Honest Friends

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Hogwarts Express – 22nd of December

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It was time to go back to Pinegrew Manor, Harry sighed with a mix of relief and regret as he put his trunk onto the shelf in the compartment. While he liked the idea of spending Christmas with Daphne's family – no, with his family – it would have been nice to have a few days with Daphne alone to 'sort out what happened'. Was she his girlfriend now? Harry pondered. Did she regret the kiss?

Neville, Hermione and Daphne were already sitting there, leaving him the window place at Daphne's side. She had been very quiet this morning and looked tired. Her smile was a bit forced and didn't reach her eyes. Once he had started to ask her what happened, but Hermione stopped him with a shake of her head.

"Leave her, she'll tell you when she's ready," she whispered. Balou was resting on her lap and yawned heartily in Harry's direction. He was completely healed again and enjoying his place apparently. Hedwig was sleeping in her cage on the baggage rack. A heavy cloth had been put around the cage, charmed by Daphne to give the owl some silence and darkness. I have really got to learn that special charm, Harry mused. Crookshanks was lying on another rack above Hermione and was apparently enjoying his lookout, watching the scurrying landscape.

So he tried to lift the mood instead. "I'm so happy that you'll be there with us."

"Yeah," Neville grinned. "I was a bit surprised that Grandma allowed it, but apparently she has a healthy respect for your Grandma, Daphne."

"Who does not," Hermione agreed. "The first time I met her, I was shaking in fear."

"You exaggerate," Daphne smiled, "but yes, she has her ways to get what she wants." After some minutes of silence she suddenly continued: "But it wasn't Grandma's letter that convinced your Grandma, Neville. Agatha only extended the invitation to have this cleared formally. She had already agreed beforehand."

"Oh?" Neville looked very confused now, but Daphne stayed silent with only a small, sly grin on her face.

"I…" Hermione hesitated. "I've written your Grandma, Neville, after Roxanne's visit."

Neville blinked and paled a little bit. "Why would you do that? It wasn't about…" Neville harrumphed. "It wasn't about us?"

Harry watched his friends in complete silence and happiness. He knew about the letters and their reason, but it was so sweet to observe their little dance. Last evening, something must have happened and he wasn't sure that he shared Daphne's opinion about the 'no kiss thing'. Hermione and Neville were a bit touchy this morning, several times not so accidently brushing shoulders or shortly holding hands – as they did now again, when Hermione pressed Neville's hand reassuringly.

Hermione blushed deeply but shook her head. "No, it was about something Roxanne mentioned… something about your wand. You see… we think that you could be far better at casting spells with your own wand. I know you like this one because it belonged to your father but still… it is not the one wand who chose you."

Anxiously Hermione watched him and only relaxed as he nodded. "Yes, I understand that. I would like to have my own wand. But Grandma… she wanted me to have father's. It means so much to her."

"I know. That's the reason I've written her and explained to her why I think you need a new wand. We exchanged a few letters and she agreed at last, to the Christmas visit and the new wand. So you'll get a new wand… tomorrow, I think Roxanne said. It's kind of a Christmas present from Roxanne."

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Harry had spent some time reading a book he'd got from Agatha: "How to behave, a small guide for young Lords and Ladies". He had gotten some funny remarks about it, and a few anecdotes from Neville and Daphne about the time they had to inhale the content of the same booklet years ago.

"At the age of seven I had to read the book for the first time. I was hardly able to comprehend the complicated rules. After two years of training, two years of endless behaviour lessons with my Grandma, she ordered me to read it a second time. But then I had to write down all the tiny rules she had forgotten to mention before. Twenty forgotten rules she expected me to find," Neville explained. He laughed shortly: "Naturally, she taught me way too thoroughly and I found only fourteen."

"The same with me," Daphne smiled happily. "Only that my mother never liked etiquette that much and often tried to circumvent the lessons my Grandma expected from us. So I found far more than the twenty allowed forgotten rules." With a sly smile she continued: "But I had to promise Mum that I only tell Grandma about sixteen. I think it's something written in the old-families-chronicles to have your children read this," she joked.

"I read it too," Hermione added. With a small blush she continued: "After Neville asked me to be his Yule Ball date."

Neville pressed her hand again: "Proper behaviour is very important for Grandma and our rules are sometimes a bit… unusual. Thanks for the trouble."

