Disclaimers, etc, see part one.

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Buffy followed Giles out along the Alley. They spent a few minutes just looking around before heading to the bank. Lupin had a key for the vault Dumbledore had set up for the Scooby Gang. Buffy was given charge of the key and she gave everyone what Lupin suggested as a fair amount for what they wanted.

Giles got some money out of his own vault. No one, least of all the goblin, was impressed by the time it took him to find his key.

"All this money's yours, Giles?" Buffy asked, looking around the vault.

"Yeah," Giles said. He was bemused at his discovery of the small fortune he'd collected since he'd left school and joined the Watchers.

"Hurry up," Xander demanded. "I want to get back to the sun."

"Yeah," Spike said. He had become very quickly annoyed with the underground, for someone who had lived in the dark for over a hundred years.

Buffy and Giles climbed back on the cart. The others hadn't felt well enough to get off. They emerged, green tinged and blinking in the sunlight.

"Where do we go first?" Dawn asked excitedly.

"Xander, Tara, Willow and Spike will need wands. Everyone will need robes, and we might as well all go to Flourish and Blots," Lupin said.

"Wand?" Spike demanded.

"Spike?" Giles demanded. "He's a …"

"Dumbledore insisted. He's never really been one for keeping rules that don't make sense in the circumstances. He's spoken to Ollivander."

Giles didn't really seem pleased. But it was obvious he wasn't going to argue.

"We'll go to the book shop," Giles offered. "I'd like to see their Muggle Studies collection. You can meet us there?"

They split at the bookshop, Xander, Willow, Tara and Spike following Lupin further down the street. The little bell tinkled as they entered the quiet looking shop. It seemed that there were too many of them for the space.

Ollivander appeared. He beamed at them all, his eyes narrowing curiously as they reached Spike.

"Remus, good to see you again," he said. "Fine wand you've got, firm, good for hexes and curses."

Lupin smiled in what he hoped was an appreciative way.

"Mr Black, why don't we start with you. Hold out your wand hand."

It took Xander a moment to realise that that meant him. And held out his right hand. Ollivander held out a silvery tape measure and ran it along his arm. He gave what must have been his standard spiel before wandering off and leaving the tape to measure on its own.

When he came back, the wand was measuring Xander's eyes. It flung itself on to the floor guiltily when Ollivander snapped his fingers.

"Let's see if we can't do this properly. Families like yours tend towards a traditional wand. 11 inches, walnut, phoenix feather, just wave it."

Xander waved, nothing happened. Ollivander tutted and pulled the wand away.

"13 inches, holy, unicorn tail hair."

Xander had barely lifted the wand before Ollivander took it away and replaced it with another. He seemed very excited.

"13 inches, mahogany, phoenix feather."

Xander lifted the wand and waved it. Ollivander's face fell ever so slightly when nothing happened.

"The wood, the wood, what wood would you like?"

"What sorts have you got?" Xander said.

"Holly, Mahogany, Walnut, Hazel, Oak, Willow, Rose, Willow?" he repeated, noticing Xander's smile.

He disappeared before Xander could explain that it was only that his friend, who was standing beside him, was called Willow. He returned with one wand box.

"13 inches, willow, phoenix feather."

Xander's whole arm felt warmed as he held the wand. He smiled again, he could like this. He drew the wand through the air. It left a trail of small crystal like lights in its wake. Ollivander beamed.

"Excellent," he said. "It's find wand. You should find it well suited to transfiguration."

Remus seemed very pleased with the recommendation. Xander thanked the strange little man and stepped back. Ollivander turned next to Spike.

"William, your wand hand please."

Ollivander was not pleased to have a vampire in his shop, perhaps he thought it undignified. Spike held out his left arm and the tape measured him. Ollivander watched it a moment before stalking off.

"I don't know why I even made this wand," he said, as he returned. "And how Dumbledore knew of it? 12 and a half inches, originally holly wood, phoenix feather."

Spike waved the wand experimentally and a cloud of cream coloured smoke appeared. Ollivander sighed in a way that said quite clearly, there was no challenge in that.

"How was that so easy?" Spike asked.

"You are a vampire, William. Vampires are able to use most wands very effectively, although they are not allowed to have a wand at all. No wand is going to choose a Wizard it will be dangerous to. Your wand is the only one I have made out of petrified wood. Miss Maclay, I believe you have taught Miss Rosenberg elements of what she knows?"

"Some, some of the basics, yes," Tara nodded.

"Could you both stand with you wand arms out please," he said.

Willow and Tara stood side by side, with their right arms raised. Ollivander looked very excited. And the tape measure seemed ecstatic at the prospect of measuring two people at once. Ollivander left it to its own amusement. The tape measured the various distances between the two witches, as well all their own measurements.

Ollivander arrived back with several wand boxes and handed one to Tara.

"It's possible that you won't find a wand easily. It's also possible that several wands will be acceptable, which makes my job easier. I haven't sold a wand to a Wicca witch in many, many years. This is 13 inches, hazel wood, unicorn tail hair."

Nothing happened when Tara waved it and Ollivander got a strange gleam in his eye as he handed over another wand.

"11 and a half inches, mahogany, heart string of a dragon. A very fine welsh green."

Again, nothing happened. Fifteen minutes later the pile of boxes around Tara and Willow was half way up their calves. Willow had yet to try a wand.

"Ah, yes, of course, my greatest apologies," Ollivander murmured, taking the last wand from Tara. He handed it to Willow.

"11 and three quarter inches, oak, with the hair from the mane of a unicorn," he repeated.

Willow waved the wand. It produced a green light, which floated in the air like a scarf.

"Excellent, excellent."

Ollivander looked at the wand boxes around their feet for a moment. He turned abruptly for one of the shelves and brought out another wand for Tara.

"12 and a half inches, rose wood, the tail of the same unicorn," he pronounced.

Tara's wand produced the same effect that Willow's had. Ollivander chuckled.

"Perfect match," he said. "It's a lovely thing to see."

Willow blushed. Tara seemed to take some comfort from the little man's words. Xander simply felt uncomfortable.

The four of them paid for their wands and left the shop quietly. Diagon Alley was still the same bustling place it had been when they had gone in. Manoeuvring between the crowds, Remus led them back towards the bookshop.