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-Tubbo Underscore-
-August 21, 2022-
A Brief Brochure of Everything in the Wizarding World
Made by Professor Philza Watson
Annotations made by the DMO and LMAOB
Hello.
If you are reading this, it means you are a Muggle-born Wizard about to go to Hogwarts.
What does this mean?
Well, in this short guide, I will tell you all about this magical world that you are now thrown into the middle of.
Fantastic!
In case you don’t know me, I am Professor Philza Watson of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And that, dear reader, is where you shall be.
Let’s start with basic Linguistics that will be necessary to survive here:
-Muggle: A non-magical being.
-Squib: Born from magical parents, but non-magical.
-Apparate: To quickly move from one place to another; also known as teleportation (NOTE: apparition does not work in Hogwarts or the surrounding areas.
-Lord: Head of House/Family.
-Heir: Next in line for Lord.
-Master/Masteress: Part of the House, but not a Heir.
-House-elf: Works for that House.
-Wand: Source of Magic; used to focus someone’s magic on a certain time and space.
-Minister of Magic: Title for head of that region of magic used; used instead of Lord.
-Ministry of Magic: Headquarters to that Magical Regions government.
-Hogwarts: Britain’s Local Magic-focused school.
-Muggleborn: A wizard born from muggle parents*
-Auror: Dark Magic Defender.
-Professor: Title for someone who teaches magic at Hogwarts; used instead of Lord.
-Governor: Title for someone who works in the Ministries Parliament; used instead of Lord.
-Deatheaters: Avoid at all costs.**
-Dark Magic: Magic used against the betterment of wizards.***
-Butterbeer: A non-alcoholic drink that adds unicorn tears to root beer.
Some general terms that you will hear around the wizarding community:
-”Well Met”: Formal hello, usually followed by the title of the person it’s directed at
-”Farewell”: Formal goodbye
-”It would be my honor”: used as a way to say yes to someone higher than you
-”Lord/Lady ___ of House ___”: Used to name someone, always use their last name unless instructed to use their first. Then the lord or lady title can be dropped.
-”Merlin’s Beard”: Used as a way of conveying surprise
-”Dung Brains”: Used as a way to call someone stupid, derived from King Henry the Vlll’s zombie.
-”Mudblood”: A nasty way of calling someone impure, mainly used towards Muggleborns****
Now, some places that will be of worth knowing:
-London: the top of the Ministry of Magic; known to have the most magic out of any place in the world
-Hogwarts: as mentioned before, the school of magic located in Britain
-Hogsmeade: the town next to Hogwarts; apparition is allowed there
-Diagon Alley: the alleyway where most buyable goods will be
The rest will be learned through Hogwarts and time. Thank you for reading.
Notes:
*Historically, Mudblood has been the way many have called Muggleborns. It has only just been adapted in the last 50 years.- DMO
**While this doesn’t give much information, former Deatheaters are still around normal society, changing their ways- DMO
Deatheaters are still known to follow the Dark Lord's teachings, so be aware when talking to one. -LMAOB
***Dark Magic is now an allegiance that follows traditions and rules more closely. Not all who follow are bad.- DMO
Dark magic has historically been known to be bad.- LMAOB
****Mudblood has always been a way to put someone down, even when it was a common phrase.- LMAOB
“Look it. A mudblood.”
“Reading fucking Watson’s words.”
“Fucking prick.”
Tubbo sighed. Not an hour ago, he was in an orphanage, standing up for the smaller boys. Now, he was trying really hard to ignore the two drunks at the bar.
Thanks to Philza, or Professor Philza Watson of House Watson, if he wanted to be proper, Tubbo was now very aware of the two men belittling him. The part he wanted to know was how they guessed he was a muggle.
Tubbo then looked at his clothes, which had a “Muggle” band on it and sighed. Even his clothes were against him.
A loud clunk made Tubbo jump up. A full glass of Butterbeer sat right in front of him. Looking up, the kind bartender who served him lunch after Professor Bane dumped him here. Her name tag read “Helda Diema.”
“Um, I don’t have any… what do wizards take?”
