The Wand Chooses The Wizard

[Linds]

Damian stepped up to the counter, staring at up at the old man behind it with a raised eyebrow as he wondered what sort of wand he would be getting today. After Ollivander asked him a few questions and seemed to look him over a bit, he walked back among the dusty shelves and extracted three long, narrow boxes which he placed in a row along the counter and gestured for Damian to try them one at a time. Beginning with the leftmost box, he read the label carefully before opening it. Ivy, twelve inches, unicorn hair, sturdy... He scoffed at the thought of getting a unicorn hair for a core: those weren't suited to his sort of magic he was sure. He pulled out the wand and gave it a wave, but it was as if nothing had happened at all. Moving on to the second box, which read 'Vermelha, ten and a half inches, kelpie hair, flexible', he opened it and withdrew the slightly shorter wand to try. Giving the second one a flick, a sputtering sound came from it and the wand seemed to shy away from his touch. Rolling his eyes, he pulled out the next wand which was apparently rigid and made of cypress, its length being eleven inches and having a core of doxy wing. As he opened the box he witnessed the wand trembling slightly, as if in excitement, and extending his hand he could almost feel it rush to meet his grasp. He smirked slightly and waved the wand, a cloud of grey smoke emerging and hanging over the shop's ceiling like a cloudy sky before dissipating moments later.

Chang practically skipped into the wand shop, beaming from ear to ear as his mother chastened him from the doorway to calm down a bit. Ignoring her instruction, he bounced right up to the counter and smiled up at the old wandmaker who seemed equally happy to see him. "Hello mister Ollivander sir! My name's Chang Corner, and I'm here for a wand," he said brightly and bit his ilp to keep from getting too excited as the old man seemed to size him up. He answered all the questions honestly and watched with bated breath as three boxes were fetched from the shelves and placed on the counter before him. He stood up tall to see the labels: one wand was plum, one avodire, and one birch. He grabbed the avodire one first, since that name sounded so cool and mysterious, and gave it a quick wave. Nothing happened, and only slightly disheartened he returned it to its box. Next was the birch, since he figured he'd go in alphabetical order now that he'd started it. A flick, and again nothing spectacular seemed to be happening...Chang was a little bit worried. What if his mother had been wrong, and none of the magical things had ever happened to him? What would his grandparents think of having a Squib for a grandson...? He picked up the third wand and closed his eyes, silently praying that it would be the one. He flicked it, opened his eyes, and the old man's waistcoat had turned a bright yellow with pink spots. Chang laughed slightly, looking at the wand in his hand and smiling, knowing it really suited him because it felt like he'd always had it.

A young Victoire Weasley strode into Ollivander's, accompanied by her mother and two younger siblings. With a smile from the old wandmaker, she walked up to the counter and smiled back, saying a quick 'hello'. After a few bizarre questions and some intense staring from the shop's owner, she was presented with three boxes. The first wand she tried was of alligator juniper, and though it didn't have any effect she really liked the look of it. The second was buckeye, which she thought was a rather funny name, and seemed to have two cores mixed within it. She gave it a wave, and it merely fizzled and spat a few sparks much like someone coughing. Frowning just slightly, Victoire picked up the third wand of poculi, another strange name, and swished it through the air. As if by magic--well, of course by magic--a bright light shot out of the wand and formed a globe, circling the wand and its new owner before disappearing. Victoire smiled back at her mother as mister Ollivander returned her new wand to its box and gave it back to her.

Pavel stepped into Gregorovich's wand shop, looking around at the dank and dusty room before approaching the old wandmaker. "I've come to get a wand," he murmured and stared blankly at the old man's curious gaze. He knew he was a bit old to be getting his first wand; actually, he was too old to be entering any sort of magical school ordinarily speaking, but still here he was trying to buy his wand. He tried several wands, and eventually was presented with three choices: among them was a wand of linden, sturdy at thirteen inches and with a doxy wing core. He gave it a wave and nodded in satisfaction as a blast of icy air filled the room. It felt right, somehow, that this wand should be his. He paid the man and walked out, new wand in hand.

[Jam]

James: Rowan, 14 inches, Billywig Stinger & Phoenix Tail Feather, sturdy
Brendon: Paduak, 15 inches, Griffin Claw, flexible
Nicola: Alligator Juniper, 10.5 inches, Fwooper Feather & Phoenix Tail Feather, sturdy

will do the full post when I can

[Zaners]

All the in character posts will be moved here when the wands have been decided upon. It just keeps the other thread fresh.

