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Character: Justin Finch-Fletchley
Prompt: (Object) Wand
Glancing at the parchment, Justin Finch-Fletchley was pleased to note that nearly everything was crossed off. Only one item remained – and it was the most important, according to Professor Flitwick. All Justin had left to purchase was his wand. He was certain a wand would make him feel like an official wizard.
“Where to next?” Isabelle Fletchley, his mother, asked.
“Ollivander’s,” Justin answered, “for my wand.” According to Professor Flitwick, Ollivander’s was the finest wand store in Diagon Alley.
Isabelle made a noise of agreement as she looked at her watch. “We’ll have enough time to meet your father for dinner,” she stated.
Justin offered his mother a smile. His father had wanted to join them today, but he was detained by important business. “Hopefully we can return over the Winter Holidays,” he said.
His mother returned his smile. “That sounds wonderful,” she agreed.
The pair walked a few storefronts down, stopping outside of Ollivander’s. To be honest, the store didn’t look like much from the exterior.
Without waiting for his mother to comment, Justin opened the door for her. Isabelle stepped in with Justin following a few paces behind.
“Welcome,” an older wizard greeted behind the counter. There were aisles of wands behind the man. His eyes fell on Justin. “First year, I presume?”
Justin nodded in response.
The wizard, most likely Ollivander, pulled his wand out. “Please step forward,” he requested. “Which is your dominant hand?”
Taking a few steps forward, Justin held up his right hand.
Ollivander switched his wand and a tape measure appeared. It quickly took various measurements of his hand, fingers, and wrist.
When the tape measure was done, it disappeared and Ollivander was nodding before he disappeared off into the aisles.
Justin and his mother waited in silence.
After five minutes, Ollivander returned with a few wand boxes. He quickly pulled the first one out and presented it to Justin.
Justin took the wand, eyeing the dark color.
“Give it a wave,” the wandmaker ordered.
He did as the wandmaker ordered, and a shelf shut out.
“No, no,” Ollivander said, taking the wand back.
Over the next twenty minutes, Justin was handed five other wands. After waving each one, Ollivander took the wand back.
When Justin took the seventh wand, it produced golden sparks from the tip and he was filled with warmth.
“Eleven and a half inches with elm and dragon heartstring,” the wandmaker told him. “A sophisticated wand.”