Well, here comes another one. A bit late, I know, but procrastination is the most powerfull force in the universe.
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Wondrous Wands and Selective Sortings
By the Pierroist
After a short walk they came to another building, this on more like a shop, if an obscenely old one. A sign was nailed above the door, saying Ollivander's: Maker's of fine wands since 382 bc. The seven and Hagrid walked into the store and the majority of them were relieved to see a fairly ordinary-looking shop without anything extremely magical or strange. Of course, by now, with the exception of Cooro, they had all gotten used to everything and weren't surprised anymore by anything that would normally be considered unusual by them.
The four walked in and almost immediately heard a loud crash. A small man pulled himself out of a large pile of books that had apparently just fallen over. He stood up and wiped himself off, grumbling something incomprehensible under his breath. He reached down and patted a few pockets before coming across his wand. He flicked it once and the fallen books began sorting themselves onto a bookshelf at the back, behind the counter and out of the area of sale. After this he turned around and headed straight towards the group.
'I do apologize for that slight disturbance, I'm Ollivander. I've been expecting you. You six will be getting yourselves some wands, yes?' he said.
'But there's seven of us,' said Cooro, confused.
Mr Ollivander smiled slightly and said, 'Well, unless the young Weasly here is going to be buying one I think that would be six.'
Cooro frowned at this and turned to Ron. 'You're not getting one?'
Run shuffled his feet nervously and said, a little uncertainly, 'We can't afford to buy another wand. I'll be using my brother's old one.'
'What?' said Cooro, 'You don't need to do that. We have more than enough money to pay for a friend.'
At this Ron's face lit up, 'You really mean it? That's at least thirteen galleons there!'
'You think we don't have thirteen galleons already?' said Husky.
'Thanks,' said Ron, looking a little embarrassed and shocked. His family was very poor and a gift like this was considered extremely benevolent.
'Well then. I suppose I was wrong. Well then, would you come here for a moment, Cooro?' said Mr Ollivander.
Cooro stepped forward, not realizing that he hadn't actually told him his name yet. The others noticed this, however, and were a bit startled when they heard him say Cooro's name.
A few moments after he stepped forward Ollivander said, 'Stick out your wand arm.' Cooro looked a bit confused at this so Ron said, 'Are you right-handed or left-handed.' Cooro stuck out his left hand as a tape measure flew out from the desk at the back and began flying all over Cooro, taking a ridiculous amount of measurements of nearly everything. Cooro gawked and laughed as he usual did, watching the tape measure flying around him. After a few seconds it stopped and Mr Ollivander began scurrying around the place, picking up various boxes off of the shelves. He ran back to Cooro and immediately began opening them. He handed the contents of the box to him, a long, thin and delicately coloured stick.
'Twelve inches, stripped Birchwood, Unicorn hair, excellent transmutation wand,' said Ollivander. Cooro looked at it, confused.
'Well, go on, then, give it a wave,' said Mr Ollivander, urging him on. Cooro raised it and waved it back and forth. Nothing happened. Ollivander immediately snatched it out of his hands and pulled out another one, this one shorter and lighter coloured.
'Nine inches, dragon heartstring, nice and even,' He said. Cooro gave it a wave and once again nothing happened. Ollivander frowned, but gave him another wand, this one long and thin, slightly swirled in colour.
'Twelve and a-half inches, unicorn hair, good all-round,' he said. Cooro took this one and waved, but once again nothing happened.
Mr Ollivander frowned, and said, 'Excuse me, Hagrid, are you certain these children have magical potential? When you wave a wand, even if it hasn't chosen you it still gives off energy. None of these are having any reaction.' Hagrid nodded at this.
'Mister Dumbledore said this'd 'appen,' said Hagrid. 'He said that you might 'ave to try the mixed boxes.' Ollivander raised an eyebrow at this, but said nothing. He picked up all the boxes he had brought over and placed them all back before quickly marching through a doorway at the back. After a few seconds he returned, carrying a few more boxes, these ones older and a bit dusty and worn. He handled them carefully, as if they were something important or precious. He brought them over to Cooro and slowly removed the cover one of them. He took out a wand, this one the same as the other three.
He handed it to Cooro, saying, 'I always wondered what Dumbledore had me make these ones for. Never thought I'd actually use them, but here,' he handed the wand to Cooro. 'Ten and a-half inches, swan feather.'
Hagrid and Ron looked surprised at this, Hagrid exclaiming, 'Wha'? I thought yuh could only use dragon phoenix 'n unicorn in a wand.'
'That's why I said that I never thought I'd ever use these. Though they were specially treated for magical properties, they would still never actually work as a wand,' said Ollivander. He looked back down at Cooro. 'Go on.'
Cooro waved it, the room full of anticipation, but once again, nothing happened.
'Well, I've never known Dumbledore to be wrong,' said Ollivander, opening up another box. He picked this one up and handed it to Cooro, saying, 'Ten inches, buffalo heartstring.'