“Sickles here,” She said, smiling, “And don’t worry about the money. Thought you could use a pick-me-up since those TWO ASSHOLES,” she glared at the drunks, “won’t leave you alone.”
Tubbo gave her a tired smile, “Thank you, Lady Helda Diema of House Diema.”
Helda barked a laugh, “No need to be so formal! Call me Helda. And you are?”
“Tubbo.”
Helda shook out a hand, “Nice to meet you, Tubbo. Here,” she passed him a pouch. Looking inside, gold and silver coins crashed around each other. “This will help you buy your supplies for Hogwarts.”
Tubbo shook his head, his eyes wide, “I-I can’t take your money.”
“Don’t be silly. Do you know how much I make from drunken idiots? Besides, Hogwarts supplies me with money to give kids whose teacher dumped them. You, Tubbo, have been dumped.”
“I’ve always been dumped,” Tubbo shrugged, “Kinda used to it.”
Helda looked at him with concern, “There is a lot to unpack there, but I think you’ve had enough headaches for the day. But if you ever need to talk, I’m a great listener.”
“Thanks, Helda.”
“No problem,” she started walking away when she turned back, “Oh. One more thing. There is a wonderful family shopping here for school supplies. They all are first-years. You should go talk to them. Meet some nice people.”
She walked away, ready to greet another teacher and student to the back. Whatever was back there, he hasn’t seen anyone come back out.
Taking Helda’s advice, he walked upstairs. There was a family, all talking and laughing. Tubbo, who usually was shy and quiet, decided to walk up to them. Long ago were his days of cowardice. Here, he was a brave wizard.
Walking to them, he got a better look at all of them.
The father, Tubbo presumed, had a scruffy beard and shoulder-length blonde hair, pulled into a man bun. He sported an AC/DC shirt, which was odd, since he was levitating the water pitcher to fill glasses. So he wasn’t a muggle.
The mother looked a bit more like a wizard. While she had skinny jeans on, her t-shirt was big and flowy, looking bohemian. She was adorned with jewelry that screamed magic. Unlike the father, she had brown, almost black, long wavy hair with hazel eyes.
The interesting part about the two was their kids. They looked exactly like them.
The tallest one, but only by an inch, was brooding in the corner, getting his brother off him. He had long, anime if Tubbo dared, styled hair, which was dyed pink. He was muscular, which was shown through his white tank top.
The second tallest looked like a version of the pink guy, but scrawnier. He didn’t nearly have as much muscle as pink did and if he did, it was hidden by his yellow sweater. It was an interesting choice considering that it was summer. His hair looked like his mother's, with brown swooped bangs. He was playing the guitar, seemingly lost in his own world.
The smallest child was talking very loudly, making Tubbo wince every time he spoke. He looked like the father, with his blonde curly hair. His red and white shirt had crumbs from what he was eating.
When Tubbo got to the table, he had to wait. Everyone was busy doing their own things. Except pink, who saw him, stared at him, and did nothing to signal his family that Tubbo was there.
The mother finally realized that there was someone standing there.
“Oh, my god. Kids! Phil! Look.”
She looked softly at him, but instead of talking he kind of stood there and stared at “Phil.” Because “Phil” was actually Professor Philza Watson of House Watson.
Phil shrugged to the side, “You okay, mate?”
Tubbo regained his posture and tried to remember what the brochure taught him, “Well met, Professor Philza Watson of House Watson.”
“Uh, well met,” Phil smirked, “You already know me, apparently, that Kristin, that’s Tommy,” “Hi!” “Tommy, sit down, you little shit! Anyway, that’s Wilbur and Technoblade.”
“Techno will do just fine,” Pink said.
“Also, about the formalities, you don’t have to do that mate,” Phil smiled, “Most of the world doesn’t do that anymore since it kind of blows. The only reason I put that in the brochure is because Hogwarts technically still does it and DOM requires I do.”
“How’d you know I read your brochure?”
“Well, you look like a muggleborn and every muggleborn reads it. Plus you’re holding it in your hands.”
“Oh.”
