Writing Prompt 1: Wand
Drew didn't often lie to his mother, but sometimes he had to. It was lying exactly - he was meeting Katie in Diagon Alley, just not this early. But wandering around alone would be better than staying home and listening to his mother go on about his future. He couldn't take another lecture on the importance of his NEWTs.
After flooing to Diagon Alley, he found himself a bit lost as to what to do. Normally he and Katie would get ice creams or go to the bookstore, but since he'd been meeting her in a couple of hours, it didn't make sense to do any of that yet. He ended up just walking with no clear goal, watching all the excited first years, tired parents, and bored siblings.
And then he found himself staring at Ollivander's. His own wand came from Madame Liu, another wandmaker - one his mother preferred. He loved it; the wand had served him well and never given him any difficulties but he'd always been curious about Ollivander's. Making up his mind quickly, he ducked into the shop.
It was different from Madame Liu's; her shop was pristine and cool but Ollivander's was warm and comfortably dusty. It felt more personable than Madame Liu's.
"Ah, a new face. I don't believe I've seen you in my shop before," said a small man, presumably Ollivander.
"No, sir. I went to Madame Liu's when I got my first wand. I . . . I don't know why I came in, really." Drew's wand worked well still. He had no difficulties performing his spells an it would be a waste of money to buy a new one.
"Come, let me take your measure nonetheless."
Without really knowing how it happened, Drew found himself being measured, enjoying the quiet chatter from the wandmaker and answering more questions than he usually felt comfortable with. By the time the tape was put away, Ollivander was pulling boxes off the shelves. Drew obediently took each wand, although none of them came to life the way his did. Just when he was ready to leave - it had to have been nearly an hour and Katie was usually early - Ollivander held up a hand.
"One more, Mr. Chen. Then I'll let you go." He held the last box out. Drew hesitated before taking it; he didn't think it would be any different, but Ollivander had been so kind that Drew hated to say no.
As soon as he touched the wand, however, he knew that this one was special. It seemed to glow, warming in his grip as he lifted it from the box.
"Unicorn hair and kaya wood. I don't usually work with kaya but this particular wand seemed to call me. Ten and three quarter inches, sturdy." Ollivander said, just a hint of pride in his voice.
Drew knew he couldn't let this wand go. He could work out what to do with two of them later, but the way this responded to him was different. "I'll take it."
