Hey people, another chapter for a Canadian in London. Just to let you people know my keyboard the character map is completely um screwed theres different symbols then there should be so any mistakes that look weird blame it on the keyboard K?
Disclaimer don't own Harry Potter or anything recognized in the media aright on with the story.
Oh some of the paragraphs are copied from the book, philosophers stone. Just descriptions.
AN Thank you to my first reviewer Amethyst dancer, yes there will be more about me in this chapter. As if I could resist :P
Ollivanders was an old shop, cluttered with wands and their boxes. The door as I opened it caused a bell to ring above my head, and dust to swirl around in the air in a golden display of color. I resisted the urge to sneeze as Ollivander the man himself walked in from the back.
"Ah, yes Miss Neverwinter, I am Mr. Ollivander, and I have been expecting you." My skin crawled, how in the hell did he do that, how did he know everyones name that came in here, and not make the line sound like a class B horror movie? These thoughts ran amok in my head as I put on a polite smile and tucked my hands into my pockets. Thought to self- go to get robes, as muggle clothing attracts attention..
"Hello, I was told that you could help me find a wand."
"Hmm, oh yes, let me see." He pulled out a measuring tape. "Which is your wand arm then?"
Wand arm? Oh yes I remember now, the arm you write with, well I could write with both. I sighed.
"I can use both hands to write with so I don't know for sure. Um?" I questioned, being ambidextrous can be a right pain at times.
"Both you say, well let me tell you a little secret, the left arm channels dark magic more easily than the other, while the right has its own uses. You have a very important choice to make young lady."
"Well, lets get a right handed wand." I stuck out my right arm and the tape measure continued to measure my arm, then my around my ankle, between my nostrils, no longer being held by Ollivander, so it was obviously magical. "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Ms. Neverwinter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are quite the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."
Mr. Ollivander then flitted off between the shelves as the tape measure dropped to the floor in a heap. He grabbed a box from a stack here and there.
I took the opportunity to gaze around, there were rows of wands in their boxes, neatly stacked. A single desk, with a high backed chair rested in the corner of the room. A wooded coat rack hung on the wall to my left. My eyes wandered over to the man humming quietly to himself, he was old, the gray hair on his head matched his eyes, as they quietly shone through half-moon glasses. He looked like he belonged in a nursing home not alone in a shop with no one around.
"Ah here we go, give it a wave. Beechwood and dragon heart-string, nine inches. Nice and flexible." He thrust a wand at me, I held it for a second before giving it a wave in my right hand. The coat rack next to me exploded, and I ducked as splinters went flying. The old man snatched it away from me muttering. "Never gonna get rid of that one. Really unstable it is, never should have crafted it."
He grabbed another one ebony with unicorn hair seven inches and paused and looked at me, this wand seemed to glitter as it was thrust into my hand. I lifted it, paused and after a moment of thought switched hands, and Ollivander harrumphed as the wand shot out light purple sparks as it was waved. His eyes were calculating as he gently took the wand an placed it in the shiny box that had held it.
"Normally I am reluctant to allow two of my wands to leave my shop at once, but the wand that has chosen you, is improper for a student to possess, much less learn with. Never the less it is truly yours, but you also need one for everyday occasions and not just Dark Arts." He started into the back of the shop again as I blanched at the words Dark Arts. Dark Arts as in Voldemort, and Malfoys and Azkaban? Well shit. I sighed and ran my hand through my short dark auburn brown hair. My eyes had closed and I breathed deep before exhaling. I opened them again to see Ollivander in front of me and jumped slightly. He looked at me and nodded as if to say yes, young one a different path lay before you. Or some other creepy shit I knew that would one day end up with me in a hospital bed.
"Rowan with phoenix feather, nine inches. Very practical, transfiguring wand." He handed it to me and in my right hand this time gave it a wave. Silvery orange sparks shot out of it as a silent wind spun around me. He nodded, took the wands and put them in a dark bag. "Ah yes very good, well that will be fifteen galleons, two sickles please." I unzipped my pouch in my jeans that held my money and counted out the amount. Nodded and left. I swear his eyes lingered on the back of my head till I left the shop.
Harry was right, he is creepy.
This morning when I had been about to cast the protection spell it had been around eleven, considering the amount of magical energy the travel between dimensions took, it was no wonder that my stomach had decided to make itself heard. I blushed as my stomach growled and I started off through the crowds to the leaky cauldron where I could buy dinner, a room for the night and take a nap, before going to the clothing shop and book store.
I still had over fifty galleons left when I had left the wand shop. I figured that the money in my pouch would be enough for a little while but I would still need to go back to gringotts as the day ended.
The Leaky Cauldron, I decided was exactly how it was described in the book and movies. It seemed that Tom, while in the movies was young, he was now an older man. Which I was hoping meant that Voldemort was dead and that if I did get invited into Hogwarts I would not have to put up with the knowledge of knowing the future. I am sure that if confronted by Lockhart I would most likely hex the stuffing out of him. And Qurriel well lets not get started on him.