“By the way, what’s your name?”
Tubbo smacked himself internally, “Tubbo.”
“Well, Tubbo,” Kristin smiled, “I assume the professor that was supposed to show you stuff dumped you here?”
Tubbo nodded.
“Helda told you to come up here?”
Tubbo nodded again.
Kristin looked at Phil, “We better give her a big tip today. She made us a friend.”
Phil nodded before clapping, “Welp! Let’s get this show on the road. Wilbur, give me the guitar.”
“But I'm so close to figuring out this riff!” Wilbur complained.
“Will…”
Wilbur huffed, “Fine.”
Handing it to his father, Wilbur finally looked at Tubbo. Giving a nod, he turned to Tommy who was talking with him.
Phil seemed to be shrinking the guitar because it kept going down and down until it was a mini figurine. Phil placed it in his pocket and tapped it.
“How old are you, son?”
Tubbo hesitated, “Eleven, sir.”
Phil nodded, “Wilbur and Techno are 12. If you are going to be in this year, you must be smart. Like Tommy, supposably.”
“Oi, Phil!” Tommy yelled indignantly, “I’m smart, dumbass.”
Phil rolled his eyes, not paying attention to his son, “He’s 11, too. I think you two will get along.”
Tubbo nodded but highly doubted it. First off, Phil’s comment about him being smart was about as far from the truth as it gets. Tubbo was dumb. Like, dumb dumb. Second, in the small time that Tubbo has known Tommy, he seemed loud. Tubbo hated loud.
Still, like a good person, he walked over to Tommy and waved, if not a little timidly.
Tommy didn’t seem to notice or care about Tubbo’s shyness, opting to hug him instead. Tubbo flinched, before returning the hug. It felt… nice? Yeah, nice.
When was the last time he had gotten a genuine hug?
“So, Tubso,” Tommy clapped, “Any questions about the wizarding world so far?”
“Yeah. Why Tubso?”
“Cause why not?”
Tubbo stifled a giggle, “Okay… why did you call your father by his first name? Is that a wizarding thing? Do you not call wizard parents mum and dad?”
Tommy started walking down the stairs. When he reached the bottom, he waved at Helda, “Technically, Phil isn’t my dad. I’m adopted. Same as Wil.”
“Oh,” Tubbo said, “Sorry about that.”
Tommy grinned, opening the back door for Tubbo, “Why? I don’t need to know the lady who birthed me. She left the greatest thing ever made! But, no, it’s not a wizarding thing. In fact, if I’m feeling spicy, I call them dadza and mumza.”
Tubbo decided to not ask about that, “Um… why are we in the backroom of the pub?”
Tommy looked up at Phil, “You’ll see.”
Phil took out his wand and scanned his kids. He finally settled on Techno, “Want to do the honors?”
Techno tried very hard not to smile as he accepted the wand. Tapping on specific bricks, he was able to create a small melody out of them.
Suddenly, the bricks sprang to life, rolling into each other. And on the other side…
Tubbo gasped.
Buildings of all colors soared high into the sky, with curvy lamp-posts lighting up the way. Merchants were screaming to buy their items while children were laughing and running. The busy streets were alive with people laughing and talking. In the narrow sky, people on broomsticks zipped by.
“Woah,” Tubbo awed.
Tommy grinned, “I know, right?”
They started walking. Phil, Kristin, and Wilbur were talking about supplies while Techno walked behind them awkwardly.
Tommy nudged Tubbo to not stop at every window shop and admired it. It was quite hard, since everything was so shiny and cool.
"What other questions do you have?” Tommy said.
This was obviously a tactic to have Tubbo focus, but it worked.
“So… there’s politics?”
Tommy nodded, “Yep. Pretty nasty politics at that.”
“Can you explain it to me? I kind of got confused…”
Tommy grimaced, “Imma be honest, it’s very confusing. I don’t even really understand it. From what I can tell, it’s a bunch of rich white guys trying to stay in power.”
Tubbo winced, “Can you explain it to the best you can?”
