The First Wand
At age eleven, a then female presenting Artem was dragging all the way to France for school shopping, primarily because Alanna wanted her half-Veela daughter to have a wand as exotic as she was. She also insisted on a Veela hair core, despite the fact that none of the wands really spoke to Artem. The child kept gravitating toward the simpler wands, but Alanna spoke over the wandmaker they were working with to get exactly what she thought Artem needed. The wand they walked out with was a firm 8 inch African Blackwood wand with a Veela hair core. Everything from the wood to the core radiated a stubborn and finnicky personality that Artem never clicked with. Even the ornate design of the wand was hard to hold. They did terribly their first year at Hogwarts, and in hindsight, Artem blamed their wand.
Artem can’t even pretend they snapped the wand accidentally because they looked their mother in the eye and broke it in half. She was understandably pissed, and Artem suffered the consequences of it all summer. Once they had a new wand, though, Artem couldn’t help feeling it was worth it.
The Second Wand
Artem’s father took them to Ollivander’s at the end of the summer because they couldn’t well be sent back to school without a wand. He had a much more hands off approach, but Artem also suspected that Ollivander wouldn’t have let himself be bullied as much as the French maker had. He helped Artem select a wand that in some ways was similar to the last. It was on the shorter side and unyielding, but instead of the finnicky stubbornness of the other, this one felt like an ally Artem could trust from the moment it was placed in their right hand. It was 9 1/4 inches of fir wood with a dragon heartstring core. It was simple but sturdy, and that’s what Artem needed.
It’s been hanging at their side ever since.











