Chapter 2:The Exciting Fifth year
Monica, while shaking of nervousness, followed professor McGonagall to the Slytherin common room.
-"Now, I hope you like it here. Of course, I think Slytherin is a er, nice house, I still can't quite figure out why the Sorting Hat placed you there. Oh well, these things happen. We shall expect great things from you. Now, here is Mr. Malfoy, the Slytherin Head Boy, and he shall show you around the place. Good night." And professor McGonagall turned around, and marched upwards, to the Gryffindor common room, she supposed.
As Monica turned around, she spotted a medium-height (A/N I'm never, ever writing that Malfoy is short, NEVER!!), blonde haired boy with greyish blue eyes, and a mean expression on his pale, pointy face, coming out of behind of door concealed on a plain stone wall. He looked at her, with a steady look and then asked-
-"So you are the "newbie" uh? My, I thought you'd be something more special!" his voice was a complete drawl. He looked at her, as if studying her, and added "You wouldn't happen to be a mudblood, would you? Of course, if you turned out to be one, you would not be here, thank God!" he smirked. Monica thought this guy was being very rude, so, she decided to be rude back.
-"For your in-fah-ma-ti-on, I'ma "da" grand-girl of the absolute powerful, hottie Grindelwald-man, so zip it boy!" she said, in her american-ish rap accent. The boy stared for a moment in utter amazement, then changed his expression to smarty-pants again.
-"You can't be the granddaughter of Grindelwald! You are an American! He was a British wizard! My father always admired his ways. of course, there is nothing like our real Dark Lord." he trailed off with a smirk. UGH, this guy is turning out to be a pain in the ass! Fine then, I can play that game too, she thought. She threw a loathing glance, the ones that her mom always got mad at, and said-
-"Well, you don't look to me like a proper Slytherin; perhaps you'd better be in Hafflepuff. And my mum and dad could have moved to America anytime. I mean whoever chose you Head boy! Were they drunk that night or what?!" and she smirked smartly. I'm enjoying this! She thought. The boy sniffed angrily, and retorted with a laugh.
-"I can now see why you were sorted into Slytherin. welcome aboard. Anyway, when you go in, like so, say the weekly password (this week's is True Wizards)" -The were walking through the door- "at your right, is the girls' dormitories. You'll be sleeping in dormitory 10. That'd be up the stairs, to your left. I was informed that you'd be going to buy your supplies tomorrow, but just so you know breakfast starts at 6:00, lunch is at 11:53, and supper is at 6:55. I guess I'll see you at the Great Hall" and he trailed off to the opposite stairs, yawning, and taking a last back look. "By the way" he added "I got to be Head Boy because my father convinced the teachers."
No kidding, boy.
Monica saw him go away; she looked around, but couldn't see much of the common room, being so late, and muttered "and whatnot". She looked up the girls' stairs, and started climbing them. Soon, she reached dormitory 10. She pushed open the door, and the head of three girls looked her way. The first one that caught her eyes, was a big as she was, maybe a little less, with blonde-ish hair, and brown eyes, and a menacing look; the second, looked smudgy as you can get. She had brown hair, a pointy nose, and light brown eyes; the other girl, although she looked nicer, had a cold look, and had blue eyes, and red hair. The girls just stared at each other for a few seconds, then the blonde one spoke. well grunted-
-"Who are you?"
-"Er Monica, the new girl. for some reason. "
-"Ooh so that's you eh? I've been hearing rumours that someone got infiltrated in the train. " that was the smudgy one. even her voice was smudgy!
-"Yeah well I've heard you are an unpleasant load. is it true?" Monica asked, being tired of the given attitudes these people seemed to have. The girl with the blonde hair got up, as if to jump on her and break her jaw, but the red haired girl got up first, and walked to her. She held out a hand, to shake Monica's.
-"Welcome to dormitory 10, I'm Sally-Anne Perks, and they are Millicent Bulstrode, the one up, and Pansy Parkinson. You are Monica what else?"
-"Miras. Monica Miras" she added, with the James Bond's tone, as she shook the girl's hand.
The sun's rays woke her up; they were gliding gently on her face. Monica imagined that she was at home, back in California, and she imagined that when she woke up, she'd see her Eminem poster on the wall. She smiled, and opened her eyes; she was still in dormitory 10. This was real. She got hold of her watch, and read that it was 6:35 a.m. She decided that, at least, she'd attend breakfast with her "fellow" Slytherin-mates.
