Keith
The headmaster led us into a long room, lined with long tables. On the tables sat wand after wand, no two looked alike. I could almost see the individual power and magic radiating off each and every one. The headmaster talked for a couple minutes, but the gist was that we would go around the room and wave the wands around until we found the one.
Kinda ominous, if you ask me.
But, as soon as he was done, all the kids around me flooded into the room, blocking the view of the tables with their blue and cranberry robes. Ayva glanced at me, before we walked side-by-side over to the tables. The wands were each their own, some had handles carved in, some didn't, some had knobs or crevices, or even in-carved designs. And each one had a label in front of it.
"Red oak, kelpie hair core, twelve and a half inches.." My not-alone-buddy murmured, picking up the wand and waving it idly. Blue sparks and a loud crack came from the wand, sending a whiz of color at the wall. She slowly put it back down. "Okay, nevermind then."
"One of my brothers said he just kind of levitated towards his," I told her, "The other said he just walked around until one didn't.. Destroy things."
"Then let's just walk around," She said, "See if one of them calls to us or something."
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Drystan
I may not have known much about houses, but wands and spells were something I was particularly proficient in. Even though I didn't have a wand prior to this day, I had spent a lot of my time using Blaine's old textbooks to study spells and wand making.
I tried to hover around the longer wands, seeing if one called or reacted to me. (The longer the wand, the more adaptive the wizard). I cycled around almost half the room before anything happened. Well, anything besides sparks and spurts of electricity or fire flying by my head. Towards the back wall, one wand seemed to glow with a deep orange kind of color. I wandered over to it and read the label to myself. "Larch, Rougarou hair core, ten inches.." Rather short, but no matter. I picked it up gently.
It was rather stout, with a small piece that wound around it and split into three pieces at the top end. It was almost as if it split into three heads. It was a light-ish brown, but the small handle at the bottom was about two shades darker. I pointed it at the small label and recited the simplest spell I could remember.
"Wingardium Leviosa."
A small strand of white shot from the wand and picked the paper foldable off of the table, letting it hover about three inches in the air. I smiled and set it down, taking it into my hand instead and going back to the entrance of the room.
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Keith
"How does he know a spell already?" Ayva whispered harshly in my ear as we watched the raven-headed house stop walk nonchalantly back to where the teachers were waiting.
"I don't know," I admitted, "Maybe it was just his wand being cool?"
"But he said something!" She turned back to put down the wand she had picked up. I shrugged, picking up the wand next to me and waving it. It didn't do anything. I went to put it back down, but.. I didn't want to open my hand.
It felt like if I put it down, I would lose.. Something. I read the label in front of where the wand was. Willow, Snallygaster heartstring core, 14 ½ in.
"Found yours?" Ayva asked, snapping me out of my head.
"Yeha, I think so."
"Lucky.." She sighed.