Cooro gave it a wave, the tense atmosphere making Cooro nervous. He waved the wand, but nothing happened. At this Husky stepped forward to Ollivander and said, 'Do you have a crow one?' Many people were startled at this, including Ollivander himself. He reached down and picked up a third box, opening it and handing it to Cooro.
Almost the second Cooro picked it up he grinned, saying, 'This is it!' several people were confused, but when Cooro waved it the whole room filled up with flowing lights, soft and gentle, giving off an incredibly calm and serene feeling, causing everyone to gawk and somehow just cheering everyone up. Cooro started to laugh, and suddenly everyone else laughed too, the whole room filling up with cheerfulness. Ollivander boxed the wand, chortling slightly as everyone calmed down.
'Well, I suppose this is yours, isn't it?' he said, handing Cooro the box. 'In all my years I've never seen anyone have a reaction that strong. Here, you can have it. I don't see much of a point in making you pay for it seeing as no one else would ever actually be able to use that.'
Cooro smiled and took his box. 'Thank you,' he said as he tucked it under his arm and walked back to the group. Several people gave him odd looks but he seemed not to notice.
Ron leaned over to him and asked, 'How come you needed a special wand?'
'Oh! Well, it's crow because I...' Cooro was cut off by Husky whacking him on the head with his staff.
'Don't say that, idiot!' he said. Cooro rubbed his head but stopped talking.
'Well, why don't you go next?' said Ollivander, pointing at Husky. Husky and Nana's went pretty much the same as Cooro's after they found their wands. Husky's was Arctic Cod heartstring, while Nana had Fruit Bat claw. Both of them gave off similar reactions to Cooro's, just each one gave off different emotions. Husky's was calm and serene, but far more than Cooro's and not as cheerful, while Nana's was, rather stereotypically, love. Not as in the romantic sense but in companionship or friendly love.
After them Hermione and Harry went, though theirs were rather more normal. Ron went last, though his was a bit picky and took a while longer, but they got it in the end and Senri payed for it.
After they left Ollivander was watching them, leaning on the side of his shop. He chuckled softly then went back inside and continued organizing his books like before.
After the seven went to Ollivander's they went to various different places to get their robes and other things before leaving Diagon Alley. Afterwards, the seven split back into their original two groups and the group with Harry, Ron and Hermione went off into their separate homes while the other four went back to Hogwarts with Hagrid and stayed up for quite a while in anticipation of their first day of school, in more way than one, since none of them had ever gone to school before. The four quietly dozed off quietly to a sweet blissful silence.
Professor McGonagall marched up the stairs to wake who, at the moment, were Hogwarts only tenants, though when she knocked on the door she found they were and had already been awake for quite a while.
'We get up at about four o'clock,' explained Husky. 'We travel a lot, and got into the habit.' Professor McGonagall shook her head, obviously shocked by the idea of anyone getting up at such an atrocious time.
'Well, you had best go down to the great hall, the sorting is about to begin,' stated Miss McGonagall. 'Also, your clothing and other items will be moved to your new rooms directly after the sorting.' The four nodded, already told by Dumbledore about the sorting. After McGonagall left the four headed down to the great hall and waited for the others to arrive. While they were waiting, they noticed a house elf scurry down and place a chair down at the end of the hall. Dumbledore came down carrying an old, wrinkled hat, soon followed by the other members of the faculty. The other new arrivals came soon after, followed by the older students. Once everyone had arrived and gathered in the great hall, the hat opened its mouth, much to the surprise of the new students, and began to sing. It wasn't singing in the usual sense, but more as if reciting a poem, one about friendship and the importance of teamwork. After it had finished, Miss McGonagall stepped down with a piece of paper in her hands and began explaining several rules and regulations pertaining to Hogwarts. The four, already knowing them, looked around for Harry and the others. Cooro noticed them first, and waved at them. The six weaved through the crowd towards each other, eventually meeting. Both groups looked happier to be back together again. After explaining that Senri was off with Hagrid they reacquainted with eachother.
'Where were you? We couldn't find you anywhere with the others, and you weren't on the train either!' said Hermione, clearly annoyed but glad to see them.
'Oh, we were here,' explained Cooro, rather overjoyed at seeing his new friends again. Hermione frowned at his response.
'What do you mean you were here, all the students came on the train,' said Hermione.
'We were here the whole time,' said Cooro, leaving Hermione even more confused than before. At that moment McGonagall finished, and began calling out names in alphabetical order. Pretty soon she came to 'Alba, Nana' and Nana went up and put the hat on her head.
Well, this is interesting. Nana nearly jumped at the voice in her head. I haven't seen another one of your kind in... oh, it's too long to remember. A few hundred years at least. Still, I'm not here to judge you that. Let's see... extremely loyal to your friends, a few unsettling memories in there, I see...
Who're you? asked Nana.
Me? Why, I'm the hat, haven't you realized?
Oh, thought Nana, realizing what was happening.
Very tidy, quite thick on manners... I suppose you'd work in Hufflepuff quite well. Very loyal and willing to do anything for your friends. Yes, you could go in Hufflepuff, but I think I see you in 'GRYFFINDOR!' the hat yelled. Nana picked the hat off her head and placed it back on the stool, then walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down.
