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Chapter 38
This wasn't necessarily the most reckless thing she had ever done- it was however one of the most intricate thus far.
According to the book on Wandlore all she'd have to do was complete the Rune Circle, place the Hazel wand wood, Silver wire and Phoenix Feather along the diameter of the smallest centre circle, say the Gaelic incantation and allow her magic to flow at a steady pace long enough for the wand to be formed.
Then of course there was the matter of the wand accepting her as its master.
But all in all, it was simple enough.
"...Simple...right..."
Of course this was an archaic way of forming a wand and she was no Ollivander. But she was desperate.
And it was her quickest option.
She didn't have time to re-train herself to use her magic wandless-ly.
...Then again spending the last six hours completing the Rune Circle wasn't exactly her idea of 'quick'.
It was a little after three in the afternoon. Harry slowly flexed her arms as she rubbed the back of her neck.
She was all kinds of sore.
Harry let out a sigh. At least it'd be over soon enough.
Harry placed the Phoenix Feather down first so that it faced West and then the wand wood and silver wire so that it faced eastwards. Then she sat herself at the very centre of the Rune, so positioned that her back was towards the South.
Harry slowed her breathing, steadying her heartbeat and focused on the task at hand. Harry then began to draw on her magic and project it outwards in an attempt to activate the Runes around her.
"Iarraim ar tú –"
Harry faltered abruptly, the edge of her senses tingling as she felt something slip through her Wards.
(And wasn't that in and of itself something troublesome).
It wasn't someone her Magic recognized.
A banging on her garage door soon followed.
Hadrian frowned slightly in annoyance. She could deal with interruptions when all she was working on were cars, but not so much when it came to her Magic.
The banging persisted.
Harry let out a frustrated huff as her Magic retreated to her core. She rose from the ground and stalked to the door.
She through open the small door and stepped out only to come face-to-face with a gangly...boy...?.
Harry inclined her head to the side, staring into dark brown irises. She briefly catalogued the shoulder length mess of raven-black hair, the broad shoulder and russet-coloured skin.
"Are you lost kid?" she asked impatiently.
"Um," the no doubt pre-teen began uncertainly, fiddling with the pack he had slung over his right shoulder, "Are you the owner?"
Harry raised a brow. "And who exactly is asking?"
A hand was hastily extended in greeting.
"I'm Jacob Black, Ma'am."
Word count: 468
A/N: First off I sincerely apologize but I'm gonna have to break my three drabble update tradition. So it's just these two for today. I was actually planing on doing four drabbles today so that we could get up to Drabble 40, but it's not panning out guys.
I'm also pressed for time so I can't really go in depth in the Wandlore/Wand Crafting that's gonna take place (soon enough). I'll do so, hopefully, sometime next week. Hopefully I'll be able to make it up to you guys too.
But look- a twelve year old Jacob Black. So feel free to speculate his current role in all this. But hint- he's not a spy.
I really fell short on describing the Wand-crafting bit I admit- but it looks really amazing in my head.
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