Arielle tentatively opened the letter, taking out a thick piece of parchment from inside the envelope. She carefully unfolded the letter, and read it's contents by the light of her wand.

Arielle had purchased her wand at Olivander's when she was eleven years old. Her mother had taken her to Diagon Alley to shop for school supplies before her first year at Beauxbatons. Most of her friends and classmates had purchased their things at La rue des violets enchantés, Paris secret magical shopping district. Arielle had remembered the day clearly.

Arielle, her mother, and Jade were walking hand in hand though Diagon Alley. Arielle, a pretty eleven year old child looked up at her mother as they walked through the dingy district.

"Mama, why must we come here...I don't like it Mama." Arielle wrinkled her nose at the noisy pubs that they passed along the way, and shady shops boasting gruesome products.

"Because, little one, it is the best, and we always have the best." Olivia replied to her nervous daughter.

The family turned a corner and came to a small shop. The only indication that anything was there was a sign that simply read "Olivander's" in an old English font. The sign was rotted and hanging by one hinge above an old wooden door. Olivia pulled her two children up the few concrete steps to the door and knocked using the old brass knocker. The knocker hadn't hit the door before it opened harshly, revealing a small room, dimly lit by a few light bulbs hanging from strings on the ceiling. Olivia quickly ushered her children in as the door shut with a creak behind them.

Arielle blinked, adjusting her eyes to the light. The room had a musky, old smell of dust and history. It was then that Arielle noticed the man who had opened the door for them. Mr.Olivander was an ancient man, who stood tall and thin in the short room. His teeth were grayed and crooked, to math his wiry glasses that were perched on his small nose. His eyes were big and black, and Arielle could see only her reflection in them, not a sign of emotion.

"Who do we have here today, Olivia?" Mr.Olivander said in his rusty voice as he peered at Arielle.

Olivia brought Arielle from out behind her for Mr.Olivander. "This is my youngest, Arielle. She will be starting at Beauxbatons this fall."

Mr.Olivander nodded his head when he looked at Arielle, and then he noticed Jade surveying the room with familiarity. "Ahhh, and this is Jade, is it not, Olivia?"

"Yes, Jade is entering her seventh year at Beauxbatons." Olivia remarked as Jade smiled

politely at Mr.Olivander.

"Yes, I remember it as if it were yesterday." Mr.Olivander said as he saw the wand in Jade's pocket. "Bloodwood wand. Ten and 3/4 inches long, the core of a griffin heartstring."

Jade stared at Mr.Olivander, wondering how he could remember every wand he had ever sold.

"Well, I suppose It is time to find one for Arielle." As he said this, a tape measure flew out of his pocket and measured Arielle in peculiar places, between her nostrils etc. until it flew back into the hand of Mr.Olivander. "Interesting." He said as he walked past shelves, grabbing a few selections off of each one. After he was finally finished, he came back over to Arielle and handed her a thin purple box. "Try this one." He told her as he watched her open the long box.

Arielle noticed the smoothness of this wand, and it felt cool in her fingers. She took it with her right hand and waved it around. Immediately, a swirl of violet smoke and glitter came out in a thin stream out of the tip of the wand.

"Interesting indeed." Mr.Olivander said. "Very rarely do we have someone choose the right wand the first time. Your wand is very special indeed. Plain rosewood, nine and 3/4 inches long, core of a veela hair."

Olivia smiled at Mr.Olivander, she had known him for a very long time indeed. She paid him quickly and thanked him, escorting her children out of the store.

As Arielle finished remembering that moment, she realized that she still had the letter from the Malfoy's in her hands. She had only met that family once, a long time ago, right around when she had first started Beauxbatons. It had been at a party at her house, and she remembers her mother introducing her to a little boy by the name of Draco. Arielle's mother was talking to Draco's mother, Narcissa. Narcissa was a tall woman, with platinum blonde hair tied tight in a bun on the top of her head. Her icy blue eyes sparkled with pride as she looked at her son. Arielle remembered Draco being a rather snotty child, not much fun to play with, and always pouting. He stuck awfully close to his mother, and Arielle could have cared less about him as she ran off to play with her other friends.

The invitation that Arielle held in her hand spoke of a party that was the following night. She had of course, no desire to go or associate with the Malfoys, but she didn't have a choice, she never did. After reading the letter again, Arielle touched the tip of her wand to the letter, catching it on fire. After most of it was burnt, she quickly extinguished it and placed the ashes in the garbage.

Arielle slid back under the covers of her bed, trying to sleep as long as she could to avoid the party the next day.