The food in the leaky cauldron was OK, butter-beer was better than I expected though and the cost of it all didn't put a damper on my spirits. Only two galleons, three sickles for a room for a night and dinner and breakfast. I thanked Tom for the meal and as I was about to walk up to my room on the second floor I noticed a paper holder. a lot like muggles, you would put three knuts in it and it would dispense a paper actually the daily prophet, as well as one for the quibbler.. I grabbed a daily prophet and walked up to my room.
The room was decidedly plain, like every other muggle hotel room that I had visited. There was a small bathroom, living room which contained a table and chairs, and bed with a nightstand.. Though there was no T.V. damn I thought to myself, I 'm gonna miss my favorite shows, CSI, Xena , and Creep-school. I sat down at the small table and spread out the news paper, looking for clues as to when it was. Specifically anything by Rita Skeeter about Harry Potter. Knowing that anything she wrote would tell me the time line.
"HARRY POTTER'S BIRTHDAY, THE BOY WHO KILLED YOU-KNOW-WHO TURNS TWENTY ONE! IN THREE DAYS" The boy who lived to kill you-know-who turns twenty one on July 31, 2003. This reporter... Continued to page 4.
Well it seems that it was July Th. Well that answered my question of when it was. Now what to do. I stood up and looked around. The mirror hanging on the wall reflected back my expression of puzzlement. I walked up to the mirror, looking back was a girl of twelve, though puberty had started when I was eleven, I had experienced a growth spurt and was now taller than most of the girls in my class back at home. Short dark, auburn hair, steel gray blue eyes that would darken when angry, I had a square nose, a determined chin and a lithe figure. The growth spurt had taken all of the baby fat and I was nicely muscled and tanned from spending a lot of time out of doors.
I was dressed in black jeans with zippered pockets, a long sleeved black shirt with a black hoodie tied around my waist. My feet were covered by combat boots, a little on the large side and my arms were decorated with silver bracelets. I was a wanna be goth, I knew it but I still tried to make it happen. I was a lone wolf since kindergarten. I was mature for my age, and it showed. My brother had made me a tom boy, as I had looked up to him and copied him at everything.
He was fifteen and at the rebellious stage. A true goth white faced because he never went outside when the sun was up, his eyes lined with black, he would sneak out every night to go to goth and vampire parties with his friends before coming home wasted or stoned or both. He was doing well at school, but his attendance records brought his marks down. My parents were clueless they didn't spend enough time at home, both to busy bringing in the big money and my brother rebelled to get their attention. I was following in his foot steps.
I sighed at the introspection as I untied my hoodie from my waist, tossed it into a chair, and collapsed onto to the bed for a long deserved rest.
GAH Was that a long chapter!
Keltic Rave.
Disclaimer don't own Harry Potter or anything recognized in the media aright on with the story.
Oh some of the paragraphs are copied from the book, philosophers stone. Just descriptions.
AN Thank you to my first reviewer Amethyst dancer, yes there will be more about me in this chapter. As if I could resist :P
Ollivanders was an old shop, cluttered with wands and their boxes. The door as I opened it caused a bell to ring above my head, and dust to swirl around in the air in a golden display of color. I resisted the urge to sneeze as Ollivander the man himself walked in from the back.
"Ah, yes Miss Neverwinter, I am Mr. Ollivander, and I have been expecting you." My skin crawled, how in the hell did he do that, how did he know everyones name that came in here, and not make the line sound like a class B horror movie? These thoughts ran amok in my head as I put on a polite smile and tucked my hands into my pockets. Thought to self- go to get robes, as muggle clothing attracts attention..
"Hello, I was told that you could help me find a wand."
"Hmm, oh yes, let me see." He pulled out a measuring tape. "Which is your wand arm then?"
Wand arm? Oh yes I remember now, the arm you write with, well I could write with both. I sighed.
"I can use both hands to write with so I don't know for sure. Um?" I questioned, being ambidextrous can be a right pain at times.
"Both you say, well let me tell you a little secret, the left arm channels dark magic more easily than the other, while the right has its own uses. You have a very important choice to make young lady."
"Well, lets get a right handed wand." I stuck out my right arm and the tape measure continued to measure my arm, then my around my ankle, between my nostrils, no longer being held by Ollivander, so it was obviously magical. "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Ms. Neverwinter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are quite the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."
Mr. Ollivander then flitted off between the shelves as the tape measure dropped to the floor in a heap. He grabbed a box from a stack here and there.
I took the opportunity to gaze around, there were rows of wands in their boxes, neatly stacked. A single desk, with a high backed chair rested in the corner of the room. A wooded coat rack hung on the wall to my left. My eyes wandered over to the man humming quietly to himself, he was old, the gray hair on his head matched his eyes, as they quietly shone through half-moon glasses. He looked like he belonged in a nursing home not alone in a shop with no one around.
"Ah here we go, give it a wave. Beechwood and dragon heart-string, nine inches. Nice and flexible." He thrust a wand at me, I held it for a second before giving it a wave in my right hand. The coat rack next to me exploded, and I ducked as splinters went flying. The old man snatched it away from me muttering. "Never gonna get rid of that one. Really unstable it is, never should have crafted it."