"Silly one," Hermione smiled: "Since when is reading some onerous chore for me?"

Daphne giggled: "Only Hermione would like to read this booklet, only Hermione."

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The first hour of train riding had passed as the door opened and three Slytherin girls popped in for a chat. Only now Harry remembered that this time they hadn't been harassed by Malfoy and his cronies as they usually were. With no more than a disgusted look at Harry, he had simply passed the compartment a while ago.

"Are you alright?" Millicent Bulstrode asked. Pansy stayed at the open door while Astoria went to her sister's side and, with only a short glance in Harry's direction set down on her other side, gripped her arm and leaned against her shoulder. Slipping off her shoes and putting her feet on the seat, her behaviour reminded Harry much of a small cat.

"I'm fine," Daphne glared at Millicent, her voice a bit uneasy. The bully girl wasn't impressed and only smiled at her: "Only wanted to ask."

Neither her question nor Pansy's concerned look did anything to sooth Harry's worries. What had happened between leaving Daphne at the Slytherins' dorm and meeting her today? He opened his mouth only to shut it again as Hermione slightly kicked his shin and shook her head. Damned girls, he growled silently. It's wrong if I ask questions and it's wrong if I don't ask. Daphne noticed Hermione's reaction but didn't comment it. Anxious to switch the conversation she started to speak about the winter break and what they would do. It was the first time that Harry learned about the planned Christmas Party.

"Mum only invited dear friends and close family. Tracey and Blaise will be there, Neville's Grandma and Hermione's parents… two old friends of Harry's family." That last part certainly got Harry's attention. He tensed shortly. Later he would have to ask her. Sirius and Remus? He silently mouthed in Hermione's direction and his friend nodded. Powerful waves of pure joy went throughout his body and, a bit giddy, he put his arm around Daphne's waist and pulled her against his side.

Paling and blushing in quick order he hastily released his grip and looked around. It calmed him immensely that everyone showed only sympathetic smiles. Even Astoria didn't glare, but only watched him and Daphne's reaction curiously. As Harry tried to enlarge the distance again he found Daphne's arm around him, pulling him closer again.

"I think it will be very nice." She continued in an afterthought : "Would you like to come too?"

"I don't know…" Pansy started but was interrupted by Millicent: "I'd love to... and Pansy too." She poked her friend shortly, but not very gently, and Pansy agreed with a sigh: "But we'll better leave our parents at home. They wouldn't be able to behave around Hermione. You know how they are."

"Bloody prats, all together, like most parents," Millicent grinned.

Something must have happened in Hell, Harry pondered: Pansy not only willing to share a Christmas party with Hermione, but even trying to make her more comfortable. Hermione's shocked expression told him that his friend shared this opinion.

"We're on our way again. See you later."

Pansy and Millicent left the compartment. On their questioning look Astoria shook her head and made no move to leave her sister's side. So the two girls closed the door and went away without her.

Daphne loosened her grip around Harry only to put both arms around Astoria and pull her nearer. "And you, Sweety, still going to Draco? I would really like to have you there too. And you know how much Mum and Grandma would love to have you at home. Even Aunt Anne will be with us."

Astoria sighed deeply and huddled up against her sister only the more: "I would love to, but father wanted me to spend time with Draco. Father will be at Malfoy Manor, too." Harry realized – a bit guiltily – that he liked that news. While his relation with Astoria had relaxed since her open support to Daphne in the Great Hall, he really wouldn't miss the sourly expression on Cyrus' face, this 'you're disgusting but regretfully I have to spend time with you and tolerate you'. "And then Professor Snape…" She stopped and looked around nervously.

Daphne frowned: "Professor Snape? What does he have to do with your Christmas?"

Astoria hesitated for some moments before she started to explain with a low voice: "He spoke with me one month ago, before the Hogsmeade visit." Harry remembered that he had seen her back then. It had been unusual as second-years normally weren't allowed to take part. "And he spoke with me again last week. He wants me to…"

"Yes?" Daphne urged her gently.

Astoria sighed again: "He wants me to prompt Draco to spend more time with his mother."

"Why would he…" Harry started only to stop midsentence. If Draco spent more time with his mother, he would be less around his father. What interest could Snape have in that matter? Weren't Snape and Malfoy close friends?

"No idea," Astoria answered. "But I like Narcissa more so why should I complain about it?"