After getting dressed, and getting lost in the mazes of hallways, and getting switched around, and tricked by this ghost, by the name of Peeves, Monica got to the Great hall. It was packed with students from all the four houses. Since she was supposed to get her stuff today, with Hagrid, she came down with her all-American clothing. From Hot Topic, the punk-gothic store her mom so hated, she had put on her Dickies black with white stripes pants, her favourite shirt, the one that said in big green letters "WEEZER", her Dickies jacket, and her favourite shoes in the world: black Converses! Plus her garments, which included her spiked bracelet, her many black plastic bracelets, and her so-cool neck-bracelet, purple, and shiny. Anyway, so she showed up at her Slytherin table like that.
-"Oh what a jolly holiday. lalalalalalala. " she muttered smiling to herself, as she saw the faces of the people that saw her wearing. well, what she used to wear back in LA. She spotted a free space at one of the ends of the Slytherin tables, and sat down comfortably, people still staring at her clothing. She picked up some toast, and got some butter, and some juice, and started eating. From behind, somebody tapped her shoulder; it was Ginny. Monica smiled to see her first witch friend.
-"Y-you got sorted into Slytherin??"
-"Yeah.you in Gryffindor, right?"
-"Yeah.I thought you'd.well, get sorted with me!" Ginny looked very crestfallen.
-"Hey! I will still hang out with you! You're my first homie!" she patted her arm.
-"Your first what?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow.
-"Homie, as in friend. Anyway, what's so bad about me not being in Gryffindor?"
-"Well.I did tell you about.the Slytherin reputation." but right then, she was cut off by the Malfoy boy, who hissed at Ginny. Ginny gave him a look of pure hatred, and walked away, and sat next to his brother, Ron Weasley. He looked back and made a face to see that it was Malfoy who had wiped Ginny off to her table. Malfoy turned his head, and raised an eyebrow, while smirking.
-"What are you wearing, girl?" he asked, while studying her, up and down.
-"What you're not." Monica simply said, not looking at him, and drinking her juice. Malfoy seemed annoyed by that comment, but pleased as well. Then, he shoved off the boy that was sitting next to Monica and sat down. His crony friends, Crabbe and Goyle, just stood there.
-"So. you know your schedule? You're probably with all of us, anyways. " he said, trying to catch her eye.
-"Cool. " she said, once more showing her I-don't-care attitude her friend Caitlan had showed her (A/N HI LEMON!). Malfoy coughed, and stood up, clearly giving up on whatever he wanted to do in first place. "See you at dinner, I guess. " and he and his cronies walked away. She also stood up, and walked over to the Gryffindor table, biting a piece of French toast. She shoved a boy, like Malfoy did, and sat next to Ginny.
-"Hey, sorry that he did that to you. But I think I know what you're talking about."
-"Yeah, so you see. if you are my friend, the Slytherins are gonna hate you!" said Ginny, now being watched carefully by her brother.
-"Well, then they're gonna have to cope with it!!" Monica said, raising an eyebrow at Ron's curiosity. "Hi" she said to him.
Ron blinked and mumbled a sort of hi. The he turned to talking to his friend Harry Potter.
-"Hey. where is Hermione?" she asked to Ron.
-"Er. she spends too much time in the library. how do you know her?"
-"Bah, she was one of the first people who was kind enough to tell me where the train was taking me."
Ron seemed to be trying not to let something burl out of his mouth.so Monica helped him a little bit.
-"Speak now or die with it!!"
Ron looked at her for a moment. His ears were getting this pinkish colour. and then spoke-
-"BUT YOU ARE A SLYTHERIN!!" You can't talk to us! You don't like us! You like them!" he pointed to the Slytherins, as he turned redder, and he wailed his arms ferociously in the air. "You are not supposed to care about Ginny or Hermione! This isn't right!!" and he breathed really hard. Harry simply blinked, and patted him on the back. Ginny stared at him, speechless. Some people turned to see who was shrieking so. Monica simply yawned. Then, she smirked and looked at him straight in the eye.
-"Things are going to change around here with me."
McGonagall came to where she was, and tapped her on the shoulder.
-"We need to conduct some tests on your magical knowledge before you go off to buying your stuff. please follow me."
Monica stood up, and mouthed to Ginny "I don't know anything!" She just gave her the thumbs up, while Ron gazed at her, transfixed. She caught up with professor McGonagall.
-"But I don't know any sort of magic! What if I don't pass?" asked Monica, while trying to keep up with McGonagall.
-"Oh we trust you do have some knowledge. you shall see."
