[Hogwarts Between] Entering Diagon Alley - Amber

[Karen Klutzke]

On Dec 17, 2007 7:24 PM, Tashayar McCarthy <wow_its_tashayar at yahoo.com> wrote:
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> Karen Klutzke <kklutzke at gmail.com> wrote:
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> > > > > Amber jumped up, ready for the wand. "Can I please see a wand, Mr.
> > > > Olivander, sir?" she said, quickly.
> > >
> > > Ollivander blinked owlishly at her enthusiasm. "Of course, my dear
> > > girl. That is why you are here, is it not? Stand with your arms out
> > > and I shall measure you."
> > >
> > > He snapped his fingers and the measuring tape sprang into
> > > action--elbow to the tip of her middle finger, shoulder to the floor,
> > > tip of her nose to her elbow--following her arm--distance from one ear
> > > to the other over the top of her head, and her inseam.
> > >
> > > The older man took the tape after it was finished and studied the
> > > results. "Hmmmm." He scrunched up his face in thought, took one more
> > > measurement from her wrist to end of her thumb, and then turned to
> > > regard his walls of boxes.
> > >
> > > Ollivander took out a box and handed Amber the wand inside. "Willow,
> > > 11 inches, swishy... Try this one, Miss McFuller."
> > >
> > > She gripped the wand tightly and, remembering how Kaydn did it, waved
> the
> > > wand.
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> > Behind Amber, her grandfather held his breath and winced, remembering
> > the plate glass window Jason had broken with his first ill-fitting
> > wand.
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> But nothing happened. Not even a spark.
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> Ollivander frowned. He replaced the wand in Amber's grasp with one
> made from a darker wood. "Walnut, 7 inches, phoenix feather core. Try
> this one."
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> When Amber twirled the new wand, she was rewarded with faint hissing
> noise and a small pop. Then nothing.
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> Ollivander frowned again.
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> "Darn," said Amber under her breath, "I liked that one, too..."

Several more wands followed one after the other, producing wisps of
smoke and wan sparks more soft popping noises, but none producing
results that satisfied the little man. Muttering under his breath,
Ollivander climbed the precarious stepladder to take down a box from
the very top shelf.

He climbed back down and opened the box slowly, almost reluctantly.
"Try this one, Miss McFuller. Rosewod, ten-and-one-eighth inches long,
unicorn hair core."

When Amber touched the wand a shock ran through her, like a jolt of electricity.