Ollivander's Memoirs
Molly Prewett
Judging by the horrid covering of clouds in the morning, Mr. Ollivander would have never thought the sky would have been as blue and clear as it was that afternoon. The streets of Diagon Alley went from holding two or three groups of early rising wizards to being filled with a jumble of wizarding folk all enjoying the splendid August weather. Mr. Ollivander had a few customers early in the morning, mostly elderly wizards for wand repair. It had been a while since he had a customer wanting a new wand. He did sell a lot of new wands to young witches and wizards earlier in the week and he supposed as the summer holiday dwindled so would his number of young customers, but he hoped he would still get a few last minute customers. To occupy himself, he straightened as best he could the stacks of wands that filed the shop. At one point in time they were all organized by wood, core, and length, but that system faded out years ago. Now, each wand just had its own place. He knew each place and as long as he knew, it didn't matter.
Mr. Ollivander was just about to retire to the back of the shop to work on repairing a few wands, when the front door of the shop burst opened. Inside walked a tall, broad boy with dark auburn hair. He held open the door for another boy, similar in appearance except a few inches shorter in height and brighter red hair which was pulled into a pony tail. He rushed in carrying a small girl on his back. Mr. Ollivander instantly recognized the boys as Gideon and Fabien Prewett and the young witch as their sister, Molly. Mr. Ollivander had sold Gideon his wand six years ago and Fabien his five years ago.
"Fabien, put me down!" the Molly laughed as the Fabien placed her down on the floor.
"Now, how was that?" he smiled. "Better than a broom?"
"Gideon, Fabien, it's good to see you again," Mr. Ollivander greeted them. "And Molly," he looked down at Molly who was standing sandwiched between her brothers. She wasn't very tall and had a sweet, round face with long red hair that matched the boy who had carried her inside.
"Good morning, Mr. Ollivander," she responded.
"And you are here to buy your first wand." Molly smiled timidly, her cheeks reddening slightly. She looked up at her brothers.
"Yes," Gideon answered. "Mum and Dad are busy at Flourish and Blotts and sent us over here," he stuck his hand in his robe pocket and jingling the money he had inside.
"They're lucky we didn't run off to Quality Quidditch Supplies," added Fabien, laughing. "Maybe if the wand doesn't cost that much…"
"Yes, why don't we try and get that out of the way first," suggested Mr. Ollivander moving toward the first stack of wands. "And no wand repairs needed today?" he asked.
"No, not today," Gideon laughed.
"But the year's just beginning," Fabien added. Mr. Ollivander had repaired Gideon and Fabien's wands many times as they seemed to always attract trouble or some sort of dueling while at school.
"We've been threatened to be on our best behavior this year," continued Gideon, "Now that Molly's going to be at school."
"Oh please," remarked Molly.
"You don't think we'll try?" Fabien asked her, mocking hurt feelings. "Well I promise you we will try our best….I don't see us being very successful, but we will try."
"Ah, I think, this will do nicely," announced Mr. Ollivander bringing forth a wand. "I've gotten all your wands correct on the first try," he said. "I hope to keep the tradition." He handed the wand over to Molly. Her eyes lit up as her fingers gripped it. "Elm, dragon heartstring, twelve inches." Molly made a swishing motion with the wand. Not knowing the proper spells, it didn't do much, but managed to change the color of one of the wand boxes for a few brief seconds. Molly's smile grew even wider.
"Very good," said Mr. Ollivander.
"You like it, Molly?" asked Fabien.
"I love it!" exclaimed Molly.
"Looks like the tradition remains," said Gideon. "Good show, Mr. Ollivander."
"Thank you," replied Mr. Ollivander excepting the payment from Gideon. "And, what are you planning to do after your last year of school," he asked.
"I thinking about being an auror," said Gideon, proudly.
"Very suited," said Mr. Ollivander. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you. Before you enter training, bring your wand back and I will make sure it is in pristine condition. I've never been through the training, but I heard it can be a bit rough."
"Thank you," said Gideon. "I will definitely take you up on that offer."
"Mind doing the same two years from now?" asked Fabien.
"Going to follow in your brother's footsteps?"
"I don't know if I'd say that."
"He's always following in my footsteps," Gideon roughly rubbed Fabien's head.
"You going to be an auror too, Molly?" asked Fabien. Molly, who didn't care much about anything except her new wand shrugged her shoulders.
"Well, you've still got plenty of time," Mr. Ollivander chuckled. "And I know you'll be careful with that wand."
"I will," promised Molly.
"Well, I suppose we should get going," said Fabien. "Maybe we could stop by Fortescue's and get some ice cream. What do you think, Molly?" Molly nodded her head happily and the three set out the door.
"Good-bye, Mr. Ollivander."
"Good-bye, Mr. Ollivander."
"Good-bye, Mr. Ollivander."
"Good-bye," Mr. Ollivander called after them. "Tell your parents I said hello."
Mr. Ollivander always enjoyed seeing the Prewett family. He knew that Gideon and Fabien, though somewhat reckless, would someday be great wizards. Seeing their sister finally get her own wand, he was sure she would be great as well.