Tommy nodded, “Basically, back then, when Muggleborns first started integrating themselves into the Wizarding Society, the Purebloods got mad. So, they created this system to make it better. It’s sucky and old-fashioned, but it has some good concepts.
“There are titles. The Titles, in order, are High Lord or Lady, Minister, Governer, Professor, Lord or Lady, Heir or Heiress, then Master or Masteress. High Lord is basically a wizard from a very long line of Wizards. Most aren’t, but there are still a couple. Minister, Governer, and Professor are the main Wizard jobs that make someone stand out. I don’t know the rest, though. Lord is head of the house, Heir is next in line, and the Master is a Muggleborn or child of a Lord who isn’t in line for the Head of the House. I’m a Master, because I’m technically a Muggleborn, Techno’s a Heir of House Watson, and Wilbur’s the Heir of House Gold.”
Tubbo gasped, “You’re a Muggleborn?”
Tommy smiled, “Yeah. Phil adopted me after my real mother abandoned me. He saw I was magical and took me in.”
“Nice to have another Muggleborn,” Tubbo said.
Tommy snorted, “Yeah, whatever. After titles, there are alliances. The main ones are the Light, Dark, and Grey.”
“Let me guess,” Tubbo said, “Light is the goody-two-shoes and Dark is bad?”
Tommy shook his head, “Much more complicated than that. Think of Light as progressive while Dark is much more traditional. The only reason it’s called Light and Dark is because of cores.”
“Cores?”
“Wand cores. Light cores focus more on practicality while Dark focuses on emotion. It’s called Light and Dark because of the color, not because one is worst than the other.”
“Oh. What are you?”
“Light.”
“Sounds about right.”
Tommy laughed, “Yeah, well, it’s not for the reasons you would think. Sure, I have that ‘Hero’ stereotypical look and behavior, but I’m not Light because of it.”
“Why then?”
“Because I think Werewolves should be treated like normal people.”
Tubbo was confused, “What does that have to do with Wand Cores?”
“Everything.”
“This world makes no fucking sense.”
Tommy beamed at Tubbo, “You do curse!”
Tubbo shrugged, “At my foster homes, I would’ve been punished for cursing. I figured this is a safe place to curse.”
Tommy nodded, his face twisted in thought, “You don’t happen to be in a foster home right now?”
“Nope. Last one kicked me out because of my Dyslexia.”
“Fucking pricks. Do you like where you are now?”
“God no. I’m a laughingstock there.”
“Hmm,” Tommy smiled, “I have an idea. Hey, Phil!”
Phil looked behind him at the mention of his name, “Yeah, mate?”
“Can Tubbo live with us until Hogwarts?”
“Sure, if he’s cool with it.”
Tommy looked at Tubbo, “Want to live with us?”
Tubbo was about to refuse but paused. Why? He hated where he was currently. They fucking sucked.
“Sure,” Tubbo calmly said.
“Fuck yeah!” Tommy said loudly, making a few heads turn. Instead of being embarrassed, Tubbo simply laughed.
Tommy hugged Tubbo tightly enough that he felt secure but not constrained.
Noticing this, Kristin came up and offered a hug. Tubbo nodded. She joined the hug, and soon everyone but Techno joined in.
Tubbo smiled. He had a family.
-Ranboo Belova-
-August 21, 2022-
Ranboo woke up to Niki aggressively shaking him.
“Mumph,” Ranboo groaned, “Get off.”
Niki stared at him before speaking, “It’s Hogwarts day.”
Ranboo opened his eyes. He raised himself to look at his sister, “Hogwarts day?”
“Hogwarts day.”
“Heck yeah!” Ranboo hopped out of bed. He quickly changed into clothes, heading downstairs to breakfast. Niki was already making breakfast, where, unsurprisingly, their mother wasn’t there.
Niki, not looking from their eggs, nodded at a letter. Ranboo tentatively picked it up, his hopes already down.
Dear Ranboo and Niki,
I did tell you that I would go shopping with you this morning. Sadly, the Auror’s office had a problem that needed to be solved immediately. I probably won’t be home before you go off to Hogwarts.
