The Day Before
"Here, Fiona. Here's the list, and some money. Just buy the things it says, all right? Nothing extra. Are you all right?"
"Fine." Fiona said dismissively to her newfound father. "You better leave. I'll be fine. I know what to buy and where to get it. If you don't go now, they'll catch you. Go!" Sirius hesitated a moment longer, than turned into the huge black dog that was his Animagus transformation, and ran off. The short girl sighed, then turned toward Ollivanders.
Walking in, she was immediately met by Mr. Ollivander himself.
"Hello, hello," he said in a soft voice. "And who are you?"
"Hello, Mr. Ollivander. I'm Fiona Black." The man's answer was to arch an eyebrow.
"Black, hmm?" he said quietly. Fiona narrowed her eyes at him. For a moment, they just stared at each other. Finally, Mr. Ollivander found her mismatched gaze unnerving, and turned away. He took a tape measure, and asked her to put out her wand arm. She did, and he took her measurements, then turned to take a wand off of one of the thousands of shelves in his shops.
"Right then, Miss Black. Try this. Oak, unicorn hair, twelve inches. Very sturdy. Give it a wave." Fiona did so. When nothing happened, Mr. Ollivander snatched it away and pulled out another.
"Cypress, phoenix tail feather, seven inches. Willowy." Fiona waved this one as well. Nothing happened.
Some half hour later, Mr. Ollivander paused in his search for a wand to stare curiously at Fiona.
"I wonder," he murmured. "Hold on." He went to the very back of the room, and came back holding a very plain looking box. Opening it, he held out the wand inside to Fiona.
"Try this. It's mahogany, dragon heartstring, thirteen inches. Sturdy, but willowy." When Fiona took the wand, she felt a strange essence surge through her. As she waved it, red sparks were emitted from the end of the wand.
"That's it," Mr. Ollivander said. He placed the wand inside it's box. "Very interesting…"
"What?" Fiona asked warily.
"It's a new wand. The combination has never been used before. Take care of it."
Fiona nodded, paid for the wand, and left the shop, leaving Mr. Ollivander staring after her murmuring, as he had done with one boy four years before, "curious, curious…"
"Here, Fiona. Here's the list, and some money. Just buy the things it says, all right? Nothing extra. Are you all right?"
"Fine." Fiona said dismissively to her newfound father. "You better leave. I'll be fine. I know what to buy and where to get it. If you don't go now, they'll catch you. Go!" Sirius hesitated a moment longer, than turned into the huge black dog that was his Animagus transformation, and ran off. The short girl sighed, then turned toward Ollivanders.
Walking in, she was immediately met by Mr. Ollivander himself.
"Hello, hello," he said in a soft voice. "And who are you?"
"Hello, Mr. Ollivander. I'm Fiona Black." The man's answer was to arch an eyebrow.
"Black, hmm?" he said quietly. Fiona narrowed her eyes at him. For a moment, they just stared at each other. Finally, Mr. Ollivander found her mismatched gaze unnerving, and turned away. He took a tape measure, and asked her to put out her wand arm. She did, and he took her measurements, then turned to take a wand off of one of the thousands of shelves in his shops.
"Right then, Miss Black. Try this. Oak, unicorn hair, twelve inches. Very sturdy. Give it a wave." Fiona did so. When nothing happened, Mr. Ollivander snatched it away and pulled out another.
"Cypress, phoenix tail feather, seven inches. Willowy." Fiona waved this one as well. Nothing happened.
Some half hour later, Mr. Ollivander paused in his search for a wand to stare curiously at Fiona.
"I wonder," he murmured. "Hold on." He went to the very back of the room, and came back holding a very plain looking box. Opening it, he held out the wand inside to Fiona.
"Try this. It's mahogany, dragon heartstring, thirteen inches. Sturdy, but willowy." When Fiona took the wand, she felt a strange essence surge through her. As she waved it, red sparks were emitted from the end of the wand.
"That's it," Mr. Ollivander said. He placed the wand inside it's box. "Very interesting…"
"What?" Fiona asked warily.
"It's a new wand. The combination has never been used before. Take care of it."
Fiona nodded, paid for the wand, and left the shop, leaving Mr. Ollivander staring after her murmuring, as he had done with one boy four years before, "curious, curious…"