[Dexter Llewellyn Greyback]

Dexter peered over the counter in the wand shop, sweeping a gaze over the shelves and shelves of boxes and studying the wands on display. "Is that one Ziricote?" he said, nearly leapfrogging onto the counter to point at one, not really noticing whether the old man was listening as he carefully picked out boxes in the back. "It's from the Cordia family, isn't it? Cordia plants have the most brilliant names for their fruits. D'you think they're descended from magical plants, because it's mad to think Muggles would eat anything called snottygobbles, but--are those them?" he piped up, looking with wide eyes at the three wands placed before him. The first one Ollivander handed him, apparently the easiest for a First-Year to handle, was a light cherry wood with a core of unicorn hair, and holding it felt like he imagined it might feel to hold a dream as it faded away. He wrinkled his nose, but gave it a wave nonetheless. The wand gave a small sputter of light--REM sleep, he decided, quite fitting for a dream-wand, but not quite fitting for much else. The next was a dark, sturdy spruce with a Doxy wing core--fascinating things, doxies, and the wand felt fascinating, too, less like holding a dream and more like a stormy sky. Or like a full moon. (He didn't much like full moons.) A wave, and the wand dug almost painfully into his palm, seeming to strike right down into the pit of his belly where anger would always start. Also, a glass shattered. Not the best, there. Finally, he picked up the third wand, a straight golden thing of Kaya (Japanese, his mind provided for him, quite rare) with an augurey tail feather at its core. The moment it touched his fingers, he sharply took in his breath. A warm wind whirled around him, tasting almost like the sea, and for a moment he swore he could see all of time. With a thrilled smile, he called, "Thank you!" to Ollivander as he threw his payment on the counter and scampered out of the shop to show Caddie.

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[Storm Caddoc Greyback]

Mr. Garrick Ollivander had set three wands in front of the boy standing at his counter. When he’d walked in with the woman whose resemblance was so strong she could only be his mother, he’d seemed nervous, like he didn’t like the number of people crowding the streets of Diagon Alley that day. The boy had stepped forward and introduced himself and asked for a wand in one of the most polite manners Garrick had seen in years, the old man knew that this was going to be interesting. And he was right – with the wands placed in front of him, the boy’s eyes immediately went to one and stayed there. When the lad grasped that wand – well, that was something that Garrick didn’t get to see very often. The boy – Storm Greyback – immediately relaxed and looked as though he’d lost that wand many years ago and had just happened upon it once again. The 14-inch-long wand was made of Madrona with a double core of demiguise hair and unicorn hair, and when young Greyback passed the sturdy wand through the air, swirls of blue and silver danced from the tip. And Mr. Ollivander smiled back at the lad in front of him – Hogwarts would be producing quite a talented Transfiguration wizard over the next seven years.

They’d tried wand after wand after wand and none of them had been a good fit. His mother had been waiting surprisingly patiently for about an hour and Felix could tell she and his sister were getting a bit bored – and Pansy and Clover Zabini did not like to be kept waiting. Not that they could possibly be any more frustrated than Felix himself. Clover had found hers relatively quickly – Felix, on the other hand, was starting to wonder if he’d ever find a wand. Even the nice old man behind the counter was looking frazzled. Finally, Felix picked up a reddish colored wand – Poculi, 12 inches, fairy wing core, quite swishy, the old man said – and swished it through the air… A jet of silver sparks shot out of the end and boxes came flying off of the shelves, causing the old man to duck and Clover to howl in laughter. Yes, this was definitely the wand for Felix.

[Aleksander Nikolai Krum]

