"I thought it was just going to be another year at Beauxbatons... but obviously not ever since you came Bella."
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The starting point of every young witch or wizard's journey: their wands
My grandmother had always planned on passing down my aunt's wand to either me or one of my sister's, but seeing as Fleur ruined that for her, she didn't even try to ask me whether I wanted it or not.
It was 10 and 1/2 inches long, quite sturdy, birch wood, and a Veela hair core. It was beautiful, granted it didn't feel like it fit me, but I would've taken it either way with gratitude.
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As our heels kept clicking against the cobblestone path, we grew nearer to a shop named "Olivanders".
this must be it... what wand core would I have? would I be the same as Fleur and literally every other Veela witch out there and have a Veela hair core, or would I just be another screw up of a Veela and have something like Unicorn hair or Dragon heartstring? I thought, internally sighing
I was snapped out of my thoughts as I felt an arm grab me and pull me into the shop without even as much as a warning. Me being me, I faced the force that pulled me into the shop and it turned out to just be Timothee
god this boy gets on my nerves, and I swear if he hits on me one more time I might lose it. I thought before my grandmother placed her hand on my shoulder.
"Go one Belle, this is what you've been waiting for, haven't you?" she said with her usual sweet smile displayed on her ruby lips
With slight hesitation, I approached the counter which an older looking man with grey hair stood behind.
"Hello my dear," he smiled at me, "what is your name?" he looked me in the eye, waiting for my answer
"I am Belle Delacour" I stated simply, with a small smile on my face
"Ah, French bloodline, Veela I'm presuming?" he asked, nodding towards me
"Yes, the only brunette Veela, I seem to stand out pretty easily" I chuckled towards the man
"but beautiful none the less" he stated as he disappeared behind the shelves and numerous boxes of wands
I looked over my shoulder to see my grandmother looking at me with anticipation filling her eyes while Timothee was just staring at me with desire and that was annoying me quite greatly. All of their gazes snapped off of me when we heard footsteps approaching the counter, stopping every now and then to carefully brush a fallen box over to the side to make sure they don't fall.
"here try this one first," he said looking at me, "it is 9 and 3/4 inches, birch wood, and a dual core of unicorn hair and unicorn blood, and quite bendy" he stated, waiting for me to give it a flick
I grabbed the wand in my hand, carefully holding it as if at any moment it would break, and gave it a fluid swish which resulted in a pillow being blown up, I immediately put the wand down out of fear of making something else blow up
