[Hogwarts Between] Entering Diagon Alley - Amber

[Brenda McCartney]

On 12/20/07, Karen Klutzke <kklutzke at gmail.com> wrote:
> On Dec 19, 2007 12:31 PM, Kris Kunkel <kris.kunkel at gmail.com> wrote:
> >
> > On 12/17/07, Tashayar McCarthy <wow_its_tashayar at yahoo.com> wrote:
> > >
> > >
> > > Karen Klutzke <kklutzke at gmail.com> wrote:
> > > On Dec 17, 2007 7:24 PM, Tashayar McCarthy wrote:
> > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Karen Klutzke wrote:
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > > > > > 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.
> > > > > >
> > > > > Behind Amber, her grandfather held his breath and winced, remembering
> > > > > the plate glass window Jason had broken with his first ill-fitting
> > > > > wand.
> > > >
> > > > But nothing happened. Not even a spark.
> > > >
> > > > 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."
> > > >
> > > > When Amber twirled the new wand, she was rewarded with faint hissing
> > > > noise and a small pop. Then nothing.
> > > >
> > > > Ollivander frowned again.
> > > >
> > > > "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.
> > >
> > >
> > > Amber threw the wand to the floor. "What was that?!"
> >
> > Ryan chuckled to Amber's grandfather, softly, "Likely the right one."

Phil nodded, though he looked a little nervous.
>
> Ollivander's eyes were very luminous behind his glasses. "Try touching
> it again, Miss McFuller," he said, not really answering her question.
>