Aleksander had made it through robe fitting (one podium away from a boy twice his size who stared at him like a small animal he couldn't wait to slaughter), book-buying (in a store so loud and crowded and cramped that he nearly crushed Slava's hand trying to stave off a panic attack), and running into a Triwizard Tournament friend of his father's (who immediately ruffled Aleksander's hair and said with a laugh and a wink, "My, my. You certain this one is yours?" making him want to disappear and spare his father the humiliation of being near him), and his finger hurt. No matter how many times Slava elbowed him, he couldn't help it - when he caught himself wanting to chew up his lip with the stress, he dug his thumbnail into his finger instead. He'd done it too much. Now it just hurt. He couldn't even drudge up any of his excitement from this morning at the prospect of finally getting his wand; as they sat and waited for another student to get hers, all he wanted to do in the world was drop his head to Slava's shoulder and go to sleep. Maybe cry. But he wouldn't do that, because he wasn't going to be that kind of person anymore. When it was his turn, he slid off the bench and wearily looked over the three wands before him. The first one - Reed, ten inches, Kelpie Hair - seemed to curl with revulsion in his hand (of course even the wand wouldn't like him). The old man introduced the second one, and the second the word 'Doxy' came out of his mouth, Aleksander flashed on the horrible little things skittering and squeaking and biting him for hours and hours in the dark, and he abruptly yelped, "No!" startling everyone in the shop except Stas. Stupid, pathetic, stupid. Mercifully, the old man didn't say anything to that, just held out the third wand. Mahogany, twelve inches, Griffin Claw. Sturdy - challenging to learn, but powerful. The moment he touched it, something happened to him. Warmth rushed through his entire body, collecting in his chest with a golden glow, and suddenly he was standing straighter, his anxiety tamped down by a steady calm. He looked toward the door, and his father smiled back, looking warm-eyed and proud. Wand in hand, he suddenly felt like maybe he could make it through this after all.

It found her on her second try. The first had been close, but not quite, the strength of the Walnut and Griffin Claw feeling good but the swishiness of it making the magic sputter and Clover's nose wrinkle while Felix snickered over her shoulder. She handed it back, and the old man searched for a new wand to try while Felix got swatted. By her. "Shh," she hissed at him to quiet his whining when the old man came back, introducing a longer, thinner wand. Sequoia, twelve inches, Fwooper Tail Feather, not swishy so much as flexible. The moment she had it grasped firmly in hand, a warm, earthy glow spread all the way from the tip of the wand to her shoulder, and for just a moment she swore she could hear the owls in the Owlery murmuring to each other. Mummy clapped, and Felix crowed with surprise, and Clover grinned. "Be careful with this wand, young lady," the old man warned, his voice shifting lower with a seriousness that made her eyebrows go up. "Cores like this one have a dangerous reputation." The bell jangled, and Clover glanced toward the door to see the cockroach of a boy who had made fun of Felix for his pink scarf last month, calling Felix that word when he had argued that it wasn't pink, but fuschia. (It was pink.) The last time she'd seen this particular bully, two of his teeth had been loose and her fist had been hurting. The boy actually flinched back a step when he caught her eyes on him, and she turned back to her wand, smiling fondly down at it. "Good," she said. "So do I."

[Stanislav Mikhail Dimitrov]

Thank Merlin that the entire Krum family knew English. Stanislav had only been learning English for a year, and while he had a quite good grasp on the language for such a short amount of time, being nervous made using the foreign language much more difficult. And there was no way his father would’ve taken the time to go with him to get his school supplies. Added to that, Shura looked like he was going to panic at any moment, gripping onto his hand and digging his thumb into his finger – Stanislav kept telling him to not do that, he was going to hurt himself, but he didn’t want him to bite his lip either… The worst moment was when one of Uncle Viktor’s friends thought that Stanislav, not Aleksander, was his eldest – Shura looked like he wanted to melt into the floor when the man ruffled his hair. But when he got his wand, his best friend developed a completely different demeanor, calmer, happier, more confident and less like he was about to try to hide behind Stanislav’s taller form. And Stanislav was honestly jealous of the smile that Shura got from his father, all warm and full of pride. He had never gotten a smile like that from either of his parents, and as he approached the counter, watched over by someone else’s family during one of the most important moments in a young wizard's life, he realized that he never would. But he drew himself up to his full height, smiled at Shura standing next to him in support, and turned to greet the elderly man behind the counter who had been so kind to his shy friend. Mr. Ollivander only had two questions for him before looking him closely in the eye. He hadn’t done that to anyone else as far as they’d seen, but Stanislav could handle it. He could tell that the old man was gentle and Stanislav had nothing to hide from someone who was so compassionate. Mr. Ollivander disappeared into the back and was gone for quite a while. When he returned, he only had one box in his hand – a 13-inch Monterillo wand with the same core as Shura’s: Griffin Claw. As soon as he touched it, it felt warm and surprisingly heavy in his hand, a red glow surrounded his hand as a gold shimmer spread up and down the shaft of the wand, lighting up the surrounding space and spreading a sense of comfort throughout his body. As Uncle Viktor paid for the wands, Stanislav took Shura’s hand and they both walked out into the sunlight, grinning happily.

