Drabble: Ebony and Phoenix
Title: Ebony and Phoenix
Author: dexstarr
Word Count: 300
Rating: G
Challenge: deathly_contest Week #4: Life of a Wand
Characters: Narcissa Black, Ollivander
Warnings: None
Author's Note: I may rewrite this at one point, as I had a lot of ideas that I couldn't fit into the 300 word limit length. Because I cut so much it may be a bit disjointed. Lastly, I was highly inspired by promo pictures of Narcissa's wand, which I love.
Disclaimer: HP and all assorted belong to JKR, and are not mine.
Summary: Narcissa Black visits Ollivander's to buy her wand.
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Ding.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Black, Miss Black,” Ollivander said.
Druella Black merely nodded, but her little girl replied politely.
“Which is your wand arm?”
“I’m left-handed,” Narcissa said.
As his magic tape measure flitted over the girl, calculations fed directly into his mind. Ollivander was momentarily overwhelmed by the complexity of the equations, and he realized, with relish, that Narcissa Black would be a challenge.
“Try this. Beechwood and unicorn hair, ten inches.” As soon as Narcissa touched the wand, he knew it was wrong, and snatched it out of her hand.
“Elm and dragon heartstring, eleven inches.” Ollivander felt a small jolt when the girl reached for this one, but it wasn’t right either.
He continued pulling wands from the shelves, searching for the perfect combination of wood type and magic core.
“I want to try that wand,” Narcissa said, and Ollivander followed her gaze to the window display.
That particular wand had been designed as a luxury item. The handle was wrapped in black dragonskin, studded with sea-serpent pearls, and tipped with silver. It was a noble’s wand.
Ollivander considered the youngest Black and the Arithmancy calculations.
Perhaps….
“Ebony and phoenix feather. Thirteen inches. Very supple.”
The second Narcissa’s fingers touched the wand, a torrent of purple and silver flower petals poured out of the tip.
Ollivander stared at the petals, transfixed.
He saw a serpent in a shadowy forest, and the weight of a decision that would change their entire world.
Such visions do not occur often, but when they do….
“I shall expect extraordinary things from you, Miss Black,” he said. He gave this speech to all of his customers - he expected greatness from all of them with one of his wands in their hands - but from her, he would expect the extraordinary.
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Author: dexstarr
Word Count: 300
Rating: G
Challenge: deathly_contest Week #4: Life of a Wand
Characters: Narcissa Black, Ollivander
Warnings: None
Author's Note: I may rewrite this at one point, as I had a lot of ideas that I couldn't fit into the 300 word limit length. Because I cut so much it may be a bit disjointed. Lastly, I was highly inspired by promo pictures of Narcissa's wand, which I love.
Disclaimer: HP and all assorted belong to JKR, and are not mine.
Summary: Narcissa Black visits Ollivander's to buy her wand.
***
Ding.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Black, Miss Black,” Ollivander said.
Druella Black merely nodded, but her little girl replied politely.
“Which is your wand arm?”
“I’m left-handed,” Narcissa said.
As his magic tape measure flitted over the girl, calculations fed directly into his mind. Ollivander was momentarily overwhelmed by the complexity of the equations, and he realized, with relish, that Narcissa Black would be a challenge.
“Try this. Beechwood and unicorn hair, ten inches.” As soon as Narcissa touched the wand, he knew it was wrong, and snatched it out of her hand.
“Elm and dragon heartstring, eleven inches.” Ollivander felt a small jolt when the girl reached for this one, but it wasn’t right either.
He continued pulling wands from the shelves, searching for the perfect combination of wood type and magic core.
“I want to try that wand,” Narcissa said, and Ollivander followed her gaze to the window display.
That particular wand had been designed as a luxury item. The handle was wrapped in black dragonskin, studded with sea-serpent pearls, and tipped with silver. It was a noble’s wand.
Ollivander considered the youngest Black and the Arithmancy calculations.
Perhaps….
“Ebony and phoenix feather. Thirteen inches. Very supple.”
The second Narcissa’s fingers touched the wand, a torrent of purple and silver flower petals poured out of the tip.
Ollivander stared at the petals, transfixed.
He saw a serpent in a shadowy forest, and the weight of a decision that would change their entire world.
Such visions do not occur often, but when they do….
“I shall expect extraordinary things from you, Miss Black,” he said. He gave this speech to all of his customers - he expected greatness from all of them with one of his wands in their hands - but from her, he would expect the extraordinary.
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