Chapter 6
Walking into the shop, I quickly noticed a man standing on a ladder shuffling through some boxes of what I could only imagine being wands. He looks up once he hears the bell on the door sound. He gets one good look at father, dropping the box he held on the floor. There's definitely history between them.
“Mr. Malfoy,” he said quickly, coming to help us. “What do I owe this meeting to?”
“We need a wand,” Lucius said. “For our daughter." He reaches behind Narcissa, who I was hiding behind, and pulls me into view. The man looks at me with curiosity in his eyes.
“I didn’t know you had a daughter,” the man said, probably trying to make small talk. The awkwardness between everyone was killer.
“Can you find her a wand or not, Ollivander?” Lucius asks sternly.
Ollivander swallows. What is going on between these two? I make a mental note as the man walks over to me, a measuring tape in his hand. He points down at one of my arms. He must want my dominant hand. I held out my right arm which he quickly started to measure from my elbow to my wrist, then my wrist to my shoulder, shoulder to elbow. He stopped and walked over to some dusty shelves.
“Ah,” he said, stopping at a box.
He walked it over to me, grabbing the wand with a small acorn on the bottom out of the box. He hands it to me. I look at him waiting for some sort of instruction.
“Give it a swish, darling,” Narcissa calls.
I listened, giving the wand a small wave. A light trickle of snow slowly starts falling around us but not getting stuck to us.
“Curious,” Ollivander said, taking the wand from my hand. “Blackthorn wood with a unicorn core. Ones that are rarely seen together.”
“Is there a specific reason why?” I questioned. Why does everyone in this Wizarding World always have short and strange replies?
“Blackthorn wood usually goes to great warriors, and will be loyal to the wielder for as long as it is alive. Whereas unicorn hair goes to people with pure hearts." Ollivander stares into my eyes. "You are going to be a very powerful witch…" Father let out a small cough, catching everyone's attention. "I shall ring this up for you.”
With that, Ollivander bowed his head as he went over to his cashier. Father followed to pay for it. I walked outside, trying to get away from the awkward encounter that was still looming over us.
I lean against the small lamp post next to the store, looking up at the blue sky. The clouds slowly passed by, as if my world was spinning faster than the earth dared.
The words of Ollivander echoing in my head. What did he mean about me being a very powerful witch? Did he really get that from just the kind of wand that chose me? Or I chose? I honestly don't know what is happening anymore.
A fit of laughter pulls me from my darkening thoughts. A group of girls - no more then five - come out of the shop with the orange colors. I didn't notice it at first, but an animationic man stands outside the building. One hand taking a hat off and on, making a small bunny disappear from his head and reappeared moments later.
The girls walk down the street passing me, still in a fit of laughter. Flashes of my friends I left in Maine fill my head. What do they think happened to me? I never told them I was leaving or really anything since I've arrived here.
I look back over at the shop, wishing with every bone in my body to go in there, even if it's just for a moment. I want to know why the place is so popular, see the people who run such a popular business, and the many other wonderful ideas.
My gaze sweeps across the exterior in awe until my eyes meet a pair of dark voids. They slowly wander up towards his hair, stopping at the bright red that reflected the sun.
"Calypso," father called from the street. Turning, I noticed they were already on their way to the next shop.
I look back at the man, who looks an awful lot like the animatronic on the building. He was still staring at me, with great interest in his eyes. I give him a tight smile before running off to catch up to the others.
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About an hour later, we took the Floo network back home. Father walks off to his study without saying a word. The owl in my hand lightly squeaks. Beautiful thing, snow colored with black spots around the eyes as if he was wearing goggles.
I slowly walk towards my room, watching my new owl while thinking of a name to give him. Shopkeeper said that this owl was the most loyal one he had in store, which, in the end, helped me pick him out. I love the idea of having a loyal animal around.
Sounds of humming pull my attention away from the owl. I looked around but nothing was there, until I turned back the way I came. The house elf I saw yesterday was dusting a painting.
I gasp making the house elf look at me. His eyes wide with a realization of yesterday. How I screamed and terrified him. But to be fair, he terrified me too.
"You're… Blinky," I stated.
"Yes, Mistress Calypso," Blinky answered, messing with the duster.
"Seems we both gave quite the fright the other night."
"Blinky was scared that he killed Mistress Calypso. Blinky never would've forgiven himself."
He looked down at his feet, which I now realized were bare. Maybe house elves don't need shoes?
I gave him a smile. "I need a name for this little guy." I held up the owl. "But my mind is going blank, can you help me come up with a name?"
"Blinky will get you a book." Before I could protest, the house elf vanished.
Shaking my head, I head up to my room. Everything exactly how I left it. Except for the owl I just put down on my nightstand and the cup of water mysteriously disappeared. Maybe Blinky came by and took it while we were out?
"Now," I say, walking over to my wall of books, "we need a name."
I reach up for a blue book, ignoring what the name of it is. I opened a random page, whatever word my finger lands on will be the owl's name - of course if it is an actual name.
Skimming my finger down the page, making sure not to look down as a means to not cheat, I reach the bottom of the paper before finally stopping.
I look down, my finger has landed on the word: Bobbles. I laugh before looking at the owl.
"Looks like you're Bobbles," I smile. The more I look at my owl, the more the name fits him.