Hello fellow fans, Sorry for not updating sooner, I had a basketball championship, and a bunch of schoolwork to do. I got so busy I didn't have time to type a chapter for you guys. I also was out of town for Easter and we went camping like five times. So, hope you like it, please review! Thank you to all who reviewed, and thank you to all who Favorited and Followed my story.
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Chapter 3 Ollivander's
The days passed like a blur in Diagon Alley, everyone exploring the alley, and revisiting their favorite stores over and over. Annabeth practically bought all the books at Flourish and Blotts. Percy, not surprisingly, became Florean Fortescue Ice Cream Parlour's best customer, he went there three times a day, sometimes four. And the Stolls had discovered Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke shop, and made life harder with all the pranks they pulled. Clarisse, Thalia, Reyna, and Hylla, and their groups didn't go shopping, they did all they could to learn about Voldemort which meant they were found in Knockturn Alley quite often. Piper and Jason could be seen at Quality Quidditch Supplies, Broomstx, and 2nd Hand Brooms, researching Quidditch and figuring out how the game was played. Hazel and Frank could be found at Gringotts and occasionally Eeylops Owl Emporium and the Magical Menagerie. Harry would tag along with a group once and awhile but he often spent his free time with Percy at Florean Fortescue Ice Cream Parlour.
Harry
Harry and Percy were studying for something Harry called 'important' and Percy called 'a waste of time.'
"Seriously, Percy," Harry said, "You can have another ice cream cone, as long as you help me with this. I just need to get this done then we can go have lunch."
"Why do you think this is important, anyway?" Percy asked, eating his fourth blueberry ice cream cone.
"My friend Hermione considers it important, and if it doesn't get done . . . well, Hermione knows some nasty hexes," Harry said, rolling his eyes, "I'm with you, Perce, I just want to survive for the next day if you get what I mean."
Percy's eyes clouded, but cleared quickly.
"Yeah, I understand," Percy said, but Harry couldn't help but catch the sadness in Percy's voice.
"Done," Harry said, slamming his book shut.
"Now, let's figure out we're going to eat," Percy said, leaping up.
Harry laughed, "You're all about food, aren't you?"
"As long as it's blue," Percy said.
"What's up with your blue food thing?" Harry asked, as they walked toward the Leaky Cauldron.
"Uh-"
"HARRY! HARRY!" Two voices echoed down the street.
Harry spun around, to see Hermione and Ron running toward him. They were both waving frantically at him.
"Finally," Ron exclaimed, "We went to the Leaky Cauldron, but they said you left. We went to Flourish and Blotts, then Madame Maulkin's, and-"
"I got all my school stuff last week," Harry explained, "And how did you know I was staying at the Leaky Cauldron?"
"Dad," Ron said.
"Er, Harry, do you mind introducing me to you highly energetic friends?" Percy asked, raising his hand up for silence. Ron looked at him, obviously suspicious, but Hermione held out her hand.
"Granger, Hermione Granger," Hermione said, shaking Percy's hand. Ron snorted.
"Percy Jackson," Percy said. Ron burst out laughing. Percy raised his eyebrow as Hermione elbowed him in the ribs.
"Sorry, blimey Hermione, that hurt," Ron said, rubbing his side, "Ron Weasley."
"Did you really blow up your Aunt, Harry?" Hermione demanded, crossing her arms and looking at Harry.
"I didn't mean to," Harry said, as Ron burst out laughing, "I just sort of – lost control."
"It's not funny, Ron," Hermione said, in her know it all voice, "I'm not surprised Harry wasn't expelled."
"So am I," Harry admitted, he looked at Ron, "Does your dad know why I wasn't expelled?"
"Probably because it's you," Ron said, still failing on controlling his laughter, "I'd hate to see what the ministry would do to me, if I blew up my aunt. Mind you they would have to dig me up first, because Mum would have killed me. Anyway, you can ask Dad yourself this evening. We're spending the night here too! So you can come with us to King's Cross to, Hermione is coming."
"King's Cross?" Percy asked, as he popped the rest of his blueberry ice cream cone in his mouth.
"Muggle Train Station," Hermione answered before anyone could else could open their mouth. "That's how we get to Hogwarts. Say, Percy, I haven't seen you around before, where are you from?"
