A wand is wanted, how do we start?
As she walked in, she was surprised by how magic everything felt. It looked like a normal store yes, and with the way everything was organized you wouldn’t usually think twice about it. But there was something, like this feeling you have in a train station where everyone is waiting for the next train to arrive, this feeling you have when a full stadium is looking with a baited breath while an athlete is close to breaking a record. It felt full of energy, yet it was still and silent.
While she noted all those details, an old man approached her. Grey hair, grey eyes, not quite mad and yet there was this spark, one that could be mistaken for genius. While she was not sure of what to think of him, he felt like a man that was calm enough to put you to sleep by his presence alone.
He finally spoke
“Hello there, Ms. Weasley. Are you here for a wand? I guess that you and your brother will start Hogwarts this year.” His questions seemed to be used more to be polite than anything, since his demeanor told of someone who had been expecting a visit. He turned to Mrs. Weasley and with the eyes of a child playing his favorite game began to recite every wand he had sold to the family. His little show ending, he started trying his wands.
Every magical child is warned from a young age that getting a wand can be a long process. It was something quite obvious yet often overlooked. Ochako was not gonna forget it for a long while.
She had lived ten years with her new family. Ten years of growing up once again, at first thinking that she was alone. Then she met the Lovegoods. She understood then that the “cursed” probably were her classmates or worldmates, if such a word existed. She still hadn’t seen Deku yet, and she suspected that if he was in this world, he was probably a muggle or a muggleborn. She had heard of other cases, one being obviously Tokoyami, but not every one of them were like this. Yes she had been identified, her mother and her two newborns being attacked was difficult to ignore, but they kept it hidden, not wanting it to be known. There had been studies done on some, and if the reports were true, the only result was a big “we don’t understand”. There had been a few people asking for them to be detained at first, on the ground of them not being human since they had other powers except magic. It had gained no traction, probably because some of the cursed were children of prominent magical families, but it had been a close call. She was quite sure that even her parents had tried their hands in politics on this subject.
Even while having lived months as a baby, it still hadn’t been as mind-numbingly boring as this process. She had been waiting for what felt like an hour and she was the first to go. Luckily for her she met a boy her age, led by a humanoid bat or a greasy black version of the grinch (she was still wondering). The boy didn’t talk much but she wouldn’t have opened her mouth either if someone like him looked at her with such contempt.
Mrs. Weasley reacted, asked the boy his name, turned to the man and asked him how his day went. It was a dull conversation made with only forgetting the passage of time in mind.
As she was beginning to slowly fall asleep Olivander finally came with a wand “eleven inches, beech, phoenix feather, quite flexible.
Finally she had her wand.
(-o-)
He was gonna kill deku.
There was no other option.
He didn’t know why the nerd had begun his activities (good joke, he knew exactly why and probably which ones of the eight idiots encouraged him) but it had to stop.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
What couldn’t he take?
The admiration his classmates had for him.
Two years now, and Deku had become an icon straight out of comic books.
Why?
Why couldn’t life let him, Katsuki Bakugo, have his life in peace without the nerd being shoved in his face?
It had to be a curse.
At least he was a wizard and not Deku.
Right?
He had gotten his wand (Holly and Dragon heartstring) and was quite happy with the fact that the core was usually the strongest. Now all he had to do was wait a few years and he could feel like he too had his out-of-the-blue power up that made no sense.
Then why was he dreading september?
Probably because he knew that there was no way in hell that he could get an advantage like this one.
Also because he had read the books. If there was one thing made clear, it was that the wizards were not fighters or he got a really bad teacher.
He got out of bed, brushed his teeth (“hygiene exists for a reason, stop acting like you live in the middle age” was a version of what he had told his classmates. The real version would need too many noises to censor every bad word) and put his clothes on, expecting his parents to already be up and about.
They were still sleeping, this fact probably justified by the really early hour. He had been so stressed that he had woken up nearly two hours ahead of schedule.
Not knowing what to do, he pulled out another book and began studying again. Nothing else to do after all he thought. Had he looked out the window, he would have seen a shadow speeding away from a crime scene with a criminal in tow.
(-o-)
Finally she could see them. So much time spent away, she had to take care of her little sister. It had been weird at first to stop herself but after a few months it was a daily routine, and now an easy reflex with anyone. Her new parents had helped, accepting her like nothing was wrong and ignoring the fact that she was a monster.
(-o-)
He couldn’t wait for school to begin. He had to perform at the best of his abilities. Fortunately he had already memorized the whole textbook and could recite every rule of his new school. He would probably meet some of his comrades there, if not his friends. Deku had been active enough to attract his attention. His modus operandi was easy enough to recognise.
(-o-)
He couldn’t believe it. A school for wizards. He was one of them like his parents. He wouldn’t be a freak there. Maybe he could make friends? He had been less than convinced by the blonde boy in the store, but his brothers (or maybe friends) had been a bit better. He had to get up early in order to avoid getting “forgotten” on the sidewalk by his uncle on his way to the clinic for Dudley’s tail. It had not been his fault if his pig with a wig of a cousin had started eating something that didn’t belong to him and for once he was not accused of anything. He had not been punished even once truly, since Hagrid had broken the door. His aunt and uncle had angered the giant quite a lot, especially his aunt. Apparently his parents were famous, so her usual biting retorts of “she wasn’t anything worth remembering” had been drowned by the shouts of an angry Gatekeeper.
He liked magic really, it seemed quite fun.