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With more than half of the distance to King's Cross behind them, nobody had expected for another passenger to join them. But exactly that happened as Luna Lovegood opened the door and flopped herself onto the last empty seat, aside from Hermione and across of Astoria. Silently she closed the door and started to stare at Astoria and Daphne with her slightly bulging eyes.

"You're here?" Harry asked after a while with a hoarse voice: "Not with Michael?"

"No," she answered curtly.

Two minutes later, with still no further explanation forthcoming Hermione asked gently: "Why not? I had the impression…"

"No curiosity."

"No curiosity," Hermione asked; her confusion obvious on her face. "I always thought that Michael is the typical Ravenclaw: always reading, always asking."

Luna sighed. "Curiosity is not curiosity, you know?"

Hermione stared blankly at her, blinking a few times before she shook her head: "Please explain."

"He's only interested in written knowledge. He asks for explanation but only teachers, only for explanations they would have given his father too twenty years ago. Michael is not interested in something new. Michael doesn't want to increase the overall knowledge. What good is reading if it is the only thing you do? If you don't scrutinize, don't explore, don't invent? Do you want to be known later as 'Hermione-who-read-all-books'? Wouldn't it be better to be remembered as 'Hermione-who-has-written-a-book', 'Hermione-who-found-something-new'?"

Harry stared at both girls. Hermione, often called the 'brightest witch' was equally often called 'bookworm', even from her friends. No, he corrected himself, no from her friends… only from her supposed friends. But still written knowledge had always been very important to her. Often she found new ways to use her knowledge but until now she hadn't the tendency to invent something completely new like Daphne did with her charms.

How many fourteen-year-old girls could claim to have been in 'Witch Weekly' three times already with an article about a new Charms spell? Yes, Witch Weekly wasn't a very high-class magazine and her spells wouldn't find her way into a classroom. But they were small helpers in every day's life; spells hundreds of witches would use and thankfully remember. This drive to leave known ways was something Hermione lacked a bit. Confronted with a problem she would go to the library, while Daphne would use a part of that time to find her very own solution.

Knowing his friend for so long, seeing how her face was working, Harry discerned that Hermione's thoughts were following the same line, coming to the same conclusion.

"I know," Luna continued after a long time of thoughtful silence. "Many regard me as more than a bit barmy. They laugh at me because of the creatures I believe in, because of the way I behave. But that's not important. It is the way I am."

"We don't want you in any other way," Harry commented with a low, earnest voice. He really liked the very special girl, and tried hard to show it now and then.

Hermione, her eyes glinting, pulled Luna into an embrace. "You're not barmy. We others are sometimes a bit… short-sighted. Or simply too stuck in our patterns of thinking like me. Remember how long I needed to accept Thestrals? No, you're certainly not barmy, Luna. Instead you're the wisest girl around. I'll try not to be too Michael-like in the future."

"I'll publish your first book, Hermione," Neville stated with a soft smile, which Hermione reciprocated, still trying to hold back her tears.

Into the following silence Astoria's words dropped, whispered to her sister: "Mother said the same about Luna's mother." As she noticed the attention of everybody, Astoria blushed deeply and tried to hide a bit behind her sister, whispering agitatedly: "Why can't I learn to shut my mouth in time?"

"Because you wouldn't still be my little favourite sister then," Daphne commented with a loving smile. "And you're right: Mother said the same about Luna's mother, more than once." Sympathetically Daphne watched Luna, who had become very silent and pale. "It's not too dire for you to speak about her, Luna, I hope."

Luna shook her head and whispered, still a bit shaking: "No, it is okay." But she allowed Hermione to strengthen the embrace and leaned against the older girl.

"Mother knew both of your parents, but especially your mother. They had been in school together, often learned together. My mother wasn't especially good at potions back then and she often needed help with her assignments." Daphne watched carefully Luna's reactions because she knew that her mother had died in a potions accident, trying to find a cure for an exceptional vicious strand of Dragonpox. "She adored her very much, especially her wisdom."

"She once said that she hoped that you would inherit your mother's wisdom and not your father's gift," Astoria added, paling again as she realized that her statement could easily be interpreted as critic towards Luna's father. "Mother knew of your father's gift to… to see. She said it would be difficult to live with such a gift. People fear, hate or belittle what they don't understand. I assume your father doesn't have many friends."

"No," Luna said hoarsely. "He's alone most of the time, has only a few pen friends."

