A/N: Ok, here we go. It's time to open the door to the wand shop. Oh, and a side note: Xander did try to get his parents to leave. They just wouldn't listen. But then, they didn't know what was gonna actually go down in the Hellmouth.

Chapter 5: Oops?

The bell chimed softly in the tiny shop. Mr. Ollivander, the proprietor of the shop raised his head. The four people crowded around the desk. Three were making rather rude comments about his shop.

"Whoa, check out the retro-fitting. They really went all out on this place." The man said.

"Xander, it's called out and out letting the place go to pot. It's so not retro-fitted. It's non-fitted. Like they haven't done any cleaning since they opened the door." The short haired brunette retorted.

"Gotta say, I agree with princess here. Damn, never thought those words would leave my mouth." The long haired brunette was checking the place out.

"Hey!"

"You're normally wrong, Cordy." She r But this? This is just plain ugly. They let it all just rot away to nothin' but boxes an dust. Damn, this place is tore up!" She gazed around the room, muttering, "Damn!"

"Well, actually, this is the cleanest I've ever seen it."

The other three turned to stare at the orange haired girl. She was gazing up at the old glass skylight, squinting her eyes as she focused on something they couldn't see.

"What? It is! And that's new." She pointed upward toward the window. She gave them a grin and continued on. "Merlin, it wasn't up when Mum brought me in to get my wand. Gawd, I was eleven back then. . . can't be more than - oh. It was nearly twelve years ago."

They all continued to stare at her. Until an old sounding, soft voice knocked them out of their little glare fest they had going on.

"Ah, Ms. Tonks. Thank you for noticing our little touch ups. It was necessary to install that. Especially so, seeing as you blew a hole in the roof upon your last visit here. I was expecting you to be here earlier. Professor Dumbledore - "But the wiry little gray-haired man stopped his speech as his eyes landed on the boy they called Xander. "Oh my. You should have been to see me ages ago, Mr. Harris." He said pointedly to him.

"Sorry, I'm still on African time zone. Had I known I had a date with a creepy little guy in England, I would have - well, I'd have run and hidden."

"A sense of humor. . . yes, quite. . . fascinating." He reached for the measuring tape, holding it up to Xander. "For your measurements."

"36 24 36."

Faith and Cordelia bust out laughing, nearly falling over themselves. Xander, being ever the laugh seeker outer that he was, tucked in his stomach and stuck out his butt and chest and sashayed. Faith smacked him hard on the back. Mr. Ollivander just watched them, his face void of all emotion.

"Sorry, Mr. Ollivander. They don't get out much. He needs to take your wand measurements, and Xander, wipe that grin from your mouth. Not that wand." Tonks rolled her eyes at her - well, cousin.

"Don't worry, Xan. I'm sure this one'll be longer and -" Faith started, a malicious gleam in her eyes, but was cut off by Tonks hand, which was now nicely covering her mouth.

"Please, let's not send the nice wand man into an episode." Tonks said sweetly to the slayer. But her comments only sent Xander into a dizzying fit of giggles. "Yes, I forgot, you all have the emotional berth of a teaspoon. Seriously, people. Can we get our minds out of the gutter, here."

"C'mon, Tonks. It's more fun if you join in. We can all be perverts together." Xander said, leaning on her shoulder.

"Yes, well, maybe later. Right now, you should just let Mr. Ollivander measure you for your wand. Please!" She turned to him and apologized sincerely.

Xander grinned at the women as he stepped forward to be measured. Mr. Ollivander worked quickly. He smiled goofily as he called back to them.

"Oh, so is this like the tape measurer in Mary Poppins? Will it say that I'm prone to inappropriate and untimely humor?"
"No, it's gonna say that you're a one-eyed moron who doesn't learn to shut up. Ever." Cordy rolled her eyes as Mr. Ollivander turned back to stand behind his counter.

"I think perhaps, eleven and a half inch maple with a unicorn hair for the core." He scampered up a ladder and shifted through the stack of boxes. "Here, give it a go."

Xander took the wand and gave it a grand wave. A fizzle of fire shot out of the tip toward the girls. Tonks was able to drag them back before the flames caught the hem of their shirts.

"Dammit, Xan. You could have killed us!" Faith yelled angrily.

"No, no. That's not right. Hmm, try this one." Ollivander whipped the wand out of Xander's hand and handed him another. A twinkling blue and yellow light burst from the tip. Faith gazed up at it worriedly, but Tonks only sighed in relief.