I’m really sorry and I promise to Flo as much as I can. But you know how it is. The safety of others is worth not being able to see your beautiful face. Barely, but still.
If you should have any problems, I have asked an old friend to take care of you. You don’t need to know who, just floo powder saying “Steve”. Should work.
Love you and I know you’ll do amazing things.
Mum
“Sorry, Boo,” Niki said, staring at the scrambling eggs, “We’ll have fun though.”
“17.”
“Huh?”
Ranboo shook his head, “17 times she has stayed here 24 hours. Since I can remember. I wish I wasn’t going to Hogwarts.”
“Don’t say that!”
“I most certainly will! For some reason, mum thought it was smart to put me in an advanced magic course even though, mum, she hasn’t been here enough to know I’m a Squib!”
“Ranboo,” Niki stared at him. Her icy, grey eyes contrasted with her mother’s and brother’s warm brown eyes. They seemed to sink right into the center of anyone’s mind, making the strongest have chills. Icy blue fog circled her.
Ranboo immediately stopped talking as Niki continued, “Anyone your age is green with envy because you get to do this early. Besides, we are especially lucky considering our… history. You can say this to me, but no one else. Understood.”
Ranboo nodded. It was rare when Niki would become cold. The only times he has seen her be intimidating is when she is protecting Ranboo. It’s sweet, if you get over how terrifying Niki can get.
“Now,” Niki warmed up, “Come eat your eggs.”
Ranboo grinned. Niki’s eggs were the best.
“Bacon?”
“Yep.”
“The good kind.”
“It’s American, don’t worry.”
Ranboo grunted, “Best thing that came out of that country.”
Niki laughed. The rest of the meal was the two of them, enjoying life like two siblings should.
Niki was rinsing the plates while Ranboo was theorizing, “Hogwarts probably has a dungeon of bones!”
“Why?” Niki giggled.
“Because I read a book.”
Niki laughed, “I didn’t know you could do that.”
Ranboo ignored her remark, “In that book, the wizard school had a cave of bones.”
“It’s a Muggle book?”
“Obviously. There are no good Wizarding books that aren’t educational. It’s stupid.”
“You make good ones and you’re a wizard.”
Ranboo shrugged, “OCs stories don’t get published.”
“Isn’t every book an OC story?” Niki asked, “Like, every Muggle book has original stories.”
“Not Wizarding books.”
“Maybe you’ll be the first Wizarding Fiction Author.”
Ranboo paused, “There’s an idea.”
Niki shrugged, “I have them occasionally.”
Niki finished the dishes, ruffled Ranboo’s head, and packed some money. Even though Niki was only 12, she was basically a mom. She did everything, except work (stupid underage wizard labor rules), to make their house enjoyable. Even though their mom was there sometimes, Ranboo wasn’t as close to their mom as Niki was. Niki was the “Heir”, so the Head of House was required to teach her. Not Ranboo, though. Not a Master.
“Ready to go?” Niki interrupted Ranboo’s daydreams.
Ranboo nodded as he walked to the fireplace. Even though the fireplace was huge, Ranboo had to duck down. The only way that Ranboo could one-up his sister was in height. He was a giant 11-year-old, while she was short, even for 12.
Niki had to duck slightly as she climbed into the fireplace. Holding a fist full of powder, she spoke confidently, “Diagon Alley.”
A sucking sensation and green flames filled Ranboo’s vision as he was whirled into the Alley’s cover pub. A family was talking, with people who seemed to be Hogwart students. Two of them, a tall blonde and short brunette, seemed to be his age.
The blonde was being very loud, making Ranboo wince. Even Niki, who usually was okay in loud areas, breathed in and out to calm herself.
“Come on,” Niki said.
“To where?” Ranboo asked, confused.
Niki looked over at the family, “They have Hogwarts students. Some look my age, maybe they can help us.”
“Or we can follow them.”
“Bingo.”
“Hell yeah. Social anxiety.”
Niki smiled, “Yeah! Social anxiety!”
Ranboo laughed as they walked behind the family. Thankfully, the back people were the loud blonde and their brunette friend or brother or something. It didn’t matter, because they didn’t notice weird kids following them.