"But you've got us," Hermione stated. "We're your friends. And we believe in you."

"This we do."

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Pinegrew Manor

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Roxanne Greengrass, née Pinegrew, was fuming. Daphne had seldom seen her mother agitated like this. The last time had been after her conversation with Sirius six months ago, after he told her about the living conditions at the Dursley House.

Certainly the afternoon hadn't been like her mother had wished. After their arrival at King's Cross and a very loving welcome, Roxanne had told them that they would finish the most important business first: Gringotts and Ministry. But obstacles at every turn had slowly grinded on her nerves. The goblin at Gringotts – someone named Griphook – had been very friendly but equally unhelpful.

"No, I can't tell you this, Madam. No, I'm not allowed to do this, Madam. I'm so sorry about the inconvenience, Madam."

After the tenth time that Griphook told them what he couldn't do, Daphne shared her mother's wish to strangle the creature. Apparently Harry wasn't allowed to have a look, wasn't allowed to visit his vault – at least not without his guardian. And who was his guardian, his magical guardian? Right: no one else than splendid Albus twinkle-eyes Dumb-Dork. The same trustworthy – Daphne spat – headmaster whose machinations they intended to investigate.

Deciding to defer the matter to another day they had gone to the Ministry, hoping to finish the adoption at least. One hour and visits to half a dozen offices later they left the Ministry again – without the adoption contract but a bag full of formulas, ready to be triplicated. A delay of at least one month the irritated clerk had announced – at least.

"That's Albus doing," Roxanne glared. With a cry of fury she kicked the wall. Daphne could only stare. Her mother never lost her countenance like this.

"Yes, it's obvious," Agatha agreed, completely ignoring her daughter's little temper tantrum. Daphne noticed that her Grandma was much more relaxed. She had anticipated this, Daphne realized. "He has no legitimate reason to deny you your request. So he's trying to annoy you. He's playing for time."

"And what shall we do now?"

"Three things," Agatha started, counting with her fingers. "First: calm down," she said with a smile, earning a huff from her daughter. "Look who's speaking. You remember from which side I inherited my temper?"

"I have no idea," Agatha grinned. "Second: You wanted to visit Madam Guila tomorrow. Use the time and visit her this evening. I'm sure all of you could use something positive now."

Roxanne nodded with a sigh.

"And third: I'll visit some friends," Agatha finished. "Our wonderful Chief Warlock isn't the only one with friends at the Ministry. Amelia certainly owes you more than a small favour after the incident with her niece. And I'll beg Wyvernclaw to be there tomorrow for your next conversation about Harry's inheritance. He's the supervisor of the Pinegrew vaults. I don't trust this Griphook, I don't trust friendly Goblins."

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Knockturn Alley

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It certainly was a new experience to be here. Was it even allowed for them? More than once, every single teenager had been warned never to enter the Knockturn Alley, and now they were ready to face the music. They had changed into some seedier clothes and drunk some Polyjuice Potions to change their appearance. Harry seemed to like his Jackie Chan look and Daphne was a really convincing Massai beauty now. Perhaps they weren't awfully ordinary in their outlook, but Hermione didn't argue that they looked more dangerous than a bunch of teenagers following a society lady.

Borgin & Burke – she had heard about that shady shop. Malfoy was allegedly a regular there and it wasn't hard to imagine the snob entering the store to buy some dark and dangerous item, items like the book he had given to Ginny Weasley two years ago. Neville grabbed Hermione's elbow and dragged her towards the shop where the others were waiting. He was right: This was certainly not the place for day-dreaming and shop window staring.

Madam Guila – Wands since 1712

Below the name – bleached but still readable – was written: Diagon Alley 43.

Hermione wasn't able to remember whether such a number even existed in Diagon Alley and what shop stood there at the moment. But she was quite certain that they had left that other street some minutes ago.

"The wand shop had previously been in Diagon Alley," Roxanne explained as she opened the door and waited for the teenagers to enter. She had noticed Hermione's stare at the shield and especially spoken in a manner to urge the shopkeeper to explain something that could be useful information. Hermione nodded curtly and entered, noticing the large number of protection runes on door and window frames. She sensed the wards that were protecting the shop. Had Ollivander's shop been the same?

"Good evening!" They were greeted by a young lady, certainly below thirty. She wore a simple and not very revealing dark green dress and had here long hair in a practical bun.

