.
"Yes, professor?" She asked timidly.
"Are you alright, Miss Granger?" McGonagall asked sternly. "I can call Madam Pomfrey, our school healer.
"Oh, no, ma'am." Ophelia said in horror. "I'm alright, I promise."
"Very well," McGonagall said, waving her back to the crowd. Eyeing the wet students, she sighed but waved her wand. Ophelia sighed relief as warmth filled her and her clothes dried.
"Welcome, I am Professor Mcgonagall. While you are here in Hogwarts, you will be sorted into one of the four houses. Slytherin, where your wit and cunning is appreciated; Hufflepuff where they admire loyalty and hardwork; Ravenclaw where most go for their intelligence and finally Gryffindor, the home of the brave and bold. I expect each one of you to know your fellow house-mates as family. While you are learning here at Hogwarts, you will earn or lose points for your house. At the end of the year, one house will be awarded for the most points. The Sorting Ceremony will take place soon so I suggest you talk amongst yourself until then." With a stern look, she went towards a very large door where there was loud chattering coming from and disappeared.
"She's terrifying," Marlene shuddered.
"She's really nice," Ophelia tried to assure her. "She took me shopping and bought me Minnie."
"If you say so," Marlene said, her body trembling as she looked around with wide eyes. Most of the others looked scared or nervous as well, even Sirius and James looked pale as a ghost.
Finally, McGonagall returned and with a wave of her hand, the first years followed her in a straight line, alphabetical order, into a very large room. Four long tables held students of all ages, each wearing different colors to signify their houses and at the very end of the room was yet another table. Seated at the table were several older wizards and witches which she presumed to be their professors, and included a very, VERY old man with a long white beard and twinkling round eyes. He wore a light blue robe with little silver dogs dancing on the fabrics. Lanterns floated in the air and the ceiling looked exactly like the night sky. It was amazing. The strangest thing, however, was, in front of the professor's table and on a stool, was a ratty old hat. When McGonagall finally stopped and went to stand right next to the hat, a crease in the folds of the hat opened up and it began to sing.
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see
I'll face a crowd of angry threstals
If you can find a better hat than Me
I sort all sorts of students
The strong and brave
The smart and witty
The loyal and cunning
You can't hide anything from me
Your thoughts I find like hide and seek
I'll sort you best can
There's no need to be meek
If you see yourself as a brave man
I know the place for you
Gryffindor gives a roar
There's no need to be blue
If cunning is your greatest skill
I'll place you somewhere neat
Those in Slytherin are witty
And always willing to take the heat
If you are intelligent of the mind
I know where to place your kind
Ravenclaw holds intelligence in their books
So don't base them off looks
Now if you are loyal and kind
I daresay Hufflepuff is for you
Always willing to be a friend all
And never willing to shoo
So never fear, for I am the Sorting Hat
Come along and take a seat
And find a new home and new family
For all."
His song ended with a strange sort of hat bow and left Ophelia in shock with her mouth open.
"Aspen, Priscilla," McGonagall called out. A girl walked up and put the hat on her head. After few moments the hat gleefully called out,
"Ravenclaw!"
And thus the sorting began. Ophelia felt her heart beating faster and faster, barely noticing the students thinning out until...
"Black, Sirius!"
Sirius, who'd been much farther ahead of her, walked forward with a sort of swagger and send the mean curly-haired girl a nasty look. McGonagall put the hat on his head and finally after several minutes, the hat gave a call.
"Gryffindor!"
The students in red and gold began to cheer extremely loud as Sirius rushed down and joined his new house. And that began the sorting.
The names went down the line until it finally came to 'G'. Directly after a small round girl named Elizabeth Garrett became a Hufflepuff, McGonagall called out Granger, Ophelia. Ophelia took a deep breath and walked forward, palms shaking as she reached the stool and McGonagall gently set the hat over her eyes.
"Hmmm," She heard the hat murmur in her head. She jumped and it laughed. "Ophelia Granger, you would do well in three specific houses. Brave, loyal and cunning."
"Gryffindor," She whispered. "Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor,"
"Oh?" The hat asked. "The house of the brave, not of intelligence or cunning?"
"Gryffindor," She repeated firmly. The hat chuckled in her head.
"Very well, I suppose it must be GRYFFINDOR!" Ophelia heard the cheers before saw them and rushed to sit next to Sirius with flushed cheeks. She waved excitedly at Lily as she saw her robes turn red and gold.
She continued watching the sorting and grinned when each of her friends was called up. Lily, James, Marlene, and the two other boys, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew soon joined them at the Gryffindor table and Severus was sorted into Slytherin along with Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black.
The very old man stood after the sorting was done and McGonagall had put the hat away and smiled. "Welcome back to a wonderful year at Hogwarts," He said, smiling in a grandfatherly type way. "We are pleased to welcome back students from last year and beyond and welcome our new students. I only have a few announcements. Firstly, I intend to remind everyone that first years are not allowed to join any Quidditch team and they must wait until second year to try out." A hawk-like woman snorted and nodded her agreement. "Secondly, I must remind everyone," Ophelia saw him give a pointed look towards two whistling redheaded boys, "That the Forbidden Forest is strictly forbidden, as the name goes, unless you wish to die a terrible death. Tuck in!"