They reached an empty class, where professor Dumbledore and a greasy haired professor were seated down, waiting. Then, they stood up slowly, and the greasy haired professor handed her a wand.
-"This here is our potions teacher, Professor Snape. He will teach you potions along with your fellow classmates every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday. We will start our little test by firing some harmless spells to you, and we shall see if our little bet gets won or not." Having said this, Snape suddenly fired a spell at her. Red light came out of the tip of his own wand; somehow (Monica still didn't know how, after they had been done) Monica held up her wand and said "EXPELLIARMUS". Professor Snape was blasted against the wall, and Monica just stood there, her arm raised, feeling an old forgotten feeling. Then, she blinked, and she was empty again. She realised she had just blasted a teacher and ran to him.
-"Oh I'm so sorry professor Snape! Are you ok??" she asked, trying to give him a hand. He just gave her a cold look, and stood up by himself. Monica still watched him cautiously in case he fell apart or into pieces.
Then, as if some alarm had sounded off in her mind, she turned around and shouted "STUPEFY" to professor McGonagall. She stood there, frozen, a green light coming out of her wand, but Monica's spell hit her instantly. She then realised again that she had stupefied a teacher and got to her, poking her, eyes wide open. She looked at Dumbledore, to see if he was mad, but he looked quite pleased, and laughed.
-"Oh wonderful! I always knew that Grindelwald's powers had been set upon somebody! Oh neat! "Ennervate"! Ah, did you see her reflexes, Minerva? What do you think, Severus? Did I win the bet?" McGonagall woke up again, and looked at her, smiling proudly, Snape, though, looked meaner than usual. Dumbledore smiled, contented.
Hagrid and Monica had travelled by Floo powder to Diagon Alley. Something she had decided not to ever do again. Monica gazed, open-mouthed at all the odd stores there were: The Owl Emporium, Gringott's bank (where she had discovered a small fortune her parents had sent her, and also, a great amount of coins, that supposedly Girndelwald had had). She had got her Slytherin robes, and formal robes, her cauldrons, her ingredients, her parchment & quills, and in resume, all she needed for an agitated fifth year at Hogwarts.
Snape had tested her with some potions, all poisonous of course, but she had declined to drink them, for something at the back of her head had told her not to even sniff them. This also happened when professor Sprout told her to feed some carnivore plants, which she hadn't done because one of them (she knew somehow) could bite her hand off by the mere sniff of her perfume. All the teachers had agreed to put her at the same average as the rest of the fifth year students, because she just knew everything and was at a fifth grade level. Monica didn't find an explanation to her wide knowledge, but she just had it. So, the last store was her wand shopping.
She entered it alone, for Hagrid had gone to get her a pretty owl. It sounded eerie, and there was nobody at sight that could attend her. She rang a little calling bell, and from somewhere, a man with grey hair and cold grey eyes showed up behind her, giving her a fright.
-"Ah! Grindelwald's successor! I knew I would be seeing you sometime! Your grandfather was a very wise man, but evil. I dare say that He-Who-Must-Not- Be-Named tried to finish what he couldn't. By the way I am called Mr. Olivanders. "
-"Who is this Dark Lord everybody talks about?" asked Monica, knowing quite well that it was a stupid question to ask in the magical community.
-"Um. I think I shall leave that for you alone it find out. after all, he will also want to be meeting you. He has come back.! Now let's get you a wand!" and Mr.Ollivanders disappeared between the shadows of the rows and rows that held wand boxes. Monica placed him in the "loony scenario" place. All these people were crazy. and creepy. especially this one.
He came back with about seven boxes of wands. He hurried her to try them but all of them just weren't working. With each malfunctioning wand, however, the man became happier. He definitely deserved his rightful place with all the cracker-heads! Then, he came back with a very, very dusty black shiny box. Monica got a feeling that she missed the thing inside it.
Mr.Ollivanders blew some of the dust off, and opened the box carefully. Smoke came out of the box! Then, it disappeared, and there was a wand. It was nicely shaped, probably from some very solid wood, and it had a nice dark terracotta colour. The man took it out, as if holding a baby, and handed it to her, his eyes glittering. Monica held out a trembling hand, and grabbed it; this feeling of power overcame her, giving off a warm feeling to her feelings. She had known this wand. its powers she had missed! But she had never known this wand! Mr.Ollivanders smiled gleefully, and said-
-"This wand was Grindelwald's. It was saved by his family when he died by the hands of Dumbledore. It was meant for you."