"America, exchange student," Percy said, Annabeth had made him rehearse this line so much he could say it in his sleep, scratch that, in his grave.
Hermione raised her eyebrows, "Which school?"
"I couldn't tell you that, because then it wouldn't be a secret anymore, would it?" Percy said, grinning at his line.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
Ron pointed toward a bag, "What about those monster books, eh, the assistant almost cried when we said we wanted two."
"Yeah, they are a handful," Percy said, "The assistant did cry when we said we wanted twenty-three." Percy laughed, "So Frank offered to get them out for her."
Hermione choked, "You wanted twenty-three monster books?"
"Twenty-three exchange students," Percy replied.
"Twenty-three," Ron gasped, "Blimey, that's a lot!"
"Yeah," Harry said, "I've met them all."
"Say, do you know how to read the monster books?" Hermione asked, "I normally memorize my school books a few weeks before school starts, and I can't figure out how to read the books."
Percy laughed, "We thought the same thing, not about memorizing the books, about reading them, but Frank figured it out for us. You stroke the binding of the book and it's your best friend." Percy pulled out Ron'sMonster Book out of the bag. It snarled and tried to bite Percy, but Percy handled it quickly with ease and good reflects and stroked the binding and the book became limp. Percy handed it back to Ron and Ron stared at him in awe.
"We probably should tell the assistant that," Hermione said.
"Already did." Percy said, waving his hand.
"What are all those books for, Hermione?" Harry asked staring at her three big bulging bags.
"Well, I'm taking new subjects now, aren't I?" Hermione said, excitedly, "Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, the Study of Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies–"
"What are you doing taking Muggle Studies for?" Ron exclaimed, "You are muggle born."
"It would be fun learning from the wizard's point of view," Hermione said, looking at Percy with an interesting look on her face.
"Hey, Annabeth, get over here!" Percy shouted, waving his hand wildly at as his girlfriend that was just coming out of Flourish and Blotts, her arms filled with books.
Annabeth looked over at him and started walking over, Leo and Calypso followed, their arms full of books.
"Why can't you just do an expansion charm on a few bags?" Leo gasped, "Because I'm getting tired of being your human book carrier."
"Don't complain, Leo," Calypso reprimanded.
"Oh I just love carrying your extra books, Annabeth, if fills me with joy," Leo said sarcastically.
"Better, Leo," Calypso nodded.
"Hey, Perce," Annabeth said, handing him her stack of books, "Hello, I'm Annabeth Chase, nice to meet you."
She shook hands with Hermione and nodded to Ron.
"Hermione Granger," Hermione nodded.
"Ron Weasley," Ron added.
"Good, Percy, I'm going to the Leaky Cauldron to read all of these," Annabeth said, grabbing the stack from him, "If you don't mind, I'm rereading Hogwarts: AHistory, and I would like to get it finished before you have your tenth ice cream cone."
"Rereading?" Percy groaned, "Come on, Wise Girl, stay with me a little longer, and I finished my tenth ice cream cone a few hours ago."
"Really? But it's only half past ten," Annabeth said, glancing at the sky.
"And I eat fast, especially if it's blue," Percy said, kissing her on the cheek, "Okay, see you in a few hours, Wise Girl, I'll miss you," Percy pouted, and Annabeth laughed.
"Fine, I'll stay with you, Seaweed Brain, on one exception."
"Anything."
"For one week you have to do your own homework, without my help, notes, or anyone else's help," Annabeth decided.
"Do I get to choose this week?" Percy asked.
"Yes, but it has to be an actual school week, Percy," Annabeth said.
"Jeez, Annabeth, Christmas vacation doesn't count?"
"Of course it doesn't count," Annabeth said, crossing her arms.
"How about Easter vacation?"
"Percy, it has to be a school week."
"Deal."
"Good, what are we doing?" Annabeth asked, turning to the three teens.
"Well, Ron and I have already finished school shopping," Hermione began slowly, thinking things through, "Have your group finished shopping?"
"Well, some of us have to get wands," Annabeth said, "We all either broke or left our wands at home in America . . ."
"Percy has his wand," Harry said.