"Ah, a fine choice, fine choice. Twelve and a half inches Red Cedar and Oak combination. Core of Phoenix feather. That will be seven Galleons."

"I'm paying for the lot, Mr. Ollivander." Tonks nodded to him.

"Yes, of course." He placed the carrying case on the counter. "Miss Chase?"

"Yeah, I'm coming."

He quickly measured her and raced back to find a box. Mr. Ollivander called out the wand type as he brought one forward.

"Holly and dragon heartstring. 9 and a half inches." She'd barely laid a fingertip on it, when the older man jumped back. "No, definitely not! You really ought to warn one of your condition. Deadly combination."

"Sorry?"

"Here, try this. Maple and Mahogany. Thirteen inches. Bog Myrtle as the core. Give it a go."

A green glow filled the room. Cordelia shivered as the power seemed to course through her. This almost felt like when she became a higher being. Only, not so much with the boredom. It felt as safe as being in Angel's arms, knowing nothing bad would happen. It felt as good as meeting Harry had.

"Wow."

"Hey, yours is bigger than mine!"

"That's not the best thing to say right now, Xander."

"Six Galleons, Miss Chase."

He turned to face Faith. She was going to be a difficult one to place. He knew that she was a slayer. Albus had warned him that there might not be a wand for this girl. But something nudged at him. It was much like how he knew that Miss Chase would favor the Mahogany and Maple.

"Now Miss -"

"It's Faith. No Miss shit."

"She likes to think she's got that Madonna thing going on." Xander joked.

"Faith, here. I believe I've got the one." He smiled softly at her.

*An Hour Later*

Tonks sighed heavily. She glanced at Xander's watch and then shifted her gaze up to where Faith was straddling the counter.

"Damn, can't I just get any wand?" She yelled back to Mr. Ollivander.

"She's been through twenty-five wands." Tonks eyes widened as she stared at the pile of rejected wands.

"Really?" Xander asked absently, leaning back in his seat.

"That's gotta be a record."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"Miss Faith. If this one doesn't work, no wand will. I almost hesitate in having you try this one. It's an unfinished eleven and a half inches. Mahogany. Core of unicorn hair." He sighed as he leaned, exhausted, against the counter.

The wand wasn't much more than a jagged bit of wood that looked a little thinner than a stake, but thicker than the wands she'd tried before. It was thicker in the handle, with just barely etched designs instead of a fancy handle. Faith lazily flicked it back and forth once.

It set off black and red little fireworks. Cordy, Xander, and Tonks all stared in disbelief.

"Wicked."

"She would get the wand that looks like a stake." Cordy muttered to the other two.

"Awesome, I can use it as a stake, if this mojo shit don't pan out." Faith got a wicked grin on her face.

"You will not be using an Ollivander hand-crafted wand to slay vampires Miss Faith Helena Faygan."

"You wormy little bastard!" Faith narrowed her eyes, as she pushed off of the counter. "You can't tell me what to do!"

"Her last name's Faygan?" Xander whispered back to Cordy.

"Ten bucks says they use to call her FayFay."

"Probably where she got the five by five bullshit."

"Don't act as if I can't hear you, Princess and Pirate-boy." Faith snapped her gaze to the three of them sitting on the chairs by the door, Cordy and Xander both leaning back so they could whisper behind Tonks' back.

"You two owe me three Sickles." Tonks said smugly, grinning at Faith. "You said she'd be too pissed to notice."

"Damn." They reached into their pockets and dropped six silver coins into Tonks' outstretched palm.

"You cannot use one of my wands in that fashion! Using a fine hand-crafted wand to stick in the chests of foul vampires, is like using a Galleon to wipe your arse." Ollivander's face was a bit red as he continued to rant on about his precious wand.

"Yo, O. It's an unfinished wand. It hasn't had time to be handcrafted! So, it'd be like me wiping my ass with a penny."

"Are you implying that my wand, one of MY wands, is as useless as MUGGLE money?" He was outraged.

Tonks jumped to her feet, quickly stepping between Faith and Ollivander. She smiled at him as she handed him the 20 Galleons they owed. She thanked him for the generous amount of time he'd spent on their purchases, bid him a good day and swept Faith out the door, following Xander and Cordy.

