Well, here it is. Chapter 3. this one is just them getting their wands but it is very detailed. I hope you like it.
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Andromida just stood there, glaring at her sisters. Hermionie, if you want to talk, then talk. She's not stopping you. She was fed up with this. Usually it was her and Hermionie who fought, Mem was the mediator.
Right after Romi finished that thought Hermionie started talking. "It is very nice to meet you Luna," she said. "Like my sister said, my name is Hermionie. And what I was 'grumbling,'" at this she shot an evil look at Mem, "was that their names are not 'Mem' or 'Romi.' They are Remembrance and Andromida."
"It is nice to meet you two," said Luna in her usual, misty voice. "But if she," she pointed to Mem, "wants to be called Mem, than I'll call her Mem. Oh look, here comes Ranee!" she said as though she had not just almost chewed Hermionie out.
Sure enough Ranee came out of the bank and handed their parents a bag that looked to be heavy. Romi's eyes sparkled as she thought of all the clothes and make-up that could be bought with it. But her thoughts were interrupted by Ranee anoucing that the first place they should go is Olivander's to get wands.
Reluctantly she followed the woman down the street while listening to Mem talk to Luna about this and that, almost all of it strange. You know, thought Andromida, I can't believe that you believe most of that stupid stuff. It's not true. There is no proof. This was just the thing to say to get on Mem's nerves, and Romi knew it.
Oh really? "thought" Mem. And do you also say that because there is no proof of God that he does not exist either? Just because we can't see, hear, or feel Him that He's not there? She thought all this while still carrying on her conversation with Luna. That was something that Hermionie could do also that Romi could not. Speaking of Hermionie, she walked along as if nothing was going on. Of course she did not think anything was wrong, she did not here the conversation that Mem and Andromida were having. That was a skill that the girls discovered, being able to block out one of them so that they would not here.
God is completely different and you know it! "thought" Romi.
Not really, responded Mem. If you cant believe that one thing exists because there is no proof than how can you believe in another?
Romi instantly regretted getting into this conversation with Mem. Mem was deeply religious, but also believed in the supernatural. It was a strange combination, true, but some how she made it work. You're right Mem, I'm sorry. Hopefully that would get her out of this jam. Sure enough, Mem dropped it.
"Ranee?" asked Mem.
"Yes?"
"Are there churches close by to Hogwarts?"
"There are a few. Why?"
Well I wanted to know because I would want to go to church every Sunday. And on holidays."
"Of course," said Ranee. "What denomination are you? I'm sure we could find a church for you."
"We are Episcopalian," said Mem. Then after a pause where Ranee looked confused, "Oh. Right. It is called the church of England here."
"Oh yes of course. There is a wonderful church, just right for you."
They walked alittle farther till they arrived at Olivander's wand shop. As they were approaching they saw a boy of about 16 immerge from the shop with an old woman with a vulture on her hat. "Thank you gran," the boy said. "I thought you would be mad at me for breaking dad's wand."
"Of course I'm not upset," said the woman. "you were very brave." After this the boy seemed to walk taller as he walked past the girls.
The girls walked into the store and saw a man standing behind the desk putting wands away. "Mr. Olivander?" said Ranee in a tentative voice.
The man turned around. "Ranee!" he said. "Nice to see you again! Willow and unicorn hair, 13 inches, whippy if I remember right." He barely waited for her to nod in assent before he turned on the three girls. "And you three must be the triplets I've heard so much about. I would have left sooner but I wanted to make sure that you three had my wands. Well, come over here one at a time, lets get you your wands." He bustled into the back where he rummaged through wands, accumulating a large stack that he bought to the front.
"Now, if the one with the pretty blue eyes would step forward and we'll find you a wand. Try this one," he said handing her a wand. "Unicorn and holly."
Romi tried it, but to no avail. She tried another, and another, she tried the whole stack, but still nothing happened. Finally Mr. Olivander looked at her and said, "Yes, it might just be the wand for you. Only one I ever made, but it just might be." Then he went to the back of the store.
