A/N: Sorry about the title change – the first one was because of a lack of
ideas for the title. It is now Willow Magic instead of Hazel.
Disclaimer: If it weren't for J.K. Rowling this story wouldn't exist. I don't own anything except for Haley and Hazel, their parents, and the plot.
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Chapter 3: The Most Powerful Wand
They entered the dark shop. A small tinkle greeted them from a bell. No one was there. There were rows of shelves filled with thin boxes behind the front desk. There was a spindly chair that looked slightly broken and a strange feeling filled the air in the shop, a feeling like something else was there, something extraordinary.
"Hello?" called Cay. "Is anyone there?"
"Hello," said a voice. An old man crept out of the shadows of the shelves. "Looking for wands? I am Mr. Ollivander. Come here, dear," he said, motioning to Haley. "Let's see what we can find for you. Hold out your wand hand, the one you write with. Muggles I suppose?" he added to Cay and Ryan.
He started taking measurements of Haley's arm, hand, and then the measure started moving on its own while Mr. Ollivander went behind the desk and started looking at boxes. He took down a few and brought them over to Haley.
"Try this one, maple and phoenix feather, seven inches. Well, give it a wave."
She did and looked fairly foolish waving the wand about, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it back and replaced it in the box. He took out another and had Haley do the same. Still nothing happened. The third wand he took out he looked at a bit then said, "Why doesn't your sister try those two while you try this. It might go a bit faster that way."
So the girls tried a few wands. Finally, the wand Haley was waving shot sparkling blue and silver dust and sparks out of the end. "Ah, yes! Here is the one for you! Ten inches, nice, slightly bendy. Pine and unicorn hair, slightly odd combination, but it will do for you. Now, your sister. You look like you also need a different combination."
Mr. Ollivander walked into the back, took down a box, looked at it, then gazed at Hazel. He came back up and took it out of the box. "Willow, powdered unicorn horn and dragon scale. Twelve inches, stiff, hard to break. I think you'll be happy with this. Try."
She did. The moment she touched the soft wood Hazel felt elated, her stomach lifted and the air in the shop swirled around her, changing colors from gold, to silver, scarlet, to blue, and yellow to green. She looked around, feeling lighter than the multicolored air filling the shop. Mr. Ollivander clapped his hands excitedly. "I see great things will happen for your, Hazel. You will be a powerful witch."
"Why?" she asked. "How would you be able to know?"
"Because the most powerful wand has chosen you. The wand always chooses the witch or wizard, remember that. You will always get the best results from your wand. Others will work, but yours will work best," he replied.
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They left the shop after paying ten Galleons each for their wands.
"Tom said owls carried mail for you, didn't he, Hazel?" asked Haley.
"Yeah, why don't we get one?" Hazel answered.
They strode into Eeylop's Owl Emporium. The noise was deafening. Owls were hooting all over and cages were rattling. They were everywhere Hazel looked. "Ooh! Look at this one. It's so pretty!" Haley was looking at a beautiful snowy white owl. The feathers were a brilliant soft white and it had dark, knowing eyes.
Hazel gazed at the owl. The owl gazed back. Hazel looked straight into the eyes and said, "We have to get her. She's sad here, in this cage."
Cay looked at her. "How do you know that?" she inquired.
Hazel looked down, blushing. "I don't know. I-it just came to me."
Fifteen minutes later the family was back in the Leaky Cauldron, eating a meal, surrounded by the many bags from various places in Diagon Alley.
Hazel kept thinking about what Mr. Ollivander said about her wand being the most powerful and how the wand chooses the witch. How could she be so powerful? She never even knew that she was magical. And if she was so powerful, why wasn't her identical twin sister the same, just like she was the same in everything else they did or were? As she ate, Hazel remembered the scene in Flourish and Blotts. What did Harry Potter do? Why did Gilderoy Lockhart pull him up to the front when, clearly, the boy did not want to be there? Her thoughts shifted to the fight. Harry Potter had left with the red-haired family and the large man. But another girl had left with them but she had bushy brown hair. The two oldest boys were obviously twins. Maybe there were a lot of twins in the wizarding world. Hazel sighed. That would be good, she thought. Haley and I won't be looked at so much for being twins if there are a lot of them at Hogwarts.
But why had her wand made such a spectacular performance when Haley's had only shot dust and sparks in two colors? Did that have something to do with how powerful the witch would be?
Haley looked at all the items they had bought. There was so much of it. Did they really need all this stuff for becoming a witch? Why were the twins witches when neither of their parents were?
Hazel had so many questions she wanted answered. Maybe, just maybe, someone will answer all my questions at Hogwarts. It is supposed to be a school for witches and wizards anyway.
When they finished their dinner Tom came over and offered them a night in the Leaky Cauldron. They had to be exhausted, he said. Cay and Ryan looked at each other. Neither wanted to lug all the bags back on the Underground tonight, so they accepted.
Tom gave them two rooms. Room 7 and Room 13 were the closest ones that were open. They brought all their things up to the tidy rooms and Hazel fell back onto a bed.
"Hazel?" asked Haley. "Why did Mr. Ollivander say you were powerful when he knew we didn't know about magic before?"
"I don't know, Haley," she answered. "Do we have to talk tonight? I'm dead tired."
"All right. Good night, Hazel."
"'night," murmured Hazel.
But Hazel couldn't sleep. She was so tired but she had too many questions and thoughts reeling around her head. Finally, after about an hour of lying, listening to Haley's slow breathing, her eyelids fell shut.