It took Ollivander roughly three minutes to realize what the girl had done. He straightened his shoulders, looked around his shop and tried to make himself presentable. That lasted all of two seconds.

"Bugger it." He flipped the open sign to closed, let his shoulders droop and reached under the counter for the bottle of 25 year old Firewhiskey. He down the first shot and poured himself another. "Most trying sell of my life. And I beat my old record. Damn insufferable Americans." Ollivander tipped back the whiskey and pour himself a third.

* * * * *

Tonks was staring at them. And she was laughing. They'd gone and purchased some robes for the three of them. Faith, as previously hinted to in the wand shop, was a hard one to place. This, of course, didn't show itself, until the robe shop. Where she proceeded to hassle the poor saleswoman until she had on a stylish black leather and black denim atrocity of a robe.

"You couldn't aim for something that wouldn't make you stand out anymore. As if that top and those jeans don't go and put the wrong ideas into the heads of decent and slimy wizards as it is."

"Please. I'm flaunting what I got. I'm game for a bounce and a wiggle." Faith winked at another male customer.

"Really, well reign it in. That boy's no more than sixteen." Tonks rolled her eyes.

"I'm getting this robe."

"Fine."

Another hour spent waiting on Faith. This had to be some kind of record. The slayer would go down in history as one of the most annoyingly complicated shopper ever to walk the cobbles that made up Diagon Alley.

They were making their way back to the Leaky Cauldron when someone decided to try out Faith's theory. Without her permission. Three wizards found themselves kissing the pavement.

All in all, it was a relatively quiet evening.

When they finally made it to their destination, all four were ready to kick back and enjoy a nice butterbeer. They were doing just that, laughing and making more jokes, when Tonks felt a large, clammy hand clamp onto her shoulder. The entire table had gone silent, but her three not-so-muggle companions looked ready to pounce. She gazed up behind her as she shook off the hand. She rose to her feet to face the man standing behind her.

"Hello, Nymphandora." The dark haired man grinned at her, with perfectly straight teeth. Well, they wouldn't be straight for much longer. She threw her weight into the punch that landed squarely on his mouth.

"Wotcher Flint." She said sweetly to the man, now laying painfully on the floor.

She quickly sat back down, took a deep gulp of her butterbeer. Which she ended up regretting, because half of it went down the wrong way. Faith just shrugged her shoulders and took a sip. Marcus Flint groaned from the floor. Tonks sighed as she leaned forward on her elbows.

"You three are a bad influence on me." She sighed heavily.

"You were born a bad influence, Tonks." A pained voice said from the floor, sounding nothing like the arrogant prat who'd called her by her despised first name.

"What would you know? You're three years younger and loads thicker than I am, Flint."

"What's that Muggle saying about not punching the messenger?" He said, pulling himself up, using their table. He pushed an envelope to her, discreetly. But the other three caught the exchange.

"It's don't shoot the messenger, man. And technically, she didn't." Xander answered, gulping down the last of his drink.

"She just gave you a hell of a right hook." Faith laughed, leaning back so she could check this wizard boy out.

"Damn. We've been summoned." Tonks said, breaking into the rest of the groups thoughts.

"Where to, Tonks?" Flint whispered in her ear.

"You? The hell out of my ear 'afore I hit you again. Us? Nona." She mimicked something Faith had said earlier,

"Nona?" Flint pulled back.

"None of your damn business." She replied sweetly, leading the group out the door and into the street.

A/N 2: Dear lord, it's been a long time, and god, Am I loving writing for the four of them! Apologies in advance if I screwed up her age. Just wanted to make Tonks the same age as the rest of the group. And as for Marcus Flint. . . well, I blame AureliaFlint's The Last Man On Earth (aff.net), Dreamcatchergrl's Sparks (Fiction Alley), and Echo's Chase Malfoy of Diagon Alley London and Chasing Amy, and the newest image at Cauldron Chronicles. They've all made me go and fall for Marcus Flint. *sigh*

So, they've been summoned, why? And where? And please pretty please drop me some feedback, because this chapter had me up till five, and it went in a totally opposite direction than were it was headed. And sleep now, but reviews are loverly gifts to encourage more. (Oh, and the wands? I went to Alivan's and tested to find the perfect wand for me (they sell wands for real, btw, so don't buy any or try this at home.) and of course put on my Faith, Cordy, and Xander hats and so the wands they end up with are the results I got.)