[Zagen Kel Levan]

Standing tall but still small for his age, Zagen stood at the counter, his parents on either side of him; his mother's hands clasped in front of her thinking of how much this will cost, while his father waited with arms crossed of what his son would receive. Now Zagen knew that both his parents expected him to get a strong wand, for their son was bright for his age. Bright in intelligence and street smart...well too a point. Zagen glanced at the elderly man, getting a good look over and asked the questions, which he responded in simple replies of, "Right, Black, Spring." The elder gave him a stare, glancing at his parents but choose wisely not to question it. Returning with three wands, he placed each in front of the future wizard, seeing the young male's eyes lit up. Now, Ollivander knew just by looking at his male, and knew what his parents were, this was going to be an interesting wand selection. And it was. The elder watched as the young man touched the maple wood with a stare but seemed to shove it to the side, seeming to know it would disapprove himself and his parents. He then took the vinewood wand in his hand seeming to test it once, before trying out the Makore. And his eyes lit up. It was a beauty wood, with manicore hair. Grabbing it ever so carefully, the young levan tested it seeing the wand seem to spring to life and send out black rose which bloomed...then slowly died away. Wand decided. "Makore, 13 inches, manitcore hair, springy."

Kleos Greyback was next, the elderly man noticed, and as he stared at the male in front of him, he saw one of the many Greyback siblings he been seeing around. Now, he didn't mention it, for there wasn't a point. Kleos was a shy one, the elder noticed, but smart, for it was plain on his face. There was just something off about him, for he seemed distance. But Kleos did smile up at him once he approached, and answered his questions in a calm but polite manner. A bit surprised, the elder walked back to the racks, staring among the wands in thought deciding which way to go with this male. He saw no evil in his eyes, no prankster either. Just a smart kid. That decided, he choose the three heading back resting each in front of the young male. Apple was too joyful for him, for it seemed to be too jumpy and too willing to work for the smart lad. It was laid to the side without another thought. The black limba made him think, the elder noticed, for he took his time, seeing if the wand would respond to his words, or if he could command anything. It seemed the wood wanted to do the opposite. Sighing, Kleos placed it in the box shoving it too the side, seeming to have a look of regret on his face. Reassuring the young lad, the elder gave him the third wand, patting his hand. The elder smiled as the male grinned, opening the box with a happy expression looking at the wand inside. Now, Ollivander didn't know much about this wood yet, but he knew this much; it was the perfect one for the boy. He smiled as the young lad sent out a paper crane, watching it fly above his head with a bright smile. "Sycamore, 10 inches, Griffin Claw, flexible"

Ollivander had to blink twice once the young girl entered his shop that morning. My, she reminded him of another kid he saw recently. Perhaps they were siblings. Deciding best to not to wonder, he smiled at the red head, who was all but covered in mud from the rain, and seemed to have paint on her face. "Eeva Bella L'van present and ready!" Ollivander was sure of it now; indefinably siblings in some form. Or perhaps cousins? Shrugging it off for it didn't matter at the moment, he looked at the young girl who was all but beaming happily at the idea of her own wand. What a sight. Happy by the responses he got from her, and how joyful she was, Ollivander calmly went threw the racks, smiling quietly to himself. Now, she was in between wasn't she? With that mind, he selected his three, heading back to the counter. As he suspected, she was quiet excited about the choices, and gave each wand a chance to show her what it had inside her. Well, expect for the Butternutt one, the elder noticed. That one got just a few swishes before she put it in the case declaring that it was too weak for her. He kept it mind. The second wand, Shedua, made her smile and beam of the strength and its nature. Calm, but mild. She kept it out as a contender. But Ollivander knew that was the one. She gave the last one a glance, touched the wood, then tried a spell with just a flick of her hand. Too easy again. She put in the case, and went back to the Shedua, saying happily "This is the one" and grinned at him with a smile. "Thats Shedua, 11.5 inches, Demiguise Hair, sturdy"

[Zagen Kel Levan]

