After leaving Madam Malkin's with our robes neatly packed away, we found Mrs. Snape waiting for us at the shop's entrance. She had a stack of books from Flourish and Blotts tucked into her arms.
"Here are all the books you'll need," she said, handing the stack to my dad, who looked slightly overwheld by the weight. "Now, I think it's ti for the most exciting part of your shopping trip—getting your wands at Ollivanders."
The idea of holding a wand of my own sent a thrill of excitent through . We walked a short distance to a narrow, ancient-looking shop with a sign that read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.
The shop's bell jingled as we stepped inside, and we were imdiately surrounded by towering shelves filled with narrow boxes. The air slled of polished wood and sothing faintly magical, like lightning after a storm.
An old man with silvery hair and wide, curious eyes erged from the shadows. He moved with an odd, fluid grace as though he were a part of the magic in the room.
"Ah, Eileen Prince," the man said, his voice soft but sharp. "Dragon heartstring, 10 inches, blackthorn. Supple. Still serving you well, I presu?"
Mrs. Snape smiled faintly. "Indeed it is, Mr. Ollivander."
The wandmaker's piercing gaze shifted to us. "And these must be the new students. Well, well. Let's begin. Who shall go first?"
Severus stepped forward, looking both nervous and excited. "I'll go," he said.
"Right-handed, I assu?" Ollivander asked.
Severus nodded. The wandmaker began pulling boxes from the shelves with quick, precise movents.
"Try this one. Hazel, unicorn hair, 11 inches. Swishy."
Severus gave it a flick, but the wand emitted a small bang, causing a stack of books to topple over. My parents jumped, but Mrs. Snape waved it off. "Completely normal."
After another failed attempt, Ollivander's eyes glead. "Perhaps... this one." He opened a box and handed Severus a wand made of ebony with a dragon heartstring core. The mont Severus held it, the room seed to hum with energy.
"Ah, ebony, 10 ½ inches, unyielding," Ollivander said with satisfaction. "Excellent for spells requiring precision and control. A wand that chooses soone destined for mastery in the magical arts."
Severus looked at the wand with awe, then stepped aside as Lily was called forward.
"Let's see now," Ollivander mused, pulling another box. Lily tried three wands before finally holding one that emitted a soft golden glow.
"Willow, phoenix feather, 10 ¼ inches," he announced. "Ideal for charm work, adaptable, and quite loyal. A wand for soone with great potential."
Lily bead, clutching her wand tightly. Now, it was my turn.
I stepped forward, feeling the weight of Ollivander's sharp gaze. "Right hand," I said quickly, to avoid the question.
Ollivander began pulling wand after wand from the shelves. Each ti, I felt nothing, and so attempts even caused small explosions or gusts of wind.
After the ninth try, he paused and looked thoughtful. "Curious... Very curious."
He disappeared into the back and returned with a box that looked older than the others, its edges fraying slightly. "Try this," he said, his voice softer.
The wand was a deep, glossy black with a faint silver sheen. As soon as I touched it, a warm, electric sensation ran up my arm. The air seed to shimr.
"Yew wood, 12 inches, thestral hair core," Ollivander said, his tone reverent. "A rare combination. Yew wands are powerful and suited to those destined for greatness. The thestral hair core speaks of soone who has faced darkness but erged stronger. This is a wand of transformation, both for the caster and the world around them."
Everyone stared at as I held the wand. I felt a little self-conscious under Ollivander's intense gaze. "Well," he said finally, "it seems you are set for a remarkable journey, Miss Evans."
With our wands in hand, we left Ollivanders and made our way through the rest of our shopping list—potion ingredients, cauldrons, and even matching suitcases for Lily and .
At Eeylops Owl Emporium, we picked out twin snowy owls. Lily nad hers Marie, and I nad mine Anna. The owls were curious and elegant, their bright yellow eyes scanning everything with intelligent precision.
Our last stop was Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. The brightly colored shop was bustling with wizards and witches of all ages enjoying towering sundaes. We each ordered a cone—Severus and I chose chocolate, while Lily picked strawberry.
As we ate, Mrs. Snape chatted with my parents about Hogwarts, while Severus described his recent trip to Brazil. "My grandfather took to see a Quidditch match between the Brazilian and Bulgarian teams," he said, his dark eyes lighting up with excitent. "It was incredible. Their Chasers were brilliant!"
Lily leaned closer. "Did you fly while you were there?"
"A bit," Severus admitted. "Grandfather got a broom for my birthday."
As Severus talked, I watched him with a soft smile, enjoying his enthusiasm.
By the ti we finished our ice cream, the sun was beginning to set. Mrs. Snape guided us to a quieter spot in the alley and said, "It's ti to get you ho."
She apparated us back to our house one by one. When it was my turn to leave, I hugged Severus tightly. "Write to , Sev," I said softly.
"I will," he promised.
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