Roxanne closed the door and went confidently towards the young lady, exchanging a short hug with her. "It has been a long time, Guila. I'm happy to see you all healthy."

Guila smiled amicably. Hermione noticed the difference to the slightly mystic appearance and behaviour of Mister Ollivander. Seeing her on the street, certainly nobody would have guessed Madam Guila's occupation.

"And this is certainly your famous guest…" Guila added with a smile as she went forward. For a moment Hermione could hear Harry's groan "not again". It wouldn't be the first time that some shopkeeper started to hyperventilate around the boy-who-lived.

"… Mister Neville Longbottom, I'm happy to meet you in person at last."

What? Hermione boggled. A sigh of relief left Harry's throat while Neville stared at the lady with wide eyes. He was seldom greeted like this and most of the times only his ability to melt cauldrons was mentioned.

"I heard so much about you and your talent with plants. A talent I sorely lacked, to Madam Sprout's regret." The name of his favourite teacher did wonders to calm down Neville.

"You have to know, Neville," Roxanne added with a sly grin "that Madam Sprout liked Guila very much, despite her black thumb. At least she did until Guila destroyed her wand one day."

"It was an accident," Guila growled. "And you don't have to tell everyone." Further addressing Neville again she continued slightly softer: "She got a new wand from my father after that, way better than her old one."

As Roxanne started to object, Guila stopped her with a menacing gesture and a glare.

"By the way: Roxanne is correct about this shop formerly stationed in the Diagon Alley. Regretfully the Ministry in its all-encompassing wisdom decided fifteen years ago to evict us after more than 250 years."

Location: Knockturn Alley.

History: Evicted.

Appearance: no more than 10 years since school.

Three reasons not to trust this Madam Guila and her abilities but somehow Harry liked her. She had humour, she was friendly and she didn't make a fuss about him. That she obviously was well-liked by Roxanne and trusted by Agatha certainly helped.

"Why would they evict you?" Leave it to Hermione to ask in-depth questions, Harry smiled.

Somehow they had found their place around a ramshackle table with no two chairs the same. Madam Guila found a teapot somewhere, as well as a number of varied cups and mugs. While she answered the question, Roxanne took a seat and started to fill the cups with some kind of green tea.

"Fifteen years ago, the Ministry – trying to take control of young would-be Death Eaters – forbade any other wand shop than the one of Mister Ollivander. It was only the last step to exterminate every competition, something they started more than forty years ago." She accepted a filled mug from Roxanne with a smile and leaned against the wall.

"As you certainly noticed, we're not a wand shop but a second hand book shop which coincidentally sells some wands too." She gestured towards the walls to the left and right and really: Hermione noticed a small number of book shelves with around two hundred books, mostly about plants and creatures of all kind.

Guila sipped her tea and watched Hermione with a knowing smile, as the girl tried to process the information. Putting her mug down on the table Guila continued: "The Ministry and Headmaster Dumbledore believed Mister Ollivander to be especially trustworthy and willing to cooperate in a manner most other wand crafters weren't willing to. Have you never wondered why every student has to buy his wand at that shop, why the wands are already crafted and not customized? The reason is simple: Mister Ollivander informs the Ministry and school about every wand he sells."

"How should this be helpful? What could the Ministry learn about me with this information?" Hermione narrowed her eyes. Terms like data security crossed her mind, something every Muggle student knew about but certainly not many wizards and witches.

"They know which wand you use, which 'character' your wand possesses – and with that what you, as a person – has. And then there is the tracking spell, not to forget that specialty."

"You mean that tracking spell that allows the Ministry to sense if an under-age wizard uses magic?"

"Partially, yes. But there is much more. Perhaps you already realized that there are differences in how the Ministry handles under-age magic. Let me show you." She put a piece of paper on the table and casted four spells, one on each teenager wand. Four lines appeared on the paper, the name of three spells and the notation that no spell was on Neville's wand.

"As expected: Mister Longbottom's wand doesn't have a trace spell on it, as it is the wand of his father. He would only face problems should he use magic in an observed location like Diagon Alley or a known wizard home. Miss Greengrass has the usual wizard family tracker on her wand. It ignores spells cast from a short list of useful but harmless spells, like hair altering or feather light spells and more or less everything she casts at home. Miss Granger wears the standard Muggleborn spell. It reports any spell she casts out of school. You'll notice that Muggleborn tracking is far stricter. The reaction time is also much shorter and the punishment direr. It is because the Ministry still believes Muggleborn to be less trust worthy, a certainly very intelligent assumption after the last war."

