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For as many times as Joan tended to overwork herself between jobs, Garrick installed a small bed in the backroom of the shop for her to rest. He honestly saw no need as to why she felt she had to work two jobs, she was well off as just a wandmaker or an enforcer. Between both, that woman was going to strain her magic badly.

As he observed her magical core after she passed out in front of her shop, he started to see the signs of the strain already.

Garrick resolved to have a very serious talk with his daughter after she woke up.

In the meanwhile, he tended to his customer. His granddaughter.

In his register, underneath the coin tray, he kept the letter and the picture that Joan had sent all those years ago. Garrick smiled as he approached Charlotte and hugged her without warning.

"It's so nice to finally meet you," he said as he let go, "your mother speaks of you often."

Charlotte grinned, "Probably about all the fires and explosions."

"Not only that, but I heard you play the piano very well."

Playing the piano was probably the only thing that truly calmed Charlotte, according to Joan, there were no fires or explosions, just music.

"Yeah, I like it a lot."

There was a small pause between the two, then Garrick realized, "Your wand, you need that, right?"

Charlotte's eyes opened very wide, "Right!"

Garrick had her measurements already, the girl was ambidextrous, but her mother was still unconscious in the room next door. He could try to wake her, but the magic required to make a wand would be too much...

"Your mother and I made her wand, a tradition of wandmakers, and we would also do the same to you but there are two issues. Can you name them?"

"My mom is unconscious and you can't do it?"

Garrick shook his head, "The first is true, but neither of you have enough experience to make a wand either. Your mother worked with me for years until she took off to America."

"Can you make my wand?"

"I could, but..."

"My mom."

"Yes."

"Could you just get everything ready for her or something?"

Garrick almost shook his head again, but instead nodded. It matters not who makes the wand, but who carries it.

"Yes, yes, I could. Let's begin, I will take a personal look at your magic and you will tell me what you feel is right."

So they began.

Garrick cast the same spell from when he observed his daughter's core earlier and started guiding in front of her the cores for the wands while keeping her blindfolded.

First he guided her in front of the unicorn hairs, where her core became dimmer and she shook her head immediately. Her mother's was a unicorn hair core, so perhaps she'll be like her father with a dragon heartstring...

The core didn't react at all. Charlotte shrugged.

Upon standing in front of the phoenix feathers, Charlotte jumped as Garrick saw her young core glow.

"I think this is it," she said.

Garrick chuckled, "I think you are correct. But which feather? Choose one carefully."

There were only four left in that drawer as phoenixes were very rare after the War with Grindelwald. Charlotte's hand drifted just above the feathers, grazing them.

To Charlotte, all of them felt amazing. However, the one with the blue tip appealed to her the most just because it was blue and not red or orange.

"Ah, very peculiar...that phoenix feather has been here for a very long time, before me, in fact. My own grandfather had said to me as a young wandmaker that if I ever used it in just some wand to put on the shelf, he would find a way past Death to box my ears every day. Let's move on to the wood..."

Garrick found that the wood was as he guessed when he heard of Charlotte's incidents with fire were not compatible. Every wood dealing with the element of fire was incompatible. He was beginning to feel nervous until she finally put a hand on a piece of ziricote wood.

Quite unexpected.

"I will go see about waking your mother, wait here."

The young girl nodded, still touching the wood.

Joan was just stirring as her father came to wake her, "I've prepared the materials for you, now it's time."

To say that Joan was upset was not true. At least not to what she showed on the outside. Joan was upset that they had to bend tradition for her and she was upset in case her father found out about the spirit.

The spirit wasn't malevolent in any case, it was just taking residence in her daughter somehow. It still worried her since she wondered what exactly happened to her real daughter in the process.

Joan finally got up and went to work on her "daughter's" wand.

Charlotte had moved back into the front of the shop, waiting for her mom to finish her wand, and continued to love on her kneazle.

It took only an hour for the wand to be completely done and Garrick was the one to present the wand to Charlotte.

"Nine and a half inches of ziricote wood with a phoenix feather core. I'd have to say it's your mother's best work by far."

It may just have been the exhaustion, but for the rest of the summer, Joan was more absent from Charlotte's life than ever.

By next chapter, there will be Hogwarts and the Sorting. Which house do YOU think she'll be in?