You don't know what its like to be a wand. Take me for example. I am Harry
Potter's wand. I don't even have a proper name!!!
At first I was stuck in a box for days, months, years, I don't know how long in that God-forsaken shop of Ollivander's. Then along came this Harry Potter boy. He buys me, only to throw me into his trunk for the days until he arrives at school.
I am taken from the trunk only to be thrown into his rucksack. This isn't so bad, as I can talk to a rather cute quill of his. But then I am taken out for his first lessons. The inexperienced boy only knows how to shoot sparks out of me, which is quite painful, you should know. He is too young to know how to do any of the more pleasant spells, like Wingardium Leviosa or Expecto Patronum, which both feel like a cool tingling.
After classes, I am thrown back into his bag or the pocket of his robes to be used another day.
A/N: Any ideas on what to do next??
At first I was stuck in a box for days, months, years, I don't know how long in that God-forsaken shop of Ollivander's. Then along came this Harry Potter boy. He buys me, only to throw me into his trunk for the days until he arrives at school.
I am taken from the trunk only to be thrown into his rucksack. This isn't so bad, as I can talk to a rather cute quill of his. But then I am taken out for his first lessons. The inexperienced boy only knows how to shoot sparks out of me, which is quite painful, you should know. He is too young to know how to do any of the more pleasant spells, like Wingardium Leviosa or Expecto Patronum, which both feel like a cool tingling.
After classes, I am thrown back into his bag or the pocket of his robes to be used another day.
A/N: Any ideas on what to do next??