A blonde man, the father probably since he looked ancient, handed a wand to a pink-haired kid. The pinkette opened the bricks. The brunette in front of them looked stunned, making Ranboo smirk.
Muggleborn, aye?
The family walked forward, as did Ranboo and Niki.
They followed behind the family for a good while. Ranboo was listening to the blonde and brunette talk about politics, making Ranboo yawn.
“You good?”
Niki was staring at him with some level of concern.
Ranboo nodded, “Fine. Just tired.”
Niki looked at him skeptically, but nodded.
Suddenly, Ranboo bumped into the family in front of him. He let out a grunt in suprise.
A woman, the mother, looked at him in concern while the blonde looked annoyed.
“Oi, bitch!” The blonde cursed, “Look where you’re going, twat! We were having a nice moment and you fucking ruined it!”
Since the words were a suprise to Ranboo, plus the cursing and yelling, Ranboo felt tears well up.
“Oh shit,” The blonde said, “You’re crying. Shit, I’m so sorry.”
The brunette stared at him with sympathy, while the blonde tried to make it better with him.
“Here,” he said, pulling out a chocolate frog, “Um… hope this helps.”
Niki took the chocolate box, exaimined it, then handed it back to the woman. She then turned to the blonde, daggers in her eyes, “Who the merlin do you think you are to yell at a random stranger?”
A man, blonde like his supposed son, stepped behind the mother, “There a problem?”
Niki’s eyes went wide as she bowed. Ranboo did the same, though had no idea why.
“Well met, Professor Philza Watson of House Watson,” Niki said, her cheeks slightly red, “I apologize for me and my brother’s horrid greeting.”
“Eh,” Watson shrugged, “Call me Phil.”
Niki rose, slightly confused, “Um…”
Phil smiled, “I find titles pretentious.”
Niki stared at him, suspicious, “I hope you’re not offended that I don’t give my name.”
Phil nodded, “Completely understand, mate.”
Ranboo looked around. The tension seemed thick between Niki and Phil. A thin line seemed to twist and knot between the two.
Ranboo, noticing the tension, held Niki’s hand. She broke Phil’s gaze to smile thankfully at Ranboo.
“I’m Ranboo,” he started, “Ranboo… Nihachu.”
Niki looked at him in suprise. Nihachu was her nickname, something she adopted when she didn’t want to be known. Niki scrunched her face, nodding towards the family.
“Well met, Master Ranboo Nihachu of House Nihachu,” the brunette kid said. The taller brunette, the one with the yellow sweater, looked at him with amusement.
“Oh, uh…” Ranboo wasn’t used to be treated with respect, “Thanks.”
“Well, Nihachu, Ranboo, it’s nice to meet you,” Phil said. He turned towards his family, “That’s Kristin, she’s my beautful wife, that’s Techno, he’s my heir, that’s Tommy, his friend Tubbo, and that’s…”
Phil trailed off, noticing the sweater guy’s anxiety. A faint blue outline pulsed from him.
“Wilbur,” he said quietly.
Ranboo gasped, “As in-?”
“Yep,” Wilbur snapped, “As in that Soot!”
Wilbur was clearly irritated, so Ranboo flinched back, apologizing. Tubbo looked at Wilbur, questioning what just happened.
Wilbur sighed, shaking his head, “Sorry, just… it’s been a long twelve years.”
Niki quitely said, “That must be hard. I would hate being known for one thing that you have no control over.”
Wilbur blinked, “...Yeah.”
“Ranboo…” Phil pondered, “Ranbooooo…”
“Yeah?” Ranboo asked.
“That name’s familiar. You don’t happened to be a first year student, right?”
“Actually,” Ranboo said, his ears turning red, “I am. How’d you know?”
“As the Headmaster, I should probably know my students.”
Ranboo gasped. It had been in the back of his head, wondering where he had heard of Phil Watson.
“Oh my merlin,” Ranboo said, humilated, “I bumped into my Headmaster’s son.”
Phil laughed, “He probably needs to be hit occasionally.”
