closed starter for @georgettexollivander
He rolled over when he woke and reached for his wand as he always did first thing to open the curtains without getting up, but his hand met an empty bedside and after some patting blindly on the wood he cracked an eye open to see his wand definitely wasn’t there. “Fucking...” he muttered to himself as he got up and checked the floor around his bed but... still no wand. It was a mystery he wasn’t in the mood to pursue so early in the morning so he put the thought off until after he had fed Ash.
The backdoor was charmed to allow the dog access to the garden, and he couldn’t get beyond the fence. It was out there that Avery found Ash, digging a hole. “Hey, breakfast,” he said, stepping forwards and stopping when he saw just what his dog had been about to bury. “Fucking hell, that’s my wand. Give me that.” He wrestled it back and only now, stood right over the hole, did he see it. “What the actual fuck, Ash?” There in the hole, were another four wands. “They’re not sticks, idiot.” He sat down and indulged Ash in the pets he was vying for. “I’ve raised a thief. I’m so proud.” Closer examination of the wands told him three he didn’t recognise at all while the fourth had a distinctive pattern he was sure had belonged to, well... someone he had killed. He bent down to pick it up, ignoring Ash growling at him, but the moment he touched the wand it banged like an explosion going off, causing Ash to race back inside and leaving red welts over Avery’s hand.
Later that day, he went to Diagon Alley. He had tried a few different things, from levitating the wands out of the hole to wearing his dragon hide gloves while handling them but he had never known wands could be so violent towards a person and while he had never been afraid of pain it was certainly annoying. So he went to ask at Ollivander’s. “Alright, cutie,” he said with a wink when he walked in. “I have a question about wands.”