Izzy's heart was racing, what was going on? Izzy waited for what felt like an hour. She took a look at the clock and as the clock ticked five minutes, Mr. Ollivander appeared from the back.
"I have been waiting for you, although I wait for everyone. But the wand chooses the wizard, and I know there was a reason for me to want to make these wands."
He pulled one of the boxes open, dust puffing up from the now open container, and held it out for her to pick up the wand.
She easily gripped the handle, holding it steady in her hand. It had a buzz to it that hummed uncomfortably against the her palm. The wand seemed to start to glow and grow hot and just before it seemed ready to burst Mr. Ollivander ripped it out of her hand and stowed it safely back into its box where it sat as if it had not just tried to explode in an 11 year-old's hand.
"Hmmm," Mr. Ollivander hummed. He had brought five boxes with him, all seemingly much older than the ones on the shelves directly behind him. "I figured I no longer had the need to continue making them because I had made the perfect one."
Next Mr. Ollivander picked up the next box which seemed to have been opened more recently than the others. Out of that box can a light coloured wood with a swirled handle, much more ornate than the previous wand.
Tentatively Izzy's hand reached for it, but it was barely in her hand before the wand was snatched back and put into its box. As was the case for the next two wands.
"Peculiar, Ms. Wilson. Quite peculiar."
The last box was opened, and Mr. Ollivander struggled to get it open. The sheer amount of dust that rose into the air was proof that it had been sitting undisturbed for the decades since he had made it. When Izzy laid eyes on it she couldn't take them off. The wood of the main part was stained dark, with the light part creating a design unlike she had seen on the others. It had been crafted with a delicate hand, and in some senses was much more haphazard than the others. But when Izzy picked it up, it warmed comfortably in her hand, and seemed to hum with the pulse of her heart. On instinct she sent a little flick with it, and from the tip sprout a silvery mist that showered over Mr. Ollivanders counter.
Mr. Ollivander smiled wide, "I really never thought that wand would choose someone, but alas, the dragon and the unicorn could agree on something."
Izzy finally looked up from the wand to look at Mr. Ollivander, "Excuse me, sir, but what do you mean by that?"
Mr. Ollivander sighed, glancing out the window before answering, "These wands, they are a collection of some experimental wands that one day I decided to make. Usually a wand is made of one wood and one core, its flexibility and length dependent on how I feel the materials will react together. But these," at this he gestured down at the wand in Izzy's hand, "These I made with two cores. Or rather, with a core and a half."
Mr. Ollivander handed the empty box to Izzy, collecting the others and waved his own wand at them to go be put back into the correct space.
"It was a dangerous time. Wand makers were disappearing. People wanted more powerful wands to protect themselves. In the midst of trying to make a wand, I broke the core of the wand I was trying to make. Of course, I had to throw the wood away, it was only made for that one core. But the core, at that time unicorn hair was hard to come by. I couldn't just throw away the hair. Though there is no way to make a functional wand with only half a core. Then the thought struck me, what if I were to combine the core with that of another? Oh my first few attempts destroyed themselves right away. But I took this half of the hair, and combined it with a dragon heartstring. My intention was to cut the heartstring down to make it equal parts unicorn and dragon, as I had been doing with the others. But it joined as soon as I had started the incantation to join them, and to cut one down would put too much raw energy into the wand, so I left it the way it was. Encased it in a maple wood, 10 ¾" and supple flexibility."
Mr. Ollivander was about to turn and walk back out, flicking his wand at the door where it unlocked with a soft click. "Mr. Ollivander?"
He turned slightly with a pause, "What did you do with the other half? Of the hair I mean."
Mr. Ollivander merely smiled and walked into the back of the shop.
Outside of the bookstore before Izzy left, she saw a giant man, with a very young boy with messy black hair and glasses standing beside him, carrying a wand that made hers hum in the pocket she had stuffed it in.