semi-prologue thing kinda idk
Freya has always been a ‘weird’ kid, from as long as she can remember. She was always the one who never had a pair, who was always chosen last in groups, who the teacher would sit kids next to as a punishment. She was never outgoing, not really.
But kids will be kids, and soon enough she found her own friends who liked the way she was. Well, until she had received a letter, that is. A letter announcing her enlistment to Hogwarts. She didn’t understand it, a witch? No, she couldn’t be.
Yet, here she was. Clutching her mother’s hand as they make their way through the various shops at Diagon Alley. Books, quills, robes, her mother says she needs a wand. Ollivanders, apparently, she thinks it’s a stupid name. It sounds silly. Still, she enters the shop, the smell is musty, and it’s cramped, and it’s messy. The man behind the counter is old, she notices.
“Ah, Mrs Lyon, this must be your daughter?”
Freya doesn’t like his voice, she doesn’t think she likes this man very much.
Her mother, however, just smiles and nods. “This is Freya. She’s not much of a talker.”
Freya looks between the two. How do they know each other? If this is the place where every wizard and witch get their wands, how does he remember them all? Freya doesn’t have a good memory, she’s jealous, almost.
“Now… What wand to give you?" The man’s voice snaps her out of her thoughts as she realises he’s talking to her.
“There are different types of wands?” she asks, she thought that all the wands would be the same. It’s just wood, right?
“Yes, yes, dear,” he continues. “Different wood types, different wand cores, lengths and flexibility. No two wands are the same, and no two wands will give you the same result.”
Elder wood, unicorn hair core, that’s what her wand turned out to be. She doesn’t know what that’s meant to mean, but it sounds cool. Elder wood is apparently unlucky, she’s sure she’ll be fine.
She’s got everything she needs for Hogwarts. All of it wrapped nicely in parchment and secured with string. The letter said she could get an owl, a toad or a cat. An owl would be too loud, and a toad is gross and slimy… but a kitty? She could get used to a cat. They’re quiet, and cuddly, and cute, and they purr when they’re happy. And what’s better than a normal cat? A magic cat! She’s not sure how much different they would be, but she doesn’t mind.
But maybe another day.
She can get a cat another day.
School is starting soon, and she wants to know everything she can about magic. She’ll read every book one, or twice. And she’ll know everything before the school even starts!