Thank you Lollypops101 for being the first to review Tabby Cats and Wizards. Again, thanks to my wonderful best friend and beta who points out all my horrifying mistakes.

Disclaimer: Oh? Did you already guess it...Darn. Well, I guess I don't have to say I'm not J.K. Rowling 'cause you already figured it out, right?

The pair made their way down the street and Minerva pulled Belle to the side once they reached Ollivander's Wand Shop. "Now, this is a very personal process. The wand that chooses you will continue to be the tool you use to perform all sorts of magic for years to come." The elder witch knelt down by her charge and pulled out her own wand, aged with use, but still stunning in appearance. It's wood was stained black everywhere except the handle. The handle consisted of a dark brown wood with a spherical design throughout its length that eventually ended with a rather large sphere. However, the sphere had a few small sphere's coming off the end followed by a pointed jewel ."I purchased this wand when I was your age. Ollivander is the same man who made my wand, as he is the best in his profession. I will stay out here if you'd like, or I can come inside with you."

The young witch pondered her options for a few moments as she stared at the beautiful wand before her. Annabelle was unaware of how you acquired your wand, but she figured that if anyone could help her, surely this regal witch could. Belle nodded her head, smiling. "Can you come in with me, please? I think I'd like the company."

Minerva let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding and gave an affirmative nod. "Of course, I'll join you." The professor pushed the door open and grinned at the frazzled looking man.

Mr. Ollivander smiled at the witches and pointed to the professor. "Ahhh, Minerva McGonagall: nine and a half inch fir with a dragon heartstring. Your wand was rather stiff, but incredible for transfiguration. Who have you brought with you today?" Instead of looking at Annabelle, his eyes were fixed on the chocolate-colored cat.

Minerva caught his gaze and smiled. "This is young, Miss Wyte's new cat. They seemed to find each other at the menagerie." She gestured to the girl beside her to step forward. "Miss Wyte is in need of her first wand."

The old man's grin doubled and he tapped his nose a few times. "A wand for someone who's already charmed a Percipio Kneazle." The wizard turned around and grabbed a wand, holding it out to her and glancing at her mentor. "Try this one, Miss Wyte."

Annabelle followed his gaze and looked at Minerva questioningly. She had no clue how to try out a wand.

Luckily, Minerva understood and walked up to her student. "Just take it out of the box and give it a little flick." The professor took note that the wand was made of white ash and had a dragon heartstring core. It was the same length as Minerva's as well and looked to have similar flexibility. Her thoughts were interrupted as the ceiling began to emit dust and rocks began to fall to the ground. Minerva quickly pulled out her own wand, and gave it a quick wave, muttering an incantation under her breath. The ceiling immediately repaired itself.

"Thank you, Minerva." Ollivander then gently took the wand from her hands. "No, I don't think that one will do at all." He hummed for a moment before walking out of sight. He pulled three boxes of varying sizes down and set them on the table. He grabbed the one with a yellow label and carefully removed it from the box. "Give this one a swish, child. It's made of fir and has a unicorn hair core. It's eight inches long and is very swishy."

Annabelle shrugged, not understanding most of what the man was saying. She gave it a wide swish and watched as the boxes in front of her blew up and she spun around as she heard the windows shatter. She covered her mouth in awe and started to apologize when she saw everything put itself back together.

As she turned back around to Mr. Ollivander, she saw him slipping a wand back up his sleeve. "You, Miss Wyte, are not an easy one to fit, and I'm not getting any closer, am I?" With that, he turned around and grabbed another box off the shelf. He handed it to her, barely whispering, "Here's a twelve inch oak with a phoenix feather core. It's rigid."

Again, Annabelle flicked the wand, this time in the direction of the desk. Papers went flying everywhere, but eventually settled back down in disarray.

"Not quite, but I think I know what will work." The elder man collected all the wands he'd set on the counter and put them back. He then grabbed a wand directly to the left of the front counter and smiled. "I dare say, give this a flick."

Again, the young witch obliged and her jaw dropped as the room lit up in shimmering gold lights. Balls of light swirled around her head and then made their way over to her kneazle, doing the same to the cat. "Bloody hell…" Her words were barely audible and she kept spinning the wand in her hand over and over. Its handle was the shape of a dragon wing and her fingers fit around it perfectly. Another distinguishing feature was its off white coloration and the wing joints that spiraled up the entirety of the wand. Finally finding her composure, she looked back up to the wand maker. "Sir, what is this wand?"

Mr. Ollivander smiled and looked to Minerva again. "This child possesses great talent. I trust you to train her well." Turning back to Annabelle, he began his explanation with a twinkle in his eyes. "First, a wand always chooses its wielder. This wand was no different. It is eleven and a quarter inches long and it's made of wood from a willow tree and has the core of a phoenix feather. It's sturdy."

Annabelle still didn't understand any of what this meant and her face made that painstakingly clear.

"Willow wands are extremely picky, especially those made from this particular tree. You will find this tree on the grounds of Hogwarts. It's called the Whomping Willow. Now, willows are known for being trees of enchantments, which means this wand is particularly good with charms, healing, and non-verbal magic. However, willow wands generally choose a wielder who possesses an unwarranted insecurity. I'll tell you this now, young lady. The wand is always right. Whatever your insecurity may be, I hope you overcome it so you can reach your full potential. This wand proves you do have a great potential.

"Now, perhaps the core is even more peculiar. It is most common among Gryffindors, but will occasionally choose an owner from a separate house, such as when it chose He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. The phoenix feather specializes in defense against the dark arts, as well as hexes and jinxes. This core is known for its versatility and power, but it's also known for taking initiatives that many witches and wizards don't appreciate. It will sometimes act on its own accord, and this might mean doing something that you don't fully intend for it to do. The thing is, it's also a loyal wand core. Once you win the allegiance of a phoenix feather core, it won't work correctly for anyone else. It will be hard for you to tame and personalize, but it will be well worth the effort, Miss Wyte. This I guarantee."

McGonagall laid a light hand on her charge's shoulder before looking back to Mr. Ollivander. "I guarantee she will get all the training she requires and so much more. Now, how much will this be?" Minerva was ready to go home and curl up with a good book. It had been a long day for both of them and maybe Annabelle would even join her.

The old wand maker glanced at the wand again. "Six galleons and then I'll let you two carry on about your business." As Minerva handed over the money, Ollivander looked to the young witch who was now twirling the wand in her hands. "Take care of that wand, Miss Wyte. It will serve you well." With that, he disappeared back into the stacks of wands, letting them find their own way out.

Minerva made her way over to the door and opened it, looking back to her frozen charge and calling out, "Aren't you coming, Miss Wyte?"

Annabelle nodded her head and darted for the door. "Sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to hold us up any longer. I was just…distracted." The young witch found herself immediately falling back into her fears and formalities around the professor. How did she know the woman wasn't going to turn on her?

"It's not a problem, lass. I suggest we apparate home and rest for the afternoon. You can go out to the lake if you wish, or you can join me in the study. I will be reading for the next couple hours until Albus gets home." As she offered her arm out to the young girl, she smiled again. "I would enjoy the company if you don't mind staying with an old witch like me."

Annabelle shrugged and grasped the elder witch's hand, squeezing her eyes shut as she steeled herself from the coming movement.

Here we go again!