With a flash of magic, plates and plates and plates of food filled the tables and Ophelia did as she was told. She tucked in. of eyes turned to the elder Grangers and Daniel sighed deeply.
"How can I say no to you?" He asked Ophelia.
It took a few moments for Ophelia to get dressed, slip on a pair of walking shoes, and took some spending money from her mother, and then she and the professor were off. They traveled throughout London until they made it to a greasy-looking bar called "The Leaky Cauldron". A few patrons called out hellos to Mcgonagall but she rushed Ophelia through the bar and to a lone brick wall behind it.
"It's a wall," Ophelia informed the professor.
"That it is, Miss Granger." Mcgonagall said in amusement.
"Just Ophelia, please." Ophelia said, eyes narrowing in concentration as the elder witch's wand tapped on different bricks. Both took a step back as the wall began to twist and turn until it became an open doorway into a bustling courtyard filled with strange people in different colored robes and strange magical shops and at the very end of the alley was a pristine white building.
"This is amazing," Ophelia whispered. "Is that boy floating?" Sure enough, down the street an older man was laughing while he levitated a wild haired boy around her age.
Mcgonagall pursed her lips and shook her head. "So it seems. Come along, Ophelia. We must go to Gringotts first."
"Gringotts?" Ophelia asked, hurrying along to keep up with her long strides. "Is that a shop? Does it sell wands? Or - or cauldrons or brooms?"
"It's a bank," Mcgonagall said in amusement, smiling warmly towards the excited bushy haired girl. "We'll have to pull some galleons out from the Hogwarts vault," Ophelia briefly remembered the professor talking about payment for Ophelia with her parents, "And then we'll start shopping. Robes I think first and then your books and other things. We'll have to transfer your money as well."
"So what is Hogwarts like, Professor?' Ophelia asked as they pushed past two redhaired boys pointing at a fancy broom.
"It's a castle, very beautiful and strange too." Mcgonagall said, a fond look on her face. "The staircases move and the paintings talk."
"The paintings?" Ophelia asked with wide eyes.
"Oh yes." Mcgonagall said, pausing to glance at the book store before continuing. "There are four houses you may be sorted into: Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. I am the head of Gryffindor."
"How do you get sorted?" Ophelia wondered.
"I can't tell you exactly how but it is personality based." Mcgonagall replied. "Gryffindor is known for bravery, Hufflepuff for loyalty, Slytherin for cunning and Ravenclaw for intelligence. Hello," Her nod was towards a grumpy looking...thing standing at the entrance.
"What was that?" Ophelia whispered as they passed it and she saw multiple creatures alike it walking around.
"A goblin," Mcgonagall said, her look turning stern. "Be very quiet, Ophelia. We don't want to offend them." Ophelia's mouth clamped shut as they approached a goblin behind a very large and high desk.
"Hello," Mcgonagall said sternly. "Minevra Mcgonagall representing Hogwarts."
"Key?" The goblin sneered.
Mcgonagall's hand disppeared into her pocket and returned with a very delicate golden key. The goblin took it and examined it carefully before nodding towards another goblin. "Follow Ripclaw." He said dismissively, handing the key back.
"Come along, Ophelia." Mcgonagall said quietly, a warm hand on her shoulder as she lead the young girl towards the goblin.
Twenty minutes later, they left Gringotts with Ophelia feeling excited about the cart ride and dragon sighting she swore she saw and Mcgonagall feeling sick and looking quite green. They approached the robe shop and Mcgonagall hustled her inside.
"I'll go fetch your books and things," The older woman said tiredly. "When I come back we'll go on and get your wand, alright?"
"Yes, ma'am." Ophelia said politely before walking inside, trying to hide her flushed cheeks and the bright smile.
The store was quieter than the rest of Diagon Alley and a very pretty plump young lady smiled as Ophelia walked in. "Hogwarts, hon?"
"Yes, ma'am." Ophelia replied.
"Go on inside, dear," The woman said, nodding towards an open door towards the right. "There's a boy in there. Off to Hogwarts as well," A nervous bubble formed in her stomach like a pit as she walked in and saw the wild haired boy from the street being measured by levitating tape.
"Oh hello!" He said brightly as she took the stand next to him and watched tape shoot from the table and begin to measure her body. "James Potter," He introduced himself. "Are you a first year too?"
"Yes," Ophelia said with a grin. "It's so exciting. I can't wait to read all my books."
"Muggleborn, I'm guessing?" James asked.
"Yeah," She said, remembering the terms that the professor had told her on the way to the alley. "Are you...not?"
"Pureblood," James shrugged. "Never been to the muggle world. Is it pretty different?"
"I'll say," Ophelia said. "Oh! I'm Ophelia, Ophelia Granger."
"Lia it is," James declared with a wide grin. "Has anyone told you about the houses? I'm going to be a Gryffindor. All Potters are."
