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Unlike other children who go into Ollivander's with delight and anticipation over their new wands, Vivian loathed any outings with her grandparents as it was another excuse for her to be trotted out like a pedigree dog, groomed within an inch of her life and turned out in the family's Slytherin-inspired colors. Her one small act of defiance was no matter what her grandmother ordered done to it, her hair would be slightly off in some way, so today it was a deep purple, like a bruise. Learning to control her body and her emotions at such a young age may be why when she was chosen by a wand, it was a hazel wood wand with a phoenix core, unyielding and inflexible. Her wand would be utterly devoted to her and her alone, rejecting influence by her grandparents. The wood warmed to her touch immediately, and wept silvery light. She found herself gently shedding a few tears as well, for it was like taking the hand of an old friend.

She was immediately chastised for displaying emotion in public, and quickly gathered her wits again. Weakness in public was quickly punished, and weakness in front of loathsome grandparents was unforgivable.

Fable, Slytherin

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Fable remembers the day her wispy willow wand was placed into her hand. She instantly felt a connection to the seemingly sentient object. As she moved it slowly, yet gracefully through the air the wand responded in tune with her letting out a shimmering sort of fairy dust in its path. On occasion, she still does this as the glittery dust always makes her smile.

Outfit Not Found Mr. Ollivander had several wands still in their boxes laid out in front of the careful and indecisive girl. He took the lid off of one, and Luck reached for it, ready to try. Suddenly the lid flew off of an adjacent box! Ollivander and Luck both whipped their heads towards the box, where the revealed wand sat in plain sight now. Luck dove for that one instead and picked it up. Immediately she felt a surge of energy which shocked and amazed her. "10 inch, maple wood, phoenix feather core, slightly yielding flexibility." said Ollivander, and Luck waved her new wand around. "This is it," she said. "So it is," said the old man with a smile.

Luck, Hufflepuff

Once Millie arrived at the wand shop, the real challenge begun. No wand seemed to fit Millie just right, until Mr. Ollivander went into a far corner and said, "I think I may have finally found a home for this one. Give it a try." He handed over the box which contained a wand made from Acacia wood with Unicorn hair core. 10 inches in length and Quite Bendy. Millie gave it try and it worked perfectly. "Acacia is quite difficult but it seems to fit you well. That is a loyal wand and you'll do wonders with it."

Amelia Tudor, Hufflepuff

Another sad HP loss. :'(

Here's my entry though:

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Becca, Gryffindor

Outfit Not Found Ravenna had tried many wands before she found one that just felt right!

[Maple wood with a unicorn hair core, 12 1/4" , slightly springy] -Pottermore

Hunger, Hufflepuff

Private Outfit Cassia's wand selection just before her first term at Durmstrang. (possibly some backstory here if I get a chance)

Lazuli, Ravenclaw

Do this tonight

Being really late Berenice was the last costumer of the day.

Her mother got impatient, since it took a while to fin the perfect match for her and the first wand that responded made Mr. Ollivander raise his eyebrow. " Well, I'd say this is an unusual combination, it is" he stated and handed Beren her wand over. "There it is, 12 inches, Cherry, feather of a Thestral, swishy." he says.

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Beren(ice) Slytherin

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For Drew the assignment of when he first got his wand was easy. After all it hadn’t been that long ago! What a day that had been! The boy grinned at the memory. His entire family had gone to Diagon Alley together. Of course his Mum had been there hundreds of times before, but as she said, it had been years and a few things had changed, though not many. For Drew, his younger sister Bridget, and his Muggle dad, it was like something out of a storybook. And just the book that Drew had wanted to read his entire life.

He had zeroed in on the bookstore first and with all his texts…and several more books…purchased, they had headed to the second most exciting shop, at least in Drew’s opinion. Ollivander’s wand shop. Once inside the dim shop, Drew was greeted by Mr. Olivander himself. The hopeful young wizard had asked for an ash wand with a phoenix core, like his Mum had…and which he’d tested out once (with disastrous results but we won’t talk about that). Drew thought it would make him seem knowledgeable if he just asked for a certain type wand, but the look he got from the older man told him otherwise. Still Mr. Ollivander had allowed him to try the wand he’d requested. Drew had grinned as the wand grew warm in his hand…and then the tip exploded in fire and singed the wand maker’s sleeve. It was rather obvious to everyone, even a Muggle, that ash and phoenix was not for Drew. The second wand Ollivander gave him to try was longer and spiraled like a unicorn horn. To Drew it looked great. The wand maker said it was dogwood with unicorn core. But again this was not the correct wand as it whirled in Drew’s hand until it had basically unscrewed itself from his grasp and fell to the counter. The young wizard was getting a bit discouraged when a glowing box seemed to jump off the shelf on the upper level.

Ollivander looked up and said, “Hmm…yes, that might do. Let’s try it.” He retrieved the box and opened the cover, gesturing for Drew to withdraw the wand.

Tentatively the boy reached in and brought out the light colored wand. He was a bit disappointed as he’d wanted a darker wood, but the moment he touched the wand a light came from the tip. However rather than illuminating the shop, it seemed to increase the shadows all around other than the wand itself. Drew smiled, as he loved the night and the wand seemed to sense that, darkening the room for him.

“I believe you’ve found your match, young man,” Ollivander decreed.

“What is it?” Drew asked eagerly, waiting for an exotic wood to be stated.

“Vine,” Ollivander said, “with dragon heartstring for the core, 11 inches, and surprisingly swishy.”

Drew’s face fell. “Vine?” he asked. “That’s not even a real tree.”

The older man shook his head. “Don’t underestimate your wand, young wizard. Just as a vine is sturdy but supple, willing to grow, so will this wand be for you. There is a hidden strength to you that the wand knows, and a desire to learn and grow quickly. It will serve you well. But always remember you work together. Do not let it take full control or you may find yourself struggling against forces more powerful than a twining vine,” he warned solemnly.

Drew looked down at the wand and nodded. “Yes sir, I’ll remember,” he said.

And he did, Drew thought with a smile as he finished his assignment and then reached to pick up his wand. It might not be the most spectacular wood, but it was his chosen wand.

Drew ~ Slytherin