"Hey guys", Ginny yelled to the trio, "I'm going to Ollivander's to get my
new wand!"
Ron just looked over at her and shrugged. "Just meet us in the regular place!", and with that walked off.
Ginny was excited. She had never had a new wand. Her wand had been a hand me down from Bill. This summer she had spent some time working at the town's "grocery store" near the Burrow and had made enough for a new wand and a new dress robe.
She rushed through the door to the shop and it crashed shut. An old man appeared from around a corner in the back of the store and stared at her like she were Voldemort himself.
Her face instantly went pink; she found it always best to act as though she were completely embarrassed and unsure of herself in these situations.
"I'm so sorry, I, I didn't, I mean, I was just, excited and I really didn't know I had opened it with such force." She felt deep satisfaction as the old man's grimace softened into a lighter grimace, which she could tell was his smile.
"Why Miss Weasely, it is quite alright." She frowned a bit at his knowledge of who she is. 'Damned red hair', she thought. "Now may we look for a wand for you?" he asked as his grimace deepened.
This man was giving her the creeps and she wanted nothing more than to get a wand and leave. He led her to the back of the shop and reached for the highest shelf and removed a very dusty and dirty box.
"Now this, I am very sure Miss Weasely, has been waiting a very long time for you to come reclaim it."
What the hell is this old man talking about? She gave him a quizzical look, but he just ignored her.
"Now we must try it out, just to make sure, every wand has its own owner you know." Ginny smiled at him politely wishing he would stop talking and let her have the damned thing. He opened the box carefully and as he did, Ginny let out a very audible gasp. It was beautiful.
The whole of the wand was an elegant elm while the handle was thick and ornate with an inscription and what appeared to be vines carved with meticulous detail which made them almost look real.
She looked up into the smiling eyes of Mr. Ollivander and choked out, "I can't afford this"!
Again the old man's grimace lightened into a smile, something she realized was something he didn't do often.
"This, my dear, is something that has been waiting for a VERRY long time for someone just like you to take."
"Do you mean poor and destitute?!?!" Ginny yelped still in shock that he seemed to think THIS was the wand for her.
He chuckled; she heard the raspy unused sound and began to think she should probably feel somewhat honored that he was acting this way towards her. "Miss Weasely, I mean that it is a very special wand and has been with this store since it opened. It is of unimaginable quality and the hair inside is that of the previous owner. Very powerful."
Ginny gazed at the wand and her mind was reeling at the beauty. She felt herself being pulled toward it in her soul.
"Whose hair is it?"
"It was a powerful sorceress's named Danu."
She was becoming confused. "So why would this wand be waiting for me?" she asked in a barely audible voice. She was losing her self control and felt as though she had stood up to suddenly. Ollivander's smile deepened as he looked her over thoughtfully and leaned nearer her whispering,
"Not all are who they appear, or want to appear to be." His eyes were glistening with something odd.
'What is that supposed to mean?' Ginny was now utterly confused and she was growing weary of being around this creepy old man.
He backed away suddenly bringing her out of the ringing in her head. "Well, I have not been wrong about a wand in my life and I am positive this is not going to be my first, but if it is, and the wand is not for you, then we will simply get you another."
His smile had faded and the personal tone in his voice had gone back to a professional distant one. Ginny nodded in agreement, since the wand would obviously not be hers, but inside she felt something stir her soul again as she reached down and picked up the wand. Abruptly, the world was spinning and she had to close her eyes to keep from falling. A woman's voice broke the sudden silence and Ginny tore her eyes open. She let out a cry and jumped back. The woman looked exactly like her, except older.
"Who are you?" She managed to gurgle.
The woman smiled deeply and responded in a voice that resembled an angel's, at least what she supposed they sounded like.
"You know me."
Then the world went black again and Ginny opened her eyes. Mr. Ollivander was standing over her with a look that seemed to be a twist between fear and utter joy.
"I think we have a winner!"
