A/N: I won't be updating as frequently as I have been doing from now on, but I had this one written already.

Also, please review! I really would like to know what you guys think? Is it worth carrying on, or is nobody enjoying it?

Two girls, witches, turned off of the main road and into a small, dirty-looking pub. At a first glance, they looked almost entirely unrelated, an older girl, taller, thicker, with a bundle of bushy brown hair swept back into a long ponytail alongside a short, wiry girl with almost platinum blonde curls, but no one was really paying much attention as they walked through and went out the back door. The only one was Tom, the barkeeper, who immediately recognised the elder one as Hermione Granger of the Golden Trio, and gave her a small smile as she walked past.

"Ready, Ella?" Hermione asked as they stood before the wall out the back of the Leaky Cauldron.

"I think so," the younger girl replied, covering up her nerves. She had never been to Diagon Alley before. When her parents had gone with Hermione, she had always stayed behind. It wasn't that she wanted to, for she had desperately wanted to see the amazing things they had all described when they came back, but, however much she had begged them to let her go they had always said no and taken her round to her Aunt Alice's house until they came back. She shuddered at the memory. To think she would never have to put up with Aunt Alice's crockery collection again!

And now, when she got her wand... she'd daydreamed half the holiday about turning those hideous pansy print plates into owls, or toads. Ariella trembled slightly from excitement. This was the moment she had been waiting for.

Her left hand absent-mindedly reached out for her mother's, but instead grasped thin air. Her excitement soured slightly. They had never really given a proper explanation for abandoning her to Aunt Alice, and then, this time, they weren't even coming. Their own daughter was getting her first wand and they weren't even coming with her, Ariella thought. They were too busy meeting 'friends'.

Hermione sensed her sister's resentment, and gave her other hand a friendly squeeze. "Don't be angry with mum and dad, Ells, I'm sure they would rather have come with us than be forced to listen to one of Mr Norton's talks about rabbits."

She giggled slightly, and then remembered that she was supposed to be being serious. "I suppose. I guess they couldn't have told them that they wanted to go shopping with their daughter to buy her first wand," Ariella added a sigh for emphasis.

"No, I'd have hardly thought they'd believe them if they told them that," Hermione said and started tapping her wand against the bricks.

"What are you doing?"

"You'll have to wait and see," Hermione grinned as she tapped once more on the bricks.

Ariella gazed on, open mouthed, as the bricks quivered and then seemed to slide into one another, slowly creating an archway. On the other side of this archway, however, was an amazing sight. There was a narrow, cobbled street, crammed with people in jewel coloured cloaks and robes scuttling in and out of shops that stood crookedly, just how she'd imagined the Tudor era to be. The air was filled with the chatter of old and young and almost seemed to smell of magic and excitement.

"Wow," was all Ariella could get out.

"It's pretty impressive, isn't it?" Hermione laughed, watching her sister's reaction.

"Yeah…"

"Come on, we've a lot of things to get. You didn't forget that list, did you?"

"No, it's in my pocket," Ariella assured her older sister.

"Good, now, wand first?"

"Yes!" Ariella's eyes lit up with excitement. Having a wand would convince her that it wasn't all a dream. That she really was a witch, like her sister.

"Here we are," Hermione said, stopping outside an old, dusty shop. Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C., read the sign swinging in the breeze and the peeling, gold lettering above the door. In the window, a single, dark wood wand lay on a faded purple cushion.

Stepping into the shop, Ariella marvelled at the shelves and shelves of dusty boxes. The shop smelt musty, yet, the atmosphere thrummed and buzzed with magic, even more than it had done outside. Probably all the wands tucked away in the thousands of boxes, Ariella thought to herself as she gazed round.

"Ah, Hermione Granger, I take it your wand is still in full working order?" said an old man, stepping out from the shadows.

"Yes, thank you, Mr Ollivander."

"Vine, dragon heartstring, nine inches, am I correct?"

"Yes," Hermione nodded.

"Well, I never forget a single wand I've sold." He turned to where Ariella was marvelling at a broom sweeping itself across the floor. "And I haven't sold you one. What can I do for you?" Mr Ollivander asked.

"My sister, Ariella, is here for a wand, please." Hermione nudged Ariella, and she spun around to face the elderly wizard.

He froze, his eyes lingering on her face for a few more moments than someone normally would, before he finally spoke.

"Ah, Ariella, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Mr Ollivander," she replied with a smile, confused as to why he had stared at her so worriedly. She just tried to shake it off as his old age.

"Put your wand arm out," he instructed.

"Writing hand," Hermione whispered. Ariella nodded and put out her right arm.

But her jaw dropped open as, instead of Mr Ollivander taking measurements, a tape measure rose off the counter and began to take them by itself as Mr Ollivander took note of the numbers.

"Now, shall we see…" he moved to the shelves, running his finger over the boxes before shaking his head and climbing a ladder to reach a stack on the next shelf up. "Ah, yes."

He stepped down and gave the box to Ariella.

"Ten and a quarter inches, willow, dragon heartstring, good for charm work."

Ariella picked up the wand, admiring the soft pale sheen of the wood.

"Give it a wave," Mr Ollivander instructed.

She did so and jerked as a pile of papers shot everywhere.

"I should think not," Mr Ollivander stated and snatched the wand back before going back to examine the piles of boxes. Ariella waited, feeling a little shaken at what she had done. She certainly hadn't been expecting that to happen.

"Now, let's see. Hmm, yes, what about this one? Excellent for transfiguration, yew and unicorn hair. Ten inches." He handed the wand over, but before Ariella could so much as raise it, Mr Ollivander grabbed it back again.

"Good, God, definitely not!" he cried and went back to searching.

"Hmm, this one maybe? Here, try it. Nine and three quarter inches, ebony, phoenix feather. Bendy, but strong."

This one was different to the others as soon as Ariella touched it. A warmth seemed to spread through her fingers to her body and when she gave it a wave, small white fireworks showered from the end. It seemed to be in unity with her. It was the one.

"Strange, that's a good one for the trickier spells and curses, especially in transfiguration. Wouldn't have thought it would be for a first wand, but there we are. The wand chooses the wizard, or witch in your case. Seven galleons if you please."

Hermione reached into her bag and gave the shiny, golden galleons to him before Mr Ollivander cleaned up the box and handed it to Ariella.

"Thank you very much," she called as they left the shop and caught Mr Ollivander's answering smile just as the door swung shut.