Disclaimer: If it weren't for J.K. Rowling this story wouldn't exist. I don't own anything except for Haley and Hazel, their parents, and the plot.
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Chapter 3: The Most Powerful Wand
They entered the dark shop. A small tinkle greeted them from a bell. No one was there. There were rows of shelves filled with thin boxes behind the front desk. There was a spindly chair that looked slightly broken and a strange feeling filled the air in the shop, a feeling like something else was there, something extraordinary.
"Hello?" called Cay. "Is anyone there?"
"Hello," said a voice. An old man crept out of the shadows of the shelves. "Looking for wands? I am Mr. Ollivander. Come here, dear," he said, motioning to Haley. "Let's see what we can find for you. Hold out your wand hand, the one you write with. Muggles I suppose?" he added to Cay and Ryan.
He started taking measurements of Haley's arm, hand, and then the measure started moving on its own while Mr. Ollivander went behind the desk and started looking at boxes. He took down a few and brought them over to Haley.
"Try this one, maple and phoenix feather, seven inches. Well, give it a wave."
She did and looked fairly foolish waving the wand about, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it back and replaced it in the box. He took out another and had Haley do the same. Still nothing happened. The third wand he took out he looked at a bit then said, "Why doesn't your sister try those two while you try this. It might go a bit faster that way."
So the girls tried a few wands. Finally, the wand Haley was waving shot sparkling blue and silver dust and sparks out of the end. "Ah, yes! Here is the one for you! Ten inches, nice, slightly bendy. Pine and unicorn hair, slightly odd combination, but it will do for you. Now, your sister. You look like you also need a different combination."
Mr. Ollivander walked into the back, took down a box, looked at it, then gazed at Hazel. He came back up and took it out of the box. "Willow, powdered unicorn horn and dragon scale. Twelve inches, stiff, hard to break. I think you'll be happy with this. Try."
She did. The moment she touched the soft wood Hazel felt elated, her stomach lifted and the air in the shop swirled around her, changing colors from gold, to silver, scarlet, to blue, and yellow to green. She looked around, feeling lighter than the multicolored air filling the shop. Mr. Ollivander clapped his hands excitedly. "I see great things will happen for your, Hazel. You will be a powerful witch."
"Why?" she asked. "How would you be able to know?"
"Because the most powerful wand has chosen you. The wand always chooses the witch or wizard, remember that. You will always get the best results from your wand. Others will work, but yours will work best," he replied.
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They left the shop after paying ten Galleons each for their wands.
"Tom said owls carried mail for you, didn't he, Hazel?" asked Haley.
"Yeah, why don't we get one?" Hazel answered.
They strode into Eeylop's Owl Emporium. The noise was deafening. Owls were hooting all over and cages were rattling. They were everywhere Hazel looked. "Ooh! Look at this one. It's so pretty!" Haley was looking at a beautiful snowy white owl. The feathers were a brilliant soft white and it had dark, knowing eyes.
Hazel gazed at the owl. The owl gazed back. Hazel looked straight into the eyes and said, "We have to get her. She's sad here, in this cage."
Cay looked at her. "How do you know that?" she inquired.
Hazel looked down, blushing. "I don't know. I-it just came to me."
Fifteen minutes later the family was back in the Leaky Cauldron, eating a meal, surrounded by the many bags from various places in Diagon Alley.
Hazel kept thinking about what Mr. Ollivander said about her wand being the most powerful and how the wand chooses the witch. How could she be so powerful? She never even knew that she was magical. And if she was so powerful, why wasn't her identical twin sister the same, just like she was the same in everything else they did or were? As she ate, Hazel remembered the scene in Flourish and Blotts. What did Harry Potter do? Why did Gilderoy Lockhart pull him up to the front when, clearly, the boy did not want to be there? Her thoughts shifted to the fight. Harry Potter had left with the red-haired family and the large man. But another girl had left with them but she had bushy brown hair. The two oldest boys were obviously twins. Maybe there were a lot of twins in the wizarding world. Hazel sighed. That would be good, she thought. Haley and I won't be looked at so much for being twins if there are a lot of them at Hogwarts.
But why had her wand made such a spectacular performance when Haley's had only shot dust and sparks in two colors? Did that have something to do with how powerful the witch would be?
Haley looked at all the items they had bought. There was so much of it. Did they really need all this stuff for becoming a witch? Why were the twins witches when neither of their parents were?
Hazel had so many questions she wanted answered. Maybe, just maybe, someone will answer all my questions at Hogwarts. It is supposed to be a school for witches and wizards anyway.
When they finished their dinner Tom came over and offered them a night in the Leaky Cauldron. They had to be exhausted, he said. Cay and Ryan looked at each other. Neither wanted to lug all the bags back on the Underground tonight, so they accepted.
Tom gave them two rooms. Room 7 and Room 13 were the closest ones that were open. They brought all their things up to the tidy rooms and Hazel fell back onto a bed.
"Hazel?" asked Haley. "Why did Mr. Ollivander say you were powerful when he knew we didn't know about magic before?"
"I don't know, Haley," she answered. "Do we have to talk tonight? I'm dead tired."
"All right. Good night, Hazel."
"'night," murmured Hazel.
But Hazel couldn't sleep. She was so tired but she had too many questions and thoughts reeling around her head. Finally, after about an hour of lying, listening to Haley's slow breathing, her eyelids fell shut.