Then he jumped up, quit quickly for a man of his age, and went to the counter to start ringing the wand up. "Now, Miss Weasely, since the wand is so old I am obliged to only be able to charge you two galleons for it."
Ginny was still trying to figure out how she had landed face up on the floor when she nearly fell back down. Her head was already pounding and the news that she was going to get this beautiful wand for only two galleons, when she was expecting to spend at least five times as much, was almost too much for her. The old man smiled again as she handed him her money and turned to leave.
"Oh, and Miss Weasely, as I said to a certain young man seven years ago, I'm sure we can expect great things from you."
Ginny turned and blushed a bit as she ran out of the store, more confused than she'd ever been.
As she stepped out into the sun of Diagon Alley she decided never to go back there again. That vision she had was too weird and all the things he had said kept running through her mind as she sprinted to the robes shop. She had enough money to get three regular robes and two new dress robes.
This was definitely going to be a great year
When she came out of the shop, her trip to Ollivander's was still on her mind, but she was running late to meet her brother. When reached the Leaky Cauldron, their regular meeting spot, Ron noticed her first.
"About time Gin! We thought we were going to have to go and rescue you or something. What took you so long?"
"Ron!" Ginny yelled at him with an icy stare.
'What does he mean rescue? I can take very good care of myself! Stupid prat!'
"Can't you just let me alone?"
Hermione gave him a push, and asked Ginny if she was alright.
"You look like you saw a ghost."
Ginny rolled her eyes at the trio. "I am fine! Can we just go?" She wanted to kick herself. She was letting her anger rise because of these nit wits. The only one who never bothered the shit out of her was Harry, and that was only because he barely knew she was alive. She felt a twinge in her heart. She had been so in love with him, but Harry was not for her. She knew, but sometimes, just sometimes, she still longed. She pushed the thoughts of Harry out of her head and heard Ollivander's voice instead.
'We can expect great things from you.'
A/N: Please r/r!! I just want to say I'm sorry for the paragraph 'thing' of late. My computer was messing up and all I could do was paragraphs, but now, I hope it's easier to read!! Thanks!!! ~~~GodessAthena
Ron just looked over at her and shrugged. "Just meet us in the regular place!", and with that walked off.
Ginny was excited. She had never had a new wand. Her wand had been a hand me down from Bill. This summer she had spent some time working at the town's "grocery store" near the Burrow and had made enough for a new wand and a new dress robe.
She rushed through the door to the shop and it crashed shut. An old man appeared from around a corner in the back of the store and stared at her like she were Voldemort himself.
Her face instantly went pink; she found it always best to act as though she were completely embarrassed and unsure of herself in these situations.
"I'm so sorry, I, I didn't, I mean, I was just, excited and I really didn't know I had opened it with such force." She felt deep satisfaction as the old man's grimace softened into a lighter grimace, which she could tell was his smile.
"Why Miss Weasely, it is quite alright." She frowned a bit at his knowledge of who she is. 'Damned red hair', she thought. "Now may we look for a wand for you?" he asked as his grimace deepened.
This man was giving her the creeps and she wanted nothing more than to get a wand and leave. He led her to the back of the shop and reached for the highest shelf and removed a very dusty and dirty box.
"Now this, I am very sure Miss Weasely, has been waiting a very long time for you to come reclaim it."
What the hell is this old man talking about? She gave him a quizzical look, but he just ignored her.
"Now we must try it out, just to make sure, every wand has its own owner you know." Ginny smiled at him politely wishing he would stop talking and let her have the damned thing. He opened the box carefully and as he did, Ginny let out a very audible gasp. It was beautiful.
The whole of the wand was an elegant elm while the handle was thick and ornate with an inscription and what appeared to be vines carved with meticulous detail which made them almost look real.
She looked up into the smiling eyes of Mr. Ollivander and choked out, "I can't afford this"!
Again the old man's grimace lightened into a smile, something she realized was something he didn't do often.
"This, my dear, is something that has been waiting for a VERRY long time for someone just like you to take."