He grabbed another one ebony with unicorn hair seven inches and paused and looked at me, this wand seemed to glitter as it was thrust into my hand. I lifted it, paused and after a moment of thought switched hands, and Ollivander harrumphed as the wand shot out light purple sparks as it was waved. His eyes were calculating as he gently took the wand an placed it in the shiny box that had held it.
"Normally I am reluctant to allow two of my wands to leave my shop at once, but the wand that has chosen you, is improper for a student to possess, much less learn with. Never the less it is truly yours, but you also need one for everyday occasions and not just Dark Arts." He started into the back of the shop again as I blanched at the words Dark Arts. Dark Arts as in Voldemort, and Malfoys and Azkaban? Well shit. I sighed and ran my hand through my short dark auburn brown hair. My eyes had closed and I breathed deep before exhaling. I opened them again to see Ollivander in front of me and jumped slightly. He looked at me and nodded as if to say yes, young one a different path lay before you. Or some other creepy shit I knew that would one day end up with me in a hospital bed.
"Rowan with phoenix feather, nine inches. Very practical, transfiguring wand." He handed it to me and in my right hand this time gave it a wave. Silvery orange sparks shot out of it as a silent wind spun around me. He nodded, took the wands and put them in a dark bag. "Ah yes very good, well that will be fifteen galleons, two sickles please." I unzipped my pouch in my jeans that held my money and counted out the amount. Nodded and left. I swear his eyes lingered on the back of my head till I left the shop.
Harry was right, he is creepy.
This morning when I had been about to cast the protection spell it had been around eleven, considering the amount of magical energy the travel between dimensions took, it was no wonder that my stomach had decided to make itself heard. I blushed as my stomach growled and I started off through the crowds to the leaky cauldron where I could buy dinner, a room for the night and take a nap, before going to the clothing shop and book store.
I still had over fifty galleons left when I had left the wand shop. I figured that the money in my pouch would be enough for a little while but I would still need to go back to gringotts as the day ended.
The Leaky Cauldron, I decided was exactly how it was described in the book and movies. It seemed that Tom, while in the movies was young, he was now an older man. Which I was hoping meant that Voldemort was dead and that if I did get invited into Hogwarts I would not have to put up with the knowledge of knowing the future. I am sure that if confronted by Lockhart I would most likely hex the stuffing out of him. And Qurriel well lets not get started on him.
The food in the leaky cauldron was OK, butter-beer was better than I expected though and the cost of it all didn't put a damper on my spirits. Only two galleons, three sickles for a room for a night and dinner and breakfast. I thanked Tom for the meal and as I was about to walk up to my room on the second floor I noticed a paper holder. a lot like muggles, you would put three knuts in it and it would dispense a paper actually the daily prophet, as well as one for the quibbler.. I grabbed a daily prophet and walked up to my room.
The room was decidedly plain, like every other muggle hotel room that I had visited. There was a small bathroom, living room which contained a table and chairs, and bed with a nightstand.. Though there was no T.V. damn I thought to myself, I 'm gonna miss my favorite shows, CSI, Xena , and Creep-school. I sat down at the small table and spread out the news paper, looking for clues as to when it was. Specifically anything by Rita Skeeter about Harry Potter. Knowing that anything she wrote would tell me the time line.
"HARRY POTTER'S BIRTHDAY, THE BOY WHO KILLED YOU-KNOW-WHO TURNS TWENTY ONE! IN THREE DAYS" The boy who lived to kill you-know-who turns twenty one on July 31, 2003. This reporter... Continued to page 4.
Well it seems that it was July Th. Well that answered my question of when it was. Now what to do. I stood up and looked around. The mirror hanging on the wall reflected back my expression of puzzlement. I walked up to the mirror, looking back was a girl of twelve, though puberty had started when I was eleven, I had experienced a growth spurt and was now taller than most of the girls in my class back at home. Short dark, auburn hair, steel gray blue eyes that would darken when angry, I had a square nose, a determined chin and a lithe figure. The growth spurt had taken all of the baby fat and I was nicely muscled and tanned from spending a lot of time out of doors.
I was dressed in black jeans with zippered pockets, a long sleeved black shirt with a black hoodie tied around my waist. My feet were covered by combat boots, a little on the large side and my arms were decorated with silver bracelets. I was a wanna be goth, I knew it but I still tried to make it happen. I was a lone wolf since kindergarten. I was mature for my age, and it showed. My brother had made me a tom boy, as I had looked up to him and copied him at everything.
He was fifteen and at the rebellious stage. A true goth white faced because he never went outside when the sun was up, his eyes lined with black, he would sneak out every night to go to goth and vampire parties with his friends before coming home wasted or stoned or both. He was doing well at school, but his attendance records brought his marks down. My parents were clueless they didn't spend enough time at home, both to busy bringing in the big money and my brother rebelled to get their attention. I was following in his foot steps.
I sighed at the introspection as I untied my hoodie from my waist, tossed it into a chair, and collapsed onto to the bed for a long deserved rest.
GAH Was that a long chapter!
Keltic Rave.