"I broke that one," Percy said quickly, "Er, while eating ice cream?"
Annabeth shot him a look that said, that was the best you could come up with?
"No problem, we'll just take you to Ollivander's," Hermione said, handing one of her bags to Ron, and grabbing the other two. "How about you get your group of exchange students to follow us and we'll get it all done in one sitting?"
"Oh, that will take a while," Leo said, his hands were fiddling with a few nuts and bolts that were in his tool belt. "We'll have to find twenty-three students, and that all are split up in small groups around Diagon Alley, do you know how big and busy and full of people Diagon Alley is?"
"No, problem," Percy said, "Let's find Frank, and then he'll help us out."
Leo pulled out a megaphone out of his tool belt and Hermione's eyes grew wide.
"But that's a muggle item!" Hermione protested.
"Let's just say I'm into muggle gizmos and gadgets," Leo said, smirking, "ATTENTION ALL EXCHANGE STUDENTS FROM AMERICA! PLEASE COME TO THE ENTRANCE OF FLOREAN FORTESCUE ICE CREAM PARLOR! ALL DA LADIES LUV LEO! THANK YOU!"
"Well, there's a way to do it," Calypso grumbled, "Now we know we've got the whole world's attention."
"I agree with Calypso," Annabeth said, glaring at the Latino boy.
Leo smirked, and put the megaphone back into his tool belt.
Jason and Piper rushed up to the small group.
"What's wrong?" Was Jason's immediate greeting.
"Nothing's wrong," Leo said, "Just doing roll call, and then – what were we going to do?"
"We were going to get our wands and school supplies," Calypso said, crossing her arms.
"Oh," Jason nodded relieved, he slipped his coin back into his pocket, and Piper sighed with relief.
Quickly, the 'exchange students' gathered around.
"Okay, Hermione and Ron this is," Percy took a breath, "You've met Calypso and Leo, and my girlfriend, Annabeth Chase. This is Jason Grace and his sister Thalia Grace, Piper McLean, Juniper, Grover Underwood, Will Solace, Lou Ellen, Katie Gardner, Nico de Angelo, the sleeping figure Nico is carrying is Clovis, yes, he sleeps 24/7, Clarisse La Rue, you will never beat her in wrestling, Chris Rodriguez, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Hylla and Reyna are siblings, Hazel Levesque and Frank Zhang . . . Are we missing anybody?"
"The Stolls," Harry said, "They're not here."
"Of course, they aren't," Annabeth said, "They are at Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop. They are so absorbed in their magical pranks that they probably didn't hear Leo."
"I didn't know that was possible," Frank said, raising an eyebrow, "He pretty much busted everyone in the universe's ears."
"Who are the Stolls?" Ron asked, nervously.
"Travis and Conner Stoll, the extreme pranksters of our school in America," Percy said, "They can be very annoying sometimes."
"Wow, and this is coming from Percy Jackson," Travis said, striding though the group, his younger brother following him.
"Are you calling me annoying, Stoll?" Percy growled.
"Of course not, Prissy," Travis said, laughing.
Percy rolled his eyes, "No one calls me Prissy, Stoll."
"Funny that you say that," Travis said, winking at Clarisse, "I just heard Clarisse calling you Prissy a few days ago."
"That's Clarisse," Percy said. "Let's go to Oliver's."
"Ollivander's," Hermione and Annabeth corrected at the exact same time.
"Ah . . . So the 'exchange students' have finally arrived," A ghostly whisper said, at the back of shop.
The way he said 'exchange students' made Percy think he knew who they truly were.
"Yes, er, Mr. Ollivander," Hermione said, nervously. "They have come for their wands."
"Yes, isn't that why everyone comes?" The owner of the voice appeared from behind a shelf. "Hmmm, the name is Percy Jackson, right?"
"Uh, yeah," Percy said, flashing a nervous glance at Annabeth.
"Ah . . . I thought so," Ollivander pulled off three skinny boxes of the shelf. "Try these out." Ollivander handed Percy the stack.
Percy opened the first box and pulled out the wand.
"What should I do?" Percy said, hesitantly.
"It's not going to kill you boy, wave it," Ollivander said.
Percy, feeling quite ridiculous, waved the wand. Immediately, Annabeth had to dodge a spark of light as a shelf was knocked over.