All three girls exchanged confused looks until Mr. Olivander came out carrying three boxes, one was silver, one was gold, and one appeared to be white gold. Romi looked at the white gold with a hungry look in her eye, but to her disappointment he set that one down along with the gold box.
He opened the silver box, and resting inside was the most beautiful wand she had ever seen. It was a very light colored wood that was carved wit vines winding around the length of it and on the handle there was a carving of beautiful women dancing. Her breath caught in her throat as Mr. Olivander handed it to her.
"This one would work nicely for you," he said.
As soon as the wand touched her hand she felt a warm resonance passing from the wand into her hand. Andromida gave the wand a small wave, and suddenly the room was filled with a silvery light and beautiful music.
"Oh yes, wonderful!" cried Olivander. "I had a feeling that this one would bee for you. Like I said before, it is the only one that I used a Veela hair to make, but it suits you well. As you can see, I put a lot of time in to this wand. I expect you to take special care of it."
Mem watched her sister put the wand into the case and put it away almost reverently. But what really interested her was that there was a light that encompassed both Romi and the wand, it was like they were linked.
She then looked towards her sister and saw that there was a light around her as well as a light around the gold box. The two lights strained towards each other. It seemed that Hermionie was meant for that wand.
To her surprise Mr. Olivander did not seem to see this, istead of picking up the gold box, he went to the stacks of boxes and made another pile for Hermionie to try.
She was half way through the stack of wands when Mem decided to speak up. "Sir," she said timidly. "Maybe Hermionie should try the wand in the gold box."
Mr. Olivander stared at her for a little while, then decided that he knew what he was doing. He continued to have Hermionie try the entire stack of wands, but when none of them worked he peered at Mem with a curious expression.
"Try this one," he told Hermionie handing her the one from the White gold box. Mem could tell that he did not want her to be right. But nothing happened.
"Well I guess we could try this one," he said reluctantly, handing her the wand from the gold box. Mem could see the lights merging and blending together, and smiled in triumph even before her sister had firmly grasped the wand. Hermionie waved the wand and sparks flew from the end looking like a fire work.
Mem could see the carving on the handle of the wand, books and flowers intertwined together. Just right for Hermionie, she thought.
"Well," said Mr. Olivander to Mem. "I would go through the same process of trying many wand with you, but I have a feeling that this wand," he said motioning towards the one in the white gold box, "is meant for you. Let's just get it out of the way and try it first."
Mem took the wand from him and immediately felt energy surging between herself and the wand. Lifting the wand she gave it a flick and out flew a single faerie. She looked at it in aw, she always liked Faeries. She looked down at the wand and saw what was carved onto it, a sword with faeries and other mystical creatures all around it. The rest of the wand just had lines circling up the length of it. She took the box from Mr. Olivander, thanking him profusely. She put the wand away and then got money from her parents to pay for it.
The wands, of course, were more expensive than the rest of his wands, but it was worth it.
"By the way," said Mr. Olivander as they headed towards the door. "you should know what core your wand has. Hermionie, your wand contains a tail feather from the Phoenix that once belonged to Merlin himself. And Re- I mean, Mem, your wand is also the only one of it's kind that I eve made, it contains the skeleton of a faerie who's dieing words to me were to make her into a wand for some one great. She also told me to make these other two wands for great people. She aid that it was of great importance to make these. I hope you three live up to these wands."
With shocked expressions on their faces they left the shop.
Well that's it. I'm sorry if the story is taking so long to develop, and I'm sorry about the short chapters.
Thank you to my reviewers:
MichelLover67: any suggestions from you are welcome.
Yusagi: Lol. Yes, just call me a freak
Mira Hopesbane: I will have more "channeling like effects" later on
And a big humungous super big thank you to Lone Wolf55 for checking over my story. Without her this story would be full of grammatical mistakes.
Storyline suggestions are welcome. I know where it is going, but I'm having trouble with the in between parts.
Well I'm off to a Karate tournament so I'll post when I get home.
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