"I'd like to be in that house too, or Ravenclaw. That wouldn't be so bad." Ophelia said, a small smile on her lips.
"Book smarts isn't really my thing." James said. The measuring tape floated away from James. "My time's up, I suppose. I'll look for you on the train, alright?"
"Alright," Ophelia agreed. "Bye, James!"
"Goodbye, Lia!" James said with a cheerful wave. She heard him walk to the main room and give a cheerful goodbye to the woman at the front desk.
Ophelia couldn't help the cheesy grin that was on her face or the way her pale cheeks flushed in excitement. Her very first friend! This meant she wouldn't ride alone on the train and that she might not be alone in Hogwarts. It was a very exciting idea and she very much hoped that both of them would be Gryffindors.
"Alright in here?" The woman from before asked. She had walked in whilst Ophelia was daydreaming of Hogwarts and everything she'd learn there, to Ophelia's embarrassment.
"Yes, ma'am." She said, noticing the absense of floating tape. "Am I all done?"
"Yes," The woman said, a smile twitching on her lips. "I've already spoken with Minevra. She's waiting for you," She motioned to the first room. "All of your robes and things will be sent to your home."
"Oh, thank you!" Ophelia said gleefully. "I really appreciate it, ma'am."
"Oh, dear," The woman chuckled. "Just Olena is fine. I'm sure I'll see you next year." Ophelia waved to Olena and made her way out to the first room where Professor Mcgonagall, or Minevra as Olena had called her, was waiting with a very large cage. Inside was a lovely little brown and grey kitten with large silvery eyes.
"A kitten!" Ophelia gasped, rushing to the teacher.
"A gift from your parents," Mcgonagall said in amusement. "I have her treats and such sent to your home. They should arrive before I bring you back."
"Oh thank you, professor!" Ophelia said, poking her finger in the cage hole. The kitten meowed and licked her finger. "I think I'll name her...Minnie." A sneaky grin was pointed towards Mcgonagall and the woman simply gave a sigh and smiled.
"Come along then," Mcgonagall said primly. "All that's left is your wand. After that, we'll get dinner at the Cauldron."
"Ok," Ophelia agreed. She took the cage, happily reaching in to pet Minnie, "I think I made a friend. There was another boy getting fitted. His name was James Potter."
"Ah, James," Mcgonagall chuckled. "I was good friends with his mother when I was a student. She was a brilliant student. Ravenclaw was better with her."
"He said he'd look for me on the train," Ophelia chirped, smiling as they weaved through the crowd of busy witches and wizards towards an old looking shop. "Ollivanders?"
"The only place to get a wand," Mcgonagall said in amusement. "Go on. I'll keep an eye on Minnie."
"Ok, thank you." Ophelia said, happily trading her kitten for a small bag of galleons.
"I'll be right here," Mcgonagall assured the girl. Ophelia nodded and walked into the shop.
Ollivanders was big enough she supposed and was covered on the floor, counter and walls with stray papers and lean boxes.
"Hello?" She called. Before she could call again, she heard a noise in the back and then a small, old man appeared at the counter. He wore muggle-style clothing and nothing covering his very bald head, and his eyes were round and moon-like.
"Ah, another Hogwarts student," The man said softly.
"Hello, sir," Ophelia said with a smile. "I'm here for my wand,"
"Oh yes." The man, presumably Mr. Ollivander, said with a small chuckle. "I'm aware, miss." He walked forward until he was so close to Ophelia that she could see the pure white nose hairs he had. "Many things call a witch," He murmured.
"I'm sorry?" Ophelia said in bewilderment.
He whipped around, the long tails of his shirt hitting her, and strode towards a tower of boxes, muttering to himself. "No, no, no, maybe? No, not that one. Where...? Aha! Here we are," He turned back to her with a long brown box. "13 1/4 inch, beech with a unicorn hair core." He offered her a long, twisted sort of wand and she took it.
Ophelia took a deep breath and waved the long wand. Silver sparks shot out of her wand and hit two lanterns on the way. The lanterns crashed against the wall and shook angrily.
"I suppose not," Ollivander mused, taking the wand back. He went to the wall and began muttering again before pulling yet another wand box from the wall. "12 1/2 inch, elm with the core of a dragon heartstring."
Ophelia took the second wand, uncertainty in her eyes and waved it again. This time ocean blue sparks flew from the wand and hit two stacks of wands, sending them cluttering to the wand. She hurriedly handed the wand back.
Ten minutes later, Ophelia was still trying out wands and thinking that she was never going to find a wand that would fit her. Finally, Ollivander disappeared in the back and returned with a white box.
"Perhaps, this one," He mused softly. "14 1/3, apple with the core of a dragon heartstring." He offered a very pale yellow wand with distinct markings on the base of it.
Ophelia took it and felt a rush of some sort of power in her blood. Feeling much more confident than she had with any other wand she had tried out, she waved the wand. A rush of scarlet and silver sparks flew from her wand, twisting through the air like some sort of imitation fireworks.
"A perfect match," Ollivander said with some satisfaction. "That will be seven galleons."