"Of course, I should have known," Ollivander said, gently taking the wand from Percy and putting it back on the shelves. "Try the red box, boy."
Percy slowly pulled the wand out of the box and waved it. A scent of ocean and few blue sparks seemed to drift from the wand.
"Ah," Ollivander nodded, "Cypress, slightly springy, eleven inches, and most unusual the core is a strip of seaweed, certainly not of my making. Maybe my grandfather or great grandfather made this one."
"Seaweed?" Percy choked, as he examined his wand.
"Yes, most unusual, I know," Ollivander said, "I'm guessing you are very loyal, brave, and courageous." He studied Percy a little bit longer, "I'm also guessing you are the kind of person who would die a hero's death?"
Immediately, everyone stiffened. Hermione, Harry, and Ron all stared at Percy. Thalia broke the silence.
"Come on, Kelp Head," Thalia said, she smiled, but that didn't fool Percy. Her eyes were sparked with worry and a little bit of fear. "He's completely correct."
"Ah, Thalia Grace," Ollivander said, turning to her, "This one is yours." He handed her a black box.
Thalia opened the box, and pulled out the wand.
Immediately, the air seemed stiff and full electricity. A mini lightning bolt flashed out of the tip and hit the ceiling.
"That one is Ash, hard, fourteen inches, dragon heartstring." Ollivander said, "I'm guessing you are very stubborn and slightly a rebel?"
Thalia growled as Percy, Annabeth, Jason, and Grover couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Jason Grace, younger than your sister I see," Ollivander said, his eyes examined Jason, "Try this one out."
Ollivander handed the teen a light blue wand box, and Jason slowly opened up the box.
Jason waved the wand and a gush of wind everyone else in the room creating a few people falling to the ground.
"Yes, Jason Grace, that is made of Cypress, flexible, interesting . . . the core is a hippogriff feather, you must be someone who loves heights. Ah, and you must be slightly a peacemaker?"
Jason flushed, as he slightly waved the wand around. Thalia turned slightly green and Percy laughed,
"Don't be jumping off any cliffs now, Sparky," Percy said, winking at Jason. Jason just groaned and pocketed his wand.
"Piper McLean," Ollivander said, turning toward the daughter of Aphrodite, "I think I know what you would like."
Piper stepped forward and waited as Ollivander rummaged through his stack of boxes.
"Yes, here we are," Ollivander pulled out a dark red box and handed it to Piper.
Piper pulled off lid and picked up the wand, pink hearts flitted out of the tip and Piper snorted in disgust.
"Definitely," Ollivander said, "Apple wood, unicorn hair core, hard, abnormally long at seventeen inches. A wand that chooses an owner that is well loved or understands the meaning of love very well. I believe you are both," Ollivander's eyes switched from Piper to Jason then back again. The two flushed. "Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano, I believe you will enjoy this wand."
Reyna stepped forward and accepted the box Ollivander handed her.
"Rigid, Aspen, you must be a leader, thirteen inches-" Reyna winced, "Ah, and superstitious too, and dragon heartstring. You are bold, you never back down, yet you carry a great secret I am guessing, and as I mentioned before, you are a leader. You lead well."
Reyna took the wand and backed up into the crowd.
"Annabeth Chase," Ollivander said, handing the wise daughter of Athena a dark gray box.
Annabeth stepped forward, her gray eyes analyzed the old wizard in front of her, she took the box gingerly and pulled out the wand. It was a gray kind of wood and Ollivander opened his mouth to speak.
"Beech wood, eleven inches, slightly flexible, and . . . oh, interesting, and owl feather core," Ollivander said, his own gray eyes searched Annabeth's face as if deciding who she was, "You are very proud and wise beyond your years, Annabeth, you also have a slight problem with loyalty, Percy must be rubbing off on you, though I doubt you will never leave your friends in a fight."
Annabeth fingered her wand, an owl was engraved on the handle it was very detailed, sketching every feather and every little line.
"Yes, definitely you are wise beyond your years," Ollivander looked up, "Now, Leo Valdez, I trust you to come forward and not do something that will risk my flammable shop."
