First Time at Diagon Alley

[v_snape]

 
Location: Victor's Apt Bldg, Diagon Alley 
Date: 27th July 2017
Time: 1:45 pm

Mr. Snape nodded vaguely at the comment about the gun. When Marcus finished talking, he stood.

“Sounds fine to me. Emily always spoke highly of the old school and its staff. I think I can trust you to take the boy on your own.” He turned to Victor. “Well lad,

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[v_snape]

Victor jogged along side Marcus as they weaved through the other shoppers and couldn’t help but smile. Flitwick just seemed so jolly, so happy to be here despite the fact that he probably had to do this all the time for his students, and his mood was infectious.

Once inside Ollivanders, Victor had to pause. It was miraculous how it all fit in the little shop he saw outside, but there it was. Rows upon rows of what looked like little shoe boxes behind an empty counter. Victor peeked around curiously when an ancient looking man emerged from the shadows.

“Welcome to Ollivanders.” Mr. Ollivander approached slowly, his old age catching up with him as he made his way to the counter. “Good afternoon Professor Flitwick, and what brings you-, ah. I see.” His smile faded a bit when he saw Victor, and he leaned over with a look of wonder. He spoke painfully slow.

“Good heavens. The resemblance is remarkable. You wouldn’t happen to be…oh no, no, no. You’re far too young.” His smile returned again. “Forgive me child, but you look a great deal like another student I sold a wand too, quite some time ago. 15”, Birch with Phoenix feather.” He took out a small measuring tape. “If you please, which is your wand hand?”

“Umm…either? I’m ambidextrous.”

“That’s nice.” Ollivander measured the length of both forearms then walked away. The tape, however, continued to measure the length of his nose and the circumference of his head. Victor looked around with wide, shifty eyes, and batted at the thing. It spun and crumpled menacingly at him for a moment, causing Victor to retreat a bit, then disappeared back into one of Ollivander’s pants pockets.

Ollivander returned with a single small box and set it carefully on the counter. He smiled down at Victor.

“I’ve got a hunch about this one; a strong, gut feeling. Why don’t you try it out, give it a good flick, eh?” The old man beamed at his work, and at the boy who would wield it.

As soon as Victor drew the wand from it’s box, it instantly felt as though it were apart of him, like it had been there all along, but only now as something he could touch; something he could hold onto.

“I knew it!” The sudden out burst startled Victor. Ollivander glowed with delight. “I just knew it. 14 6/8”, Vine and phoenix. Tell me child, do you have the other one?” The sudden speed to his speech was a vast contrast to his earlier, sluggish domineer.

Victor didn’t know what to say. “Other one?”