Challenge #62: The Wand Chooses the Wizard
Title: Hawthorn
Rating/Warnings: PG
Characters/Pairing: Hawthorn, Ollivander, Draco
Summary: He felt it every time someone came into the shop, and knew instinctively that they weren't for him.
Word Count: 519 (according to Write or Die)
Author's Notes: This was a really fun story to write, actually.
Registered purchases?: None
He'd been in the box forever, it seemed. He could still remember when he was just a tree, being happily guarded by his bowtruckle, not a care in the world. There were squirrels in his branches, birds flying to and fro, until the day the wizard came by with his woodlice and separated him from the rest of the tree, carefully.
He could still feel the tools as they shaped him, the slide of the unicorn hair as it slotted neatly into place. And then his entire existence changed. He could feel the magic thrumming through him, waiting to combine with the magic of the right person and direct it, guide it as it went on to do whatever the caster wished. He was impatient, Hawthorn. A quick, sharp wood in need of a quick, sharp wizard.
He felt it every time someone came into the shop, and knew instinctively that they weren't for him. Sure, a few had tried him out, but he'd stubbornly refused to direct their errant magic in the way he knew he could. He was a wonderful wand, and the misguided young witches and wizards who had tried him out were all undeserving of his talents, that's for sure.
Until the day the man with the long, sweeping blonde hair came in with his son. Hawthorn quivered in his box. This was his person, he was sure of it. There could be no mistaking it. The boy's voice was low and sharp, and it filled Hawthorn with joy just to hear it. He couldn't wait for the barmy old man to pick up his box and place it in the hands of its rightful owner. His Wizard.
Holly scoffed as she was taken from her slot, three boxes over and Hawthorn sighed. Holly made the boy break a vase, and was quickly decreed not right at all for this boy. Ebony was temperamental, and didn't appreciate being roused for a wizard that wasn't hers. She sent flames out and had to quickly be placed back in her box to wait for her wizard. Yew was overeager and made a gust of wind shake the boxes on the third shelf from the top out of their slots and onto the ground. Finally, after several more wands, callused hands slid him down and presented him to the boy.
A small hand took him eagerly, holding him not like the others had, with him grasped in their grubby fists, but rather cradled him between his forefinger and thumb, the way he preferred to be held. He could feel the boy's magic bonding with his own, and when Draco, for that was his name, swept his arm grandly, Hawthorn obliged, a shower of silver sparkles trailing in their midst.
This was where he belonged, his wizard. Hawthorn would do great things in the hand of this boy, whose magic spoke of ambition and pride and, distressingly, fear. Hawthorn would be the best wand he could be, for the bond was complete. He was Draco's, and Draco was his, and there was nothing anyone could do about it now.
Rosa//Slytherin
Rating/Warnings: PG
Characters/Pairing: Hawthorn, Ollivander, Draco
Summary: He felt it every time someone came into the shop, and knew instinctively that they weren't for him.
Word Count: 519 (according to Write or Die)
Author's Notes: This was a really fun story to write, actually.
Registered purchases?: None
He'd been in the box forever, it seemed. He could still remember when he was just a tree, being happily guarded by his bowtruckle, not a care in the world. There were squirrels in his branches, birds flying to and fro, until the day the wizard came by with his woodlice and separated him from the rest of the tree, carefully.
He could still feel the tools as they shaped him, the slide of the unicorn hair as it slotted neatly into place. And then his entire existence changed. He could feel the magic thrumming through him, waiting to combine with the magic of the right person and direct it, guide it as it went on to do whatever the caster wished. He was impatient, Hawthorn. A quick, sharp wood in need of a quick, sharp wizard.
He felt it every time someone came into the shop, and knew instinctively that they weren't for him. Sure, a few had tried him out, but he'd stubbornly refused to direct their errant magic in the way he knew he could. He was a wonderful wand, and the misguided young witches and wizards who had tried him out were all undeserving of his talents, that's for sure.
Until the day the man with the long, sweeping blonde hair came in with his son. Hawthorn quivered in his box. This was his person, he was sure of it. There could be no mistaking it. The boy's voice was low and sharp, and it filled Hawthorn with joy just to hear it. He couldn't wait for the barmy old man to pick up his box and place it in the hands of its rightful owner. His Wizard.
Holly scoffed as she was taken from her slot, three boxes over and Hawthorn sighed. Holly made the boy break a vase, and was quickly decreed not right at all for this boy. Ebony was temperamental, and didn't appreciate being roused for a wizard that wasn't hers. She sent flames out and had to quickly be placed back in her box to wait for her wizard. Yew was overeager and made a gust of wind shake the boxes on the third shelf from the top out of their slots and onto the ground. Finally, after several more wands, callused hands slid him down and presented him to the boy.
A small hand took him eagerly, holding him not like the others had, with him grasped in their grubby fists, but rather cradled him between his forefinger and thumb, the way he preferred to be held. He could feel the boy's magic bonding with his own, and when Draco, for that was his name, swept his arm grandly, Hawthorn obliged, a shower of silver sparkles trailing in their midst.
This was where he belonged, his wizard. Hawthorn would do great things in the hand of this boy, whose magic spoke of ambition and pride and, distressingly, fear. Hawthorn would be the best wand he could be, for the bond was complete. He was Draco's, and Draco was his, and there was nothing anyone could do about it now.
Rosa//Slytherin