With a huff, and a slam, the culpurt stood glaring at the figure waiting outside by the window, his back turned and watching the crowd. Deciding to let the man be, Alec Dalakis headed toward the counter, glancing at the elder man who merely blinked at him in return. "Alec Dalakis. I'm here for my wand choices." Ollivander gave the male a stare, unsure what to think. Now, that wasn't nice was it? With a sigh, the elder man asked the same questions, getting not so surprising answers. Now he excepted to this kid...or was he a teen, have a dark side too him. Ollivander headed toward the racks, pondering over the choices to choose from. There was definitely certain ones out of the question . Taking a bit longer, he returned with the three wands he choose, laying each in front of the male. Now as Ollivander watched the male choose, it took longer then his previous ones for all the wands were excellent choices for him. But after awhile, Blood Wood was gone from the choices, having not been a strong enough spell to the male's liking. Poplar was up for a bit, as Ollivander watched the male feel the wood carefully and calmly, before try a spell at the wall, frowning at the impact. Was he still not satisfied? Ollivander raised an eyebrow at the damage, a broken wall of course. Still not to his liking. Shaking it off, he heard an excellent, turning his head toward the wizard. He should of guessed Dogwood would of won, for it obviously fits the male in front of him. Even if it was a hard wood to make it obey him, he was sure this Alec wouldn't have any problems. "Dogwood, 14 inches, Boomslang Venom, inflexible"

When Caleb Dragonmir came into his shop looking prepared to make his selection, Ollivander had to get a good luck of the male. Just by looking at his features, the elder man knew that he was a prankster. His clothes and his eyes showed it more then anything else about him. "Caleb Dragonmir, here and ready." And he was rather cheery as well apparently. With a smile, Ollivander asked the questions, getting cheery and happy answers in response. Interesting indeed. The elder man headed to the racks, scanning over the choices in deep thought. Out of the choices he picked, the elder man didn't know which one this prankster would lean too. The elder man watched quietly as the young man known as Caleb stared at the three choices he was provided. He tested out the Black Laurel first, seeing how it felt and smiled at how it worked and went along with his orders. Calmly, he set it too the side, looking at the remaining too. He tried Fir next, swinging it to the side, but obviously didn't like how limited technique he got out of it. It wasn't his cup of tea, nor did it fit him. It was set to the side shoved away. Out of the question. The elder man watched as the young man went to the Redwood wand, but yelped as the wand seemed to not even want to be touched. The elder raised an eyebrow as he watched the kid grab the wand seeing it spark and set a candle a light. The kid shoved it away quickly, seeming to glare at the wand, before going back to the Black Laurel. He smiled feeling the bond form, the warmth, and the seeming joy the wand had. Perfect. Happily he grinned at the elder man before moving his hand with the wand to command a bucket of confetti fall around them. Ollivander laughed, shaking his head. "Black Laurel, 13 inches, Fwooper Feather [double], springy"

[Lexi Galina Krum]

A little girl with her dark hair pulled up in a high, swinging ponytail bounced into the wand shop and stepped right up to the counter. The old man and owner chuckled at her enthusiasm, walking to the back of the shop and returning with three wand boxes which he laid out on the counter top. "It's this one," she said with absolute certainty, pointing at the box on the left. The man just smiled and opened the one on the right, gesturing to a fourteen-inch cocobolo wand with a manticore hair core. "Why don't you give all three a try?" he suggested as gently as he could. The little girl just turned to a couple of boys who'd walked in with her father - some of last year's customers - and sighed. "Alright, but it's still that one..." she murmured and picked up the most rigid of the three wands. A wave, and nothing; the wand wouldn't respond to her at all. She picked up the center one next: linden, eleven inches, whippy with a dragon heartstring core. The wand made a sputtering sound, but aside from a bit of water spitting out of the tip and soaking the old man's jacket no magic was to be had from it. She picked up the third wand - her wand - in both hands and looked at it lovingly. "Ipe, twelve inches, fwooper and hippogriff feathers. Flexible," she said confidently and gave it a wave. A shower of golden light sprung from the tip and swirled around her, lifting her hair and making her eyes squint with its intense brightness.

"Told you so," she said with a smile as bright as her wand's first attempt at magic, and the old man just nodded and chuckled again. This was an interesting child...her wand was a contradiction, but he had a feeling that miss Lexi Krum was like a stone in the middle of a river; stoic, unmovable, and in quiet control of her surroundings. Watching her grow into a talented witch would be most intriguing.