Leo marched forward, his brown eyes lit with a small flame (Not a true flame) of eagerness. Almost half of the group groaned at the thought of having to trust Flaming Valdez with a magic wand!
"Dear me, you are a difficult one," Ollivander said, surveying Leo, "You will be trouble."
Leo flashed a grin, "I prefer the Hot One instead of the difficult one, or Supreme Commander, or Mr. McShizzle here to save the day or something."
"Ah, try this one," Ollivander handed a Leo a wand, as if he didn't trust Leo opening up the box that held the wand, "And do keep in mind, not everyone or everything is fire proof."
Leo gave him an odd look, than smirked and gently pulled out the wooden wand.
Immediately, the wand began to smoke and a stream of hot white fire burst from its tip, burning a hole in the shop's ceiling.
"Oops?" Leo shrugged.
"Valdez!" Calypso groaned, and wacked him on the back of the head, "I can't believe you, he even freakin' warned you!"
"My dear, Calypso, it is fixable," Ollivander said, "Now, young man, that is Hornbeam wood, solid, nine inches, and . . . oh my, a phoenix feather core. Now that is a rare wand."
"Wait a second, phoenix feather core?" Harry now spoke up, Percy couldn't help but notice Harry's hand fingering his own wand.
"No, Harry, not the same," Ollivander said, as if he knew what Harry really meant. Harry seemed satisfied, and didn't respond to Ollivander's vague sentence.
"Now, Calypso," Ollivander said, "Were you named after the very Calypso in the Greek myths?"
"The very one," Calypso smiled, her cinnamon colored hair was pulled into a side braid and a small water lily was tucked behind her ear.
"A gardener?" Ollivander said, thinking, he walked to the back of his shop and was gone for the longest of time before he came back with a dusty brown box. "This one will be interesting."
He handed Calypso the box, and she drew out the delicate looking wand. The entire wand was engraved with flowers and Percy, despite his small knowledge of gardening, recognized the flowers as moon lace.
Calypso waved the wand, she actually looked like she was made to do it. A song seemed to play when she waved the wand. It was a pretty melody, a melody only Percy, Leo, and Calypso knew.
"A beautiful tune, my dear," Ollivander said, his grey eyes twinkled, "That is made out of Vine, with a core of Unicorn hair, twelve inches, slightly springy. I believe you are a gardener, heartsick, and have a beautiful voice." His eyes seemed to laugh as he turned to the Stolls. His eyes widened and he sighed.
"You will probably be my hardest customers," Ollivander actually seemed to be trying not to groan, "Fred and George Weasley were my hardest customers, and you may beat them yet."
Ron sighed, "I remember the day they got their wands, they were almost completely alike you had a hard time finding them wands."
"Let me guess, pranksters?" Ollivander asked, eyeing the large bags that had printed on the sides very clearly Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop.
"You guessed-"
"That right," The Stolls grinned cheekily, and Ollivander screwed his already wrinkled up face to think.
"I'm thinking Dogwood," He said finally, "Slightly springy, and the other stiff," Ollivander trailed off thinking. Finally he pulled off two boxes that were almost identical except one was a little bit longer.
He handed the packages to the two identical boys and they promptly swapped, quickly opening up their boxes that gave them the ultimate power of pranking their friends.
"Dogwood, slightly springy, fourteen and a quarter inch, and . . . a bit of pixies hair, curious, curious, how did that happen?" Ollivander stared at Travis then he turned to Conner, "Dogwood, stiff, thirteen and half an inch, and a strip of unicorn's hair. You are definitely pranksters."
"Where's Hylla Ramirez-Arellano?" Ollivander said, searching the sea of faces.
Hylla scowled, but she stepped forward anyway.
"Oh, a warrior," Ollivander said, searching his shelves for who knows what. "Found it, try this one out, Miss Ramirez-Arellano."
Hylla snatched the wand and waved it, causing one of Ollivander's quills on his desk to float toward her. Ollivander grabbed the quill out of the air,
"Perfect, Miss Ramirez-Arellano that is aspen, slightly elastic, fifteen and an eighth of an inch, and dragon heartstring core." Ollivander said, studying the woman, "I'llsay, you are a warrior, that is very determined, and you will never back down from a fight. That wand will be very loyal to you."
