I lost the wand list.I. Goddamn. Lost it.What the hell. Fuck everything I give up on the wands, just imagine them however you want to. Here's a short drabble.
"No."
"Mr Di Angelo, you-"
"I said no."
"It's mandatory-"
"Hell no."
Professor Dumbledore sighed. This young man had been arguing with him for a while now about Hogwarts.
He didn't understand, who wouldn't want to go to Hogwarts? And there were only twelve students, this year, too, eleven if Mr Di Angelo had his way.
It was all because of Voldemort. The paranoid bastard had gone around killing babies and kids on the grounds that they might one day oppose him. Now, although Tom had vanished years ago, this generation was greatly lacking numbers.
"That's too bad, Mr Di Angelo." Dumbledore lamented. The boy looked surprised.
"You're letting me go?"
"Obliviate."