A wand! a wand! My money for a wand!
In which Meg gets a wand.
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Meg looked around all she needed was a wand now. A wand. A silly little wand. Children of Hecate don't need a wand but it's on the list. And you always listen to the list it's always right.
Always.
Her objective was sidestepped as soon as that ice cream shop came into decided to take a break and get some ice cream. There was a stall for it Right there. She could almost taste the delicious chocolate goodness.
She bumped in to scar head again.
"Hi!" she said suddenly, even taking herself by surprise, "I keep bumping into you. I'm Meg, What's your name?"
He stumbled over his words a bit but got out in the end, "Harry, Harry Potter.".
"Thats a nice name." she said.
"Any ways are you going to Hogwarts?" He said nervously.
"Yes, I am. Are you?"
"Yeah. Well I need to get a wand. Where is the wand shop?"
He pointed down the street."Ollivander's Is over there." he said.
"Thanks."she said and walked that way. She'd get ice cream later.
Ollivander's was an old store. The black paint old and peeling. The sign said 'Oivlalnr'sde het steb sawnd incsr' to her, there were numbers but they were too old and pealing to read especially with dyslexia. Blame it on genetics. Her brain was hardwired for battle, Greek, and Latin for spells. English was an evil class for demigods. That is why all of her books were in Latin and Greek.
Notes would have to be from the books. Hopefully nothing would be written on the boards. Pray to the gods.
She opened the shop door and was greeted by a dinghy and broken store. There was a broken vase on the floor and boxes strewn across it as well.
This shop had seen better days.
At this point a small man with a wirery hair and a smile came one of the many shelves.
"Well hello there. I am Ollivander. Welcome to my shop." He said bowing slightly. He looked way too old to be bowing that low, that had to hurt his back.
"I'm Meg." she said back.
He picked a box and gingerly placed it on the table. Lifted the top and pulled out a wand. "Try this one, Holly, unicorn hair, 11; supple!" he announced.
She pickup the wand and almost instantly it was plucked from her hand.
"No definitely not." He announced.
She was still slightly confused as he handed her wand after wand and only got more and more exited. And the shop got a little more destroyed each time as well.
This made Meg question his sanity. Usually people didn't like it when other people ruined their stores.
Then he picked one last box and opened it.
"Yew, moon saturated wolfsbane, 15, supple, great for charms and curses. I made this when I was still learning the trade." He said proudly.
She nearly laughed. Yew was her mother's sacred tree, her mother was the goddess of the moon and rebirth, wolfsbane was her plant. 15" was a foot plus 3 inches, 3 being the most sacred of number.
The cruel fates. They must have some part in this.
She grabbed the wand tentatively and a warmth spread to her fingertips and red sparks flew from the wand's tip.
This was it. This was her wand!
Creepy. What was this some book made by a 15 with a computer?
Nothing added up any more.
Not like it ever did, anyways.
She gave him the 8 galleons for the wand and left.
She had a train to catch.
I think this is short sorry
Finished
I love writing this but I don't think I expressed her character enough.
[Edit] I changed some things to better express her character. a few spelling mistakes were fixed. Etc.
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