Hylla huffed and stepped back.
"Clarisse la Rue, about time I've got to you," Ollivander said smiling, "This one is specially made, it is very old and has been passed down several times, I do believeyou to be the next owner of the wand."
Clarisse grasped the wand he handed her, her amber eyes glowed when she saw the carvings, it was not as detailed as Annabeth's or as pretty as Calypso's. For thecarving were skulls. But Clarisse, being the daughter of war, immediately fell in love with the gory wand.
"That is ebony, dragon heartstring, eleven and a half inches, slightly springy, perfect for transfiguration. I remember when my Grandfather sold this wand," Ollivander trailed off into space, "Everyone who owns this wand has an interesting life my family says, either a hero's death, they take a big part in wars, they strike luck, or fall into the fates woven blanket of sad endings. The last person who owned this wand died falling off a dragon, but somehow that wand always ends up at my that wand, child of war."
The end of sentence wasn't heard, for Clarisse had waved her wand and immediately the sound of gunshots erupted in the small shop. Immediately the demigods, nymph, satyrs, and titan ducked, all except Clarisse who was grinning from ear to ear.
"Yes, I do enjoy this wand," Clarisse said, backing into the crowd.
"About time, I get to you, Hazel Levesque isn't it?" Ollivander smiled, as Hazel nervously smiled up at him.
"Try this one," Ollivander said, handing her a wand, "And Frank, you can try this one." He handed the quiet teens a blood red box and a dark brown box.
Frank and Hazel opened their boxes and drew out the wands.
Frank waved his wand, and red sparks flew from the tip.
"Zhang that is a very unique wand, its core is not only made of unicorn hair, it has a little bit of dragon heartstring in it to." Ollivander's eyes twinkled as theyexplored Frank's wand. "Blackthorn wood, firm, nine inches, and as I mentioned dragon heartstring and a unicorn hair core. Very unique, yes, very unique. I take you are quite
a warrior?"
Frank nodded slowly as he examined his wand. Hazel's coffee colored hand grasped her own wand, and she smiled when she recognized the few jewels thatembedded her wand.
"Ah, yes, Hazel, dear, that wand is quite a wonder in my shop. Pear, eighteen inches, slightly bendy, and a unicorn hair core. The jewels embedded in the wood are-"
"Perfectly cut amethysts, and the one in the middle is a diamond," Hazel interrupted the old wandmaker.
"Correct, I see you are good with jewels?" Hazel nodded shyly and Ollivander smiled, "Now your brother is around here somewhere, Nico di Angelo, please."
Nico huffed, exasperated at the thought of leaving his dark corner, but he managed to get up and head toward the old wizard.
"Ah, good, you are here, you were quite easy," Ollivander said, handing the moody boy a black box lined with silver.
Nico huffed.
Again.
And opened his box. Pulling out the box, it was similar to Clarisse's, small little skulls circled the end of the wand. But the wood was evidently different, more of a reddish brown and it seemed to glow with an eerie blue light.
"Another unique wand," Ollivander said, startling everyone into silence, "This one is a mix of two woods, ebony and maple, creating that bluish glow. You must be quite a traveler to earn this one. It is ebony and maple, seven inches that is abnormally short for a wand, slightly flexible, and dragon heartstring core."
Nico just glared at his wand, not even bothering to wave it. The lights in the room began to dim and then Nico just huffed and returned to his corner, the room becoming bright once again.
"Clovis, wake up," Will said, pushing the sleeping boy off his shoulder.
"Oh dear, even something that would wake the dead wouldn't wake him would it?" Ollivander said, staring sympathetically at Will, who was desperately trying to wake up the son of Hypnos.
Ollivander pulled out his own wand, and did a quick spell over Clovis before anyone could stop him.
Almost immediately, Clovis jerked awake.
"I'm so sorry mom! It was the sparkly pink unicorn named Rainbows!" Clovis shouted as he jumped up startling everyone. "And the fluffy blue bunny rabbit that I watched on TV!"
Ollivander raised his eyebrows as the Stolls dissolved into laughter.
"Well, I see, is he normally napping?" Ollivander questioned the group, who immediately gave him nods, smiles, and thumbs up.
