Work Text:
Relationship
: Fred Weasley and George Weasley
Prompt
: (Object) Wand
After leaving Hogwarts, the twins found life to be busy. They bought property in Diagon Alley and they quickly got their shop set up and hired their first employee – Verity Mendez, a former year mate of their brother Percy’s. Within two weeks, business was booming and they started looking for other employees. They struggled to keep some products stocked on the shelves as they interviewed, hired, and trained new employees while trying to continue developing new projects.
Verity was quickly promoted, and she was responsible for training new employees and overseeing the shop. This allowed the twins time to focus on keeping products stocked and developing new ones.
It was the beginning of May when Verity approached them.
“You should buy new wands,” she stated as she handed over that day’s sale records and receipts.
Fred frowned, glancing down at his wand – technically it was Grandmother Cedrella Weasley’s. “This one works well enough,” he commented. Why buy a new wand when this was functional?
Unlike his twin, George nodded. He struggled with his wand – which once belonged to Great-Uncle John Prewett. “I hadn’t thought of that,” he muttered.
“I remember when Percy got his,” Verity explained. “There was a difference in his spellwork.”
Fred quickly agreed to purchase new wands. They had the money, and new wands that would improve their spellwork would be good for busy.
Three days later found the twins standing in front of Ollivander’s. The wandmaker measured each of them.
“In my experience,” he began, “twins often share a wand wood or a wand core.”
Wands were quickly thrust at them, one after another. Each failure had Ollivander growing more excited.
“A challenge, it’s been a while,” he muttered. “I do love a difficult customer.”
After a few more failed attempts, the wandmaker paused as he looked over the shelves of wands.
“I wonder,” he muttered as he walked behind a shelf and disappeared for a few minutes.
The man walked back to the front with two boxes that he placed on the counter. He opened one of the boxes, carefully pulling out the wand.
“Try this,” he ordered as he presented the wand to Fred.
Fred picked up the wand, a rush of warmth filling him. When he flicked the wand, it shot off red and silver sparks.
Ollivander nodded, looking close to smiling. He opened the other box and he presented the wand to George.
When George held the wand, he found it easier to breathe. With a wave, the wand produced silver and gold sparks.
The wandmaker nodded with a small smile. Looking at George, he began, “Twelve and a half inches, walnut wood, and dragon heartstrings.”
Turning to Fred, he continued, “Twelve and a half inches, spruce wood, and dragon heartstrings.”
“Your wands are brother wands,” he carried on to explain. “The heartstrings came from the same dragon. These wands were the last crafted by my grandfather.”
An odd look entered the man’s eyes. “This is the first time a pair of twins has had the same wand core and wands of the same length,” he commented.