Monica, while shaking of nervousness, followed professor McGonagall to the Slytherin common room.
-"Now, I hope you like it here. Of course, I think Slytherin is a er, nice house, I still can't quite figure out why the Sorting Hat placed you there. Oh well, these things happen. We shall expect great things from you. Now, here is Mr. Malfoy, the Slytherin Head Boy, and he shall show you around the place. Good night." And professor McGonagall turned around, and marched upwards, to the Gryffindor common room, she supposed.
As Monica turned around, she spotted a medium-height (A/N I'm never, ever writing that Malfoy is short, NEVER!!), blonde haired boy with greyish blue eyes, and a mean expression on his pale, pointy face, coming out of behind of door concealed on a plain stone wall. He looked at her, with a steady look and then asked-
-"So you are the "newbie" uh? My, I thought you'd be something more special!" his voice was a complete drawl. He looked at her, as if studying her, and added "You wouldn't happen to be a mudblood, would you? Of course, if you turned out to be one, you would not be here, thank God!" he smirked. Monica thought this guy was being very rude, so, she decided to be rude back.
-"For your in-fah-ma-ti-on, I'ma "da" grand-girl of the absolute powerful, hottie Grindelwald-man, so zip it boy!" she said, in her american-ish rap accent. The boy stared for a moment in utter amazement, then changed his expression to smarty-pants again.
-"You can't be the granddaughter of Grindelwald! You are an American! He was a British wizard! My father always admired his ways. of course, there is nothing like our real Dark Lord." he trailed off with a smirk. UGH, this guy is turning out to be a pain in the ass! Fine then, I can play that game too, she thought. She threw a loathing glance, the ones that her mom always got mad at, and said-
-"Well, you don't look to me like a proper Slytherin; perhaps you'd better be in Hafflepuff. And my mum and dad could have moved to America anytime. I mean whoever chose you Head boy! Were they drunk that night or what?!" and she smirked smartly. I'm enjoying this! She thought. The boy sniffed angrily, and retorted with a laugh.
-"I can now see why you were sorted into Slytherin. welcome aboard. Anyway, when you go in, like so, say the weekly password (this week's is True Wizards)" -The were walking through the door- "at your right, is the girls' dormitories. You'll be sleeping in dormitory 10. That'd be up the stairs, to your left. I was informed that you'd be going to buy your supplies tomorrow, but just so you know breakfast starts at 6:00, lunch is at 11:53, and supper is at 6:55. I guess I'll see you at the Great Hall" and he trailed off to the opposite stairs, yawning, and taking a last back look. "By the way" he added "I got to be Head Boy because my father convinced the teachers."
No kidding, boy.
Monica saw him go away; she looked around, but couldn't see much of the common room, being so late, and muttered "and whatnot". She looked up the girls' stairs, and started climbing them. Soon, she reached dormitory 10. She pushed open the door, and the head of three girls looked her way. The first one that caught her eyes, was a big as she was, maybe a little less, with blonde-ish hair, and brown eyes, and a menacing look; the second, looked smudgy as you can get. She had brown hair, a pointy nose, and light brown eyes; the other girl, although she looked nicer, had a cold look, and had blue eyes, and red hair. The girls just stared at each other for a few seconds, then the blonde one spoke. well grunted-
-"Who are you?"
-"Er Monica, the new girl. for some reason. "
-"Ooh so that's you eh? I've been hearing rumours that someone got infiltrated in the train. " that was the smudgy one. even her voice was smudgy!
-"Yeah well I've heard you are an unpleasant load. is it true?" Monica asked, being tired of the given attitudes these people seemed to have. The girl with the blonde hair got up, as if to jump on her and break her jaw, but the red haired girl got up first, and walked to her. She held out a hand, to shake Monica's.
-"Welcome to dormitory 10, I'm Sally-Anne Perks, and they are Millicent Bulstrode, the one up, and Pansy Parkinson. You are Monica what else?"
-"Miras. Monica Miras" she added, with the James Bond's tone, as she shook the girl's hand.
The sun's rays woke her up; they were gliding gently on her face. Monica imagined that she was at home, back in California, and she imagined that when she woke up, she'd see her Eminem poster on the wall. She smiled, and opened her eyes; she was still in dormitory 10. This was real. She got hold of her watch, and read that it was 6:35 a.m. She decided that, at least, she'd attend breakfast with her "fellow" Slytherin-mates.