She said the last sentence without humour, but a large amount of disgust. With a sigh Guila hinted at Harry's wand: "This one has a very special tracking spell on it. As far as I can judge it does not only inform the Ministry, but one other person too about every spell cast WITH this wand and AROUND this wand within a radius of 20-30 feet. I don't know who this person is but I have a guess." Guila hadn't to tell a name, everyone guessed the same person behind this special wand.

"By the way I wonder why Ollivander gave you this wand. He is certainly a very accomplished and experienced wand crafter and seller. Usually the wands aren't a perfect fit for the wearer but close enough. But this one… either your character changed in the past three years or this wand was never really meant for you. It is very strong, one of the strongest I've ever seen so far. But it is only compatible for you, not really meant to be yours. Yes, it is better than Mister Longbottom's used wand but still… do you have an idea why he wanted you to have this wand?"

Harry shook his head, confused about all these information. He still tried to digest that there was not only one kind of tracking spell but at least two. Hermione was certainly boiling inwardly about this new way to mistreat Muggleborns. "Perhaps it is," Harry started slowly "because it is the twin of the wand you-know-who used… crafted with the same wood and with feathers from the same phoenix. That's at least what Mister Ollivander told me."

"That makes sense," Guila agreed. "I'm a bit surprised that they didn't use his femur to create your wand," she grinned with no small amount of humour in her voice.

"In any case you'll have to decide if you prefer the stronger wand or one especially crafted for you, customized to your needs, talents and character."

Harry pondered about that. He liked the wand and as Guila said it was quite strong. But a customized wand and hopefully without that special tracker on it…

To answer his silent question Roxanne explained: "Neville was… the trigger… to visit Madam Guila. But with all of you already fourteen and fifteen years old, and your magical cores somewhat stabile, I thought you're old enough to get your own two customized wands."

"Two?" Hermione wondered. "How can you have two wands?"

"Inherently you can't," Guila responded. "I'll create a heavily customized wand for you. You'll choose the wood, the core, the runes for the grip and the used crystal. All of them aren't interchangeable later, aside from the crystal, which is used to enhance a kind of spell you prefer. Should you wear your old wand too, they would interfere with each other. Naturally you can store your old wand away to have it as a reserve, but then you have to register both wands. In case of committing a crime, both wands would be snapped."

She sighed. "To my regret I would have to follow that silly wizard-family/Muggleborn order of the Ministry about that. Even Mister Longbottom's new wand would have such a spell on it. For the wands of Miss Greengrass, Mister Potter and Miss Granger I would use a Pinegrew-Family-Tracker."

Hermione threw a quizzical look at Roxanne, who only whispered: "We'll speak about that later."

"But with a brand new wand," Guila continued "you have the possibility to craft two wands at once. The second one uses the same wood and core, but no crystal and weaker runes. It is 'the weaker twin', far less powerful and accurate but still usable in case you're disarmed or your wand is destroyed in a fight. It is not possible to create such a twin afterwards."

"Previously," Roxanne interrupted "this was far-spread usage. It only stopped shortly before my mother went to school, as they started to sell pre-crafted wands. Naturally the official explanation wasn't the monitoring factor but the lower price." She sneered unladylike.

After all four teenagers agreed, Guila gathered the boxes and rune books she needed. "Let's start."

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Pinegrew Manor – Evening

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It had been a long evening. With prices ranging from one hundred thirty to two hundred eighty the new wand pairs would cost many times more than a usual Ollivander wand. But Roxanne was convinced that it was worth it. And wealth had to be used, not stored away.

She sighed, playing with her tumbler of Armagnac.

"You should tell them, Roxy, this evening, before you go to the Ministry."

"I know, mother," Roxanne glared. Much softer she repeated: "I know." Carefully she put the tumbler down after emptying it and left the room. She went up to Daphne's room where the teenagers had gathered. They looked up as Roxanne entered.

"Harry… Daphne… I would like to speak with you about something. There is something you should know…"

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A/N

What news does Roxanne have in mind?

I spared you the usual list of wood, core etc. because the important points about the wand shop were: all four teenagers have customized wands now (especially Neville) and the news about the Ollivander/Ministry cooperation.