Ollivander handed the almost asleep again boy his wand.
"I'll just let him sleep," Ollivander said, quietly, "Rachel Elizabeth Dare, interesting, interesting, interesting."
Rachel crossed her arms and stared at old wandmaker, a colored marker was tucked behind her ear, her green eyes flashed defiantly, her red hair was being held back by a green headband, her shirt was covered with designs and doodles, in her jean pocket was her plastic blue hairbrush, and her freckles seemed to dance across her face as she waited for her wand.
"Hmmm, silver lime, sixteen and a quarter inches, slightly hard, and a single strand of- dear me what is that?" Ollivander's eyes grew wide as he examined the wand.
"A single hair of the last oracle," Rachel's eyes glowed green when she grasped the wand.
"Excuse me?" Ollivander said, hesitating when he saw the girl in her oracle state.
"Nothing? Did something happen?" Rachel asked, as she grasped her wand and began trailing it through the air. Little designs appeared in front of her wand fading a few seconds after they appeared.
"Nothing happened," Hazel said, snapping her fingers and the mist closed around Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ollivander. Making them forget what happened.
"Ah, where were we? Lou Ellen?" Ollivander said, pulling down a skinny wand. "I think you may like this one."
Lou Ellen grabbed the wand and pointed it the unused desk chair turning it a dark purple.
"An expert in spells I see," Ollivander said, smiling, "Yew, twelve and a half inches, slightly flexible, and a unicorn core. Definitely a good wand."
"Now, Katie Gardner, this one is for you," Ollivander handed the daughter of Demeter a beautiful white wand. Flowery vines circled the wand and the flowers were even painted.
"Vine, sixteen and two eighths of an inch, slightly flexible, and unicorn hair core. That wand will serve you well."
As everyone filed out, only Hermione Granger and Lou Ellen heard Ollivander mutter.
"Oh mi dios! What in the world are the fates doing bringing more half bloods to the wizarding world? Are they trying to start a war that could last almost eternity?"
Later Lou Ellen realized that the language Ollivander had started in had been ancient Greek.
"I'm telling you Harry, those teens are trouble!" Hermione said, for what seemed the tenth time that night.
"And I'm telling you Hermione, they aren't that bad," Harry retorted, trying to ignore Hermione's persistent warnings. "They may be strange, but aren't we all? We live in a life that people consider fairy tales. We all seem odd probably to the muggles."
"Yes, but these people are different," Hermione insisted, "While we were leaving Ollivander's he said something I don't believe they meant for anyone to hear. He said, 'Oh mi dios! What in the world are the fates doing bringing more half-bloods to wizarding world? Are they trying to cause a war that could last almost eternity?' Later I asked Percy if he was muggleborn, half-blood, or a pureblood and he stared at me not understanding. I had to explain!"
"You are over reacting Hermione," Harry tried, "I didn't understand that when I became a wizard!"
"Because you were new, Harry, just introduced to the magical world! Percy's been a wizard for his whole life! Once I explained to him, he nodded, he was smirking incredibly, and said he was a half-blood. Everyone in his group said the same thing, after I explained to them what it meant. The only ones who weren't half-bloods were Rachel Dare, she's muggle born, Calypso and Juniper are Purebloods!"
"So?" Ron cut in looking confused.
"That's twenty-one half-bloods all in the same place!" Hermione burst out, "Don't you think that's a little unusual?"
"Well, half-bloods are the norm these days Hermione," Harry said, trying to ignore the logical facts Hermione was pointing out against his new friends.
"Come on, Hermione, they aren't bad," Ron said, agreeing with Harry.
"But what if they are working for You Know Who, what if they are trying to kill Harry?" Hermione said, looking anxious, "You Know Who has already tried to kill Harry three times! This could be his plan to kill Harry! No one survives him more than three times!"
"Hermione, stop over reacting, we're fine," Harry said, "Besides, we've got Dumbledore with us."
Hermione sighed, "I'm worried for you, Harry."
"Perseus Jackson, I'm warning you!" Annabeth's voice carried down the hall, "I can't believe you! AGGH! YOU KNOW I HATE SPIDERS!"
"Perseus Jackson?" Hermione's eyes grew wide, she knew she had heard that name before.