“Oi!” Tommy yelled. Ranboo laughed, and even Niki and Wilbur, who have been quiet for most of this, laughed. The only person who wasn’t even interacting was Techno.
“Well, Ranboo,” Phil said, “You, Tubbo, and Tommy were chosen to be put in Hogwarts a year earlier, meaning you are more powerful than most. Or more problematic, TOMMY.”
Tommy gave an innocent look, which made Phil huff, “Anyway, Ranboo, go ahead and introduce yourself. I think this will be good for you to meet other people. You can come shop with us, if you want.”
Ranboo gulped, a little bit scared, but nodded.
Tommy, for the first time since getting there, wasn’t talking. The three of them walked awkwardly, only being outdone by Wilbur and Niki. They were slowly trudging next to each other, but eventually starting talking about music. They clicked immediately, which made Ranboo happy. It’s been a while since she’s had friends.
“Um…” Tubbo started.
Ranboo looked at him, his ears perked. Tommy looked at him with curiosity, waiting for the shorter to talk.
“Did you know that one ounce of honey would fuel a bee's flight around the world?”
-Joey Campbell-
-August 21, 2022-
“Joey! Pay attention!”
Joey’s father whipped his hands with his wand. Joey winced, backing away. He straightened his back.
Joey was in Ollivander’s, picking his wand. Joey, who could usually compose himself very well, was boucing off the walls in excitement.
“Well met, Lord Garrick Ollivander of House Olivander,” Joey’s father huffed. He hated when he had to greet first. As much as he hates it, Ollivander is the higher wizard.
“Well met, Governer Blaise Campbell of House Campbell,” Ollivander smiled, “I assume the Heir is here to pick up his wand.”
“Heir Campbell is,” His father said, hinting at the proper etiquette that Ollivander clearly didn’t bother using.
“Very well,” Ollivander said, ignoring his etiquette lesson, “However, Governer, I must ask that you leave. This is a process for me and the Heir alone.”
Joey gulped. A-alone?
Joey’s father stared at Ollivander, his icy blue eyes piercing through Ollivander. When he didn’t back down, Joey’s father nodded, “Joseph,” he used Joey’s full name, “Behave.”
Joey nodded, making sure his facade didn’t slip. When his father left, Joey looked around, a tad bit scared.
Not that he would ever admit that.
“Now, Joey,” Ollivander started, but stopped when Joey let out a squawk.
“You,” he stammered, “You used my first name.”
Ollivander smiled, “The perks of being here so long is that you don’t care about titles as you grow.”
Joey looked at him and nodded, “Um… can I get a wand?”
Ollivander smiled, “Most times, it takes me a couple tries, sometimes weeks to find the perfect wand. Yet, I think I’ve found yours.”
He takes out a wand behind the counter. Inside, a wand with detailed carvings sat.
“This one practically spoke to me as soon as I heard you were coming here,” Ollivander smiled, “It is made of Redwood, possess a Dark Dragon Heartstring core, and it's Stiff. Perfect for… Well, I don’t need to say those motives out loud, do I?”
Joey took the wand and immediately felt a rush of power surge through him. The wand seemed to be fitted in his hand. It felt… like his.
Giving a swoop, Lumos (he has seen his father do it and has done it himself), a light flickered on. Please with himself, he nodded at Ollivander.
“Thank you, Lord Ollivander,” Joey bowed deeply. He took some sickles out from his pocket and handed it to the man.
Ollivander accepted it and waved goodbye as Joey left. His father was waiting impatiently by the store, staring at someone.
When Joey saw who he was looking at, he gasped.
Wilbur Soot. Right there.
He ran to his father, “Look, father. Soot.”
His father nodded, his eyes dark. Suddenly, he turned to Joey and grabbed him with such force it almost made Joey jump.
“Listen, Joey,” his father hissed, “I want this to be clear. Make friends with him. Get him to do what you want. Do anything it takes.”
Joey nodded, thinking about what he could do to befriend Soot.
“And,” his father continued, “If he doesn’t decide to do the right thing by accepting you…
“Destroy him.”