After getting dressed, and getting lost in the mazes of hallways, and getting switched around, and tricked by this ghost, by the name of Peeves, Monica got to the Great hall. It was packed with students from all the four houses. Since she was supposed to get her stuff today, with Hagrid, she came down with her all-American clothing. From Hot Topic, the punk-gothic store her mom so hated, she had put on her Dickies black with white stripes pants, her favourite shirt, the one that said in big green letters "WEEZER", her Dickies jacket, and her favourite shoes in the world: black Converses! Plus her garments, which included her spiked bracelet, her many black plastic bracelets, and her so-cool neck-bracelet, purple, and shiny. Anyway, so she showed up at her Slytherin table like that.
-"Oh what a jolly holiday. lalalalalalala. " she muttered smiling to herself, as she saw the faces of the people that saw her wearing. well, what she used to wear back in LA. She spotted a free space at one of the ends of the Slytherin tables, and sat down comfortably, people still staring at her clothing. She picked up some toast, and got some butter, and some juice, and started eating. From behind, somebody tapped her shoulder; it was Ginny. Monica smiled to see her first witch friend.
-"Y-you got sorted into Slytherin??"
-"Yeah.you in Gryffindor, right?"
-"Yeah.I thought you'd.well, get sorted with me!" Ginny looked very crestfallen.
-"Hey! I will still hang out with you! You're my first homie!" she patted her arm.
-"Your first what?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow.
-"Homie, as in friend. Anyway, what's so bad about me not being in Gryffindor?"
-"Well.I did tell you about.the Slytherin reputation." but right then, she was cut off by the Malfoy boy, who hissed at Ginny. Ginny gave him a look of pure hatred, and walked away, and sat next to his brother, Ron Weasley. He looked back and made a face to see that it was Malfoy who had wiped Ginny off to her table. Malfoy turned his head, and raised an eyebrow, while smirking.
-"What are you wearing, girl?" he asked, while studying her, up and down.
-"What you're not." Monica simply said, not looking at him, and drinking her juice. Malfoy seemed annoyed by that comment, but pleased as well. Then, he shoved off the boy that was sitting next to Monica and sat down. His crony friends, Crabbe and Goyle, just stood there.
-"So. you know your schedule? You're probably with all of us, anyways. " he said, trying to catch her eye.
-"Cool. " she said, once more showing her I-don't-care attitude her friend Caitlan had showed her (A/N HI LEMON!). Malfoy coughed, and stood up, clearly giving up on whatever he wanted to do in first place. "See you at dinner, I guess. " and he and his cronies walked away. She also stood up, and walked over to the Gryffindor table, biting a piece of French toast. She shoved a boy, like Malfoy did, and sat next to Ginny.
-"Hey, sorry that he did that to you. But I think I know what you're talking about."
-"Yeah, so you see. if you are my friend, the Slytherins are gonna hate you!" said Ginny, now being watched carefully by her brother.
-"Well, then they're gonna have to cope with it!!" Monica said, raising an eyebrow at Ron's curiosity. "Hi" she said to him.
Ron blinked and mumbled a sort of hi. The he turned to talking to his friend Harry Potter.
-"Hey. where is Hermione?" she asked to Ron.
-"Er. she spends too much time in the library. how do you know her?"
-"Bah, she was one of the first people who was kind enough to tell me where the train was taking me."
Ron seemed to be trying not to let something burl out of his mouth.so Monica helped him a little bit.
-"Speak now or die with it!!"
Ron looked at her for a moment. His ears were getting this pinkish colour. and then spoke-
-"BUT YOU ARE A SLYTHERIN!!" You can't talk to us! You don't like us! You like them!" he pointed to the Slytherins, as he turned redder, and he wailed his arms ferociously in the air. "You are not supposed to care about Ginny or Hermione! This isn't right!!" and he breathed really hard. Harry simply blinked, and patted him on the back. Ginny stared at him, speechless. Some people turned to see who was shrieking so. Monica simply yawned. Then, she smirked and looked at him straight in the eye.
-"Things are going to change around here with me."
McGonagall came to where she was, and tapped her on the shoulder.
-"We need to conduct some tests on your magical knowledge before you go off to buying your stuff. please follow me."
Monica stood up, and mouthed to Ginny "I don't know anything!" She just gave her the thumbs up, while Ron gazed at her, transfixed. She caught up with professor McGonagall.
-"But I don't know any sort of magic! What if I don't pass?" asked Monica, while trying to keep up with McGonagall.
-"Oh we trust you do have some knowledge. you shall see."