"Do you mean poor and destitute?!?!" Ginny yelped still in shock that he seemed to think THIS was the wand for her.
He chuckled; she heard the raspy unused sound and began to think she should probably feel somewhat honored that he was acting this way towards her. "Miss Weasely, I mean that it is a very special wand and has been with this store since it opened. It is of unimaginable quality and the hair inside is that of the previous owner. Very powerful."
Ginny gazed at the wand and her mind was reeling at the beauty. She felt herself being pulled toward it in her soul.
"Whose hair is it?"
"It was a powerful sorceress's named Danu."
She was becoming confused. "So why would this wand be waiting for me?" she asked in a barely audible voice. She was losing her self control and felt as though she had stood up to suddenly. Ollivander's smile deepened as he looked her over thoughtfully and leaned nearer her whispering,
"Not all are who they appear, or want to appear to be." His eyes were glistening with something odd.
'What is that supposed to mean?' Ginny was now utterly confused and she was growing weary of being around this creepy old man.
He backed away suddenly bringing her out of the ringing in her head. "Well, I have not been wrong about a wand in my life and I am positive this is not going to be my first, but if it is, and the wand is not for you, then we will simply get you another."
His smile had faded and the personal tone in his voice had gone back to a professional distant one. Ginny nodded in agreement, since the wand would obviously not be hers, but inside she felt something stir her soul again as she reached down and picked up the wand. Abruptly, the world was spinning and she had to close her eyes to keep from falling. A woman's voice broke the sudden silence and Ginny tore her eyes open. She let out a cry and jumped back. The woman looked exactly like her, except older.
"Who are you?" She managed to gurgle.
The woman smiled deeply and responded in a voice that resembled an angel's, at least what she supposed they sounded like.
"You know me."
Then the world went black again and Ginny opened her eyes. Mr. Ollivander was standing over her with a look that seemed to be a twist between fear and utter joy.
"I think we have a winner!"
Then he jumped up, quit quickly for a man of his age, and went to the counter to start ringing the wand up. "Now, Miss Weasely, since the wand is so old I am obliged to only be able to charge you two galleons for it."
Ginny was still trying to figure out how she had landed face up on the floor when she nearly fell back down. Her head was already pounding and the news that she was going to get this beautiful wand for only two galleons, when she was expecting to spend at least five times as much, was almost too much for her. The old man smiled again as she handed him her money and turned to leave.
"Oh, and Miss Weasely, as I said to a certain young man seven years ago, I'm sure we can expect great things from you."
Ginny turned and blushed a bit as she ran out of the store, more confused than she'd ever been.
As she stepped out into the sun of Diagon Alley she decided never to go back there again. That vision she had was too weird and all the things he had said kept running through her mind as she sprinted to the robes shop. She had enough money to get three regular robes and two new dress robes.
This was definitely going to be a great year
When she came out of the shop, her trip to Ollivander's was still on her mind, but she was running late to meet her brother. When reached the Leaky Cauldron, their regular meeting spot, Ron noticed her first.
"About time Gin! We thought we were going to have to go and rescue you or something. What took you so long?"
"Ron!" Ginny yelled at him with an icy stare.
'What does he mean rescue? I can take very good care of myself! Stupid prat!'
"Can't you just let me alone?"
Hermione gave him a push, and asked Ginny if she was alright.
"You look like you saw a ghost."
Ginny rolled her eyes at the trio. "I am fine! Can we just go?" She wanted to kick herself. She was letting her anger rise because of these nit wits. The only one who never bothered the shit out of her was Harry, and that was only because he barely knew she was alive. She felt a twinge in her heart. She had been so in love with him, but Harry was not for her. She knew, but sometimes, just sometimes, she still longed. She pushed the thoughts of Harry out of her head and heard Ollivander's voice instead.
'We can expect great things from you.'
A/N: Please r/r!! I just want to say I'm sorry for the paragraph 'thing' of late. My computer was messing up and all I could do was paragraphs, but now, I hope it's easier to read!! Thanks!!! ~~~GodessAthena