Several more names past until Miss McGonagall said, 'Cooro!' This confused several people as well as causing Harry, Ron and Hermione to look at him oddly as neither Cooro nor Senri actually had last names, as the custom of the Kimunkles gave only one name and Cooro never had parents. Cooro walked up and put on the hat, grinning madly as he did so.
Good lord, this is the most innocent mind I have ever had the opportunity to see. There really is only one place I could ever put you... 'GRYFFINDOR!' the hat shouted, not even touching the boys head yet. Many were surprised at this, the hat only being half-way to Cooro's head when it shouted out the name. Cooro jumped up off the chair and ran over to Nana at the Gryffindor table.
The others waited for a few more names until they came to 'Granger, Hermione' and Hermione went up to be sorted. She looked at the hat for a moment, then placed it on her head.
Well, you're quite the student, aren't you? Not to mention also very observant, though a bit nosey too, eh?
What's this? Are you reading my mind? said Hermione.
Yes. If I had a penny... anyways, you're also very protective about your friends, and are easily concerned... you'd probably make a good Gryffindor, but also an excellent Ravenclaw...
What? But Nana and Cooro are in Gryffindor... said Hermione, worried.
Ah, I see. Very well, 'GRYFFIDOR!' the hat yelled. Hermione walked over to the table and sat down next to Nana. Just five names later they came to 'Herenus, Mryrrha.' At this both Husky's eye and hand started twitching, unwanted memories resurfacing in his mind.
'Somebody you know?' asked Harry, noticing his twitching.
'You could say that...' he replied, then walking up to the chair, surprising all three of the non-+animas. Husky sat down in the chair and placed the hat on.
Three in one day? What is this, a festival? But I'm not here to judge you on that, let's see what else there is in here... Husky realized what was happening and so made no comment.
Oh ho ho, I see there's more than one type of 'pure blood' wizard in here, isn't there? A bit untrusting of strangers, very secretive... extremely protective of your friends and very loyal as well, though quite good at reading what people are thinking... You'd probably be perfect for Slytherin.
What? You can't separate me from my friends! Put me in Gryffindor! Right now! protested Husky, obviously pissed at the very idea of being put in Slytherin.
You're that insistent on being with your friends? Very well, I suppose someone like that would go in Gryffindor... 'GRYFFINDOR!' the hat yelled, as Husky shoved the hat off his head and stomped over to Gryffindor.
'Yay! Husky! I knew you'd make it in!' said Cooro, beaming. Husky just grunted and sat down next to his friend.
'Is something wrong?' asked Nana, concerned at his attitude.
Husky glared at her then sighed. 'That stupid hat tried to stuff me in Slytherin! Honestly, I don't think I'd ever last a day with those snobbish idiots.'
'Slytherin?' asked Hermione. 'Why would someone like you go in Slytherin?'
'It's probably because of my background,' said Husky, just confusing her more. Nana nodded however, understanding while Cooro seemed as confused as Hermione.
'Why would your background put you in Slytherin?' asked Cooro.
'Simple. High class pure-bloods, right?' said Husky.
'Oh! But you're not from a wizard family... I guess it'd still work,' said Cooro. Hermione narrowed her eyes at this but decided not to press further.
After quite a few more names they finally came to 'Potter, Harry.' At this the whole crowd broke out into a steady stream of whispers, made loud from the sheer quantity. Cooro, Nana and Husky were confused as to why this was, but when he sat down and put the hat on everyone hushed. The room became eerily quiet, though even if it wasn't Harry would still be able to clearly here the second voice in his head.
Ah, the famous one. I've heard a lot about you. At this Harry was surprised and nearly jumped but forced himself to stay still.
Who're you? he asked.
The hat. Once again, the hat. Now then... very brave and loyal, a bit withdrawn aren't you... Ah! You're a Parseltongue! You'd do well in either Gryffindor or Slytherin.
NO! Never! Not in Slytherin! Harry nearly yelled out loud.
Are you sure? You'd do well in Slytherin...
Yes. Anywhere but Slytherin.
I suppose you'll have to be a 'GRYFFINDOR!' the hat shouted once again. The crowd broke out into another stream of hushed whispers, a little quieter this time. Harry put down the hat and walked over and sat next to his friends. They congratulated him on making it in and sat down and hoped Ron would make it in too.
It took until there were but ten students left until Ron was called. He went up rather nervously and with shaky hands put the hat on his head.
Ah, another Weasly. Very large family you have, isn't it?
Ron, like nearly all the others that were sorted, was rather startled at hearing the hat in his mind, but calmed down once the hat explained itself.
Very loyal... a bit easily scared, but not overly so... not much of a studier, are you? Ah! I see, extremely determined in the case of friends? Most certainly a 'GRYFFINDOR!' The rest of the six cheered, clearly glad to have all of them in the same house. Miss McGonagall noticed the six friends' rather excessive cheering and severely hoped that they wouldn't end up like the Marauders.
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