They reached an empty class, where professor Dumbledore and a greasy haired professor were seated down, waiting. Then, they stood up slowly, and the greasy haired professor handed her a wand.
-"This here is our potions teacher, Professor Snape. He will teach you potions along with your fellow classmates every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday. We will start our little test by firing some harmless spells to you, and we shall see if our little bet gets won or not." Having said this, Snape suddenly fired a spell at her. Red light came out of the tip of his own wand; somehow (Monica still didn't know how, after they had been done) Monica held up her wand and said "EXPELLIARMUS". Professor Snape was blasted against the wall, and Monica just stood there, her arm raised, feeling an old forgotten feeling. Then, she blinked, and she was empty again. She realised she had just blasted a teacher and ran to him.
-"Oh I'm so sorry professor Snape! Are you ok??" she asked, trying to give him a hand. He just gave her a cold look, and stood up by himself. Monica still watched him cautiously in case he fell apart or into pieces.
Then, as if some alarm had sounded off in her mind, she turned around and shouted "STUPEFY" to professor McGonagall. She stood there, frozen, a green light coming out of her wand, but Monica's spell hit her instantly. She then realised again that she had stupefied a teacher and got to her, poking her, eyes wide open. She looked at Dumbledore, to see if he was mad, but he looked quite pleased, and laughed.
-"Oh wonderful! I always knew that Grindelwald's powers had been set upon somebody! Oh neat! "Ennervate"! Ah, did you see her reflexes, Minerva? What do you think, Severus? Did I win the bet?" McGonagall woke up again, and looked at her, smiling proudly, Snape, though, looked meaner than usual. Dumbledore smiled, contented.
Hagrid and Monica had travelled by Floo powder to Diagon Alley. Something she had decided not to ever do again. Monica gazed, open-mouthed at all the odd stores there were: The Owl Emporium, Gringott's bank (where she had discovered a small fortune her parents had sent her, and also, a great amount of coins, that supposedly Girndelwald had had). She had got her Slytherin robes, and formal robes, her cauldrons, her ingredients, her parchment & quills, and in resume, all she needed for an agitated fifth year at Hogwarts.
Snape had tested her with some potions, all poisonous of course, but she had declined to drink them, for something at the back of her head had told her not to even sniff them. This also happened when professor Sprout told her to feed some carnivore plants, which she hadn't done because one of them (she knew somehow) could bite her hand off by the mere sniff of her perfume. All the teachers had agreed to put her at the same average as the rest of the fifth year students, because she just knew everything and was at a fifth grade level. Monica didn't find an explanation to her wide knowledge, but she just had it. So, the last store was her wand shopping.
She entered it alone, for Hagrid had gone to get her a pretty owl. It sounded eerie, and there was nobody at sight that could attend her. She rang a little calling bell, and from somewhere, a man with grey hair and cold grey eyes showed up behind her, giving her a fright.
-"Ah! Grindelwald's successor! I knew I would be seeing you sometime! Your grandfather was a very wise man, but evil. I dare say that He-Who-Must-Not- Be-Named tried to finish what he couldn't. By the way I am called Mr. Olivanders. "
-"Who is this Dark Lord everybody talks about?" asked Monica, knowing quite well that it was a stupid question to ask in the magical community.
-"Um. I think I shall leave that for you alone it find out. after all, he will also want to be meeting you. He has come back.! Now let's get you a wand!" and Mr.Ollivanders disappeared between the shadows of the rows and rows that held wand boxes. Monica placed him in the "loony scenario" place. All these people were crazy. and creepy. especially this one.
He came back with about seven boxes of wands. He hurried her to try them but all of them just weren't working. With each malfunctioning wand, however, the man became happier. He definitely deserved his rightful place with all the cracker-heads! Then, he came back with a very, very dusty black shiny box. Monica got a feeling that she missed the thing inside it.
Mr.Ollivanders blew some of the dust off, and opened the box carefully. Smoke came out of the box! Then, it disappeared, and there was a wand. It was nicely shaped, probably from some very solid wood, and it had a nice dark terracotta colour. The man took it out, as if holding a baby, and handed it to her, his eyes glittering. Monica held out a trembling hand, and grabbed it; this feeling of power overcame her, giving off a warm feeling to her feelings. She had known this wand. its powers she had missed! But she had never known this wand! Mr.Ollivanders smiled gleefully, and said-
-"This wand was Grindelwald's. It was saved by his family when he died by the hands of Dumbledore. It was meant for you."