<BR><BR><B><I>Brenda McCartney <brenda.mccartney@gmail.com></I></B> wrote: <BLOCKQUOTE class=replbq style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #1010ff 2px solid">On 12/20/07, Karen Klutzke <KKLUTZKE@GMAIL.COM>wrote:<BR>> On Dec 19, 2007 12:31 PM, Kris Kunkel <KRIS.KUNKEL@GMAIL.COM>wrote:<BR>> ><BR>> > On 12/17/07, Tashayar McCarthy <WOW_ITS_TASHAYAR@YAHOO.COM>wrote:<BR>> > ><BR>> > ><BR>> > > Karen Klutzke <KKLUTZKE@GMAIL.COM>wrote:<BR>> > > On Dec 17, 2007 7:24 PM, Tashayar McCarthy wrote:<BR>> > ><BR>> > > ><BR>> > > ><BR>> > > > Karen Klutzke wrote:<BR>> > > ><BR>> > > ><BR>> > > > > > > > Amber jumped up, ready for the wand. "Can I please see a wand, Mr.<BR>> > > > > > > Olivander, sir?" she said, quickly.<BR>> > > > > ><BR>> > > > > > Ollivander
blinked owlishly at her enthusiasm. "Of course, my dear<BR>> > > > > > girl. That is why you are here, is it not? Stand with your arms out<BR>> > > > > > and I shall measure you."<BR>> > > > > ><BR>> > > > > > He snapped his fingers and the measuring tape sprang into<BR>> > > > > > action--elbow to the tip of her middle finger, shoulder to the floor,<BR>> > > > > > tip of her nose to her elbow--following her arm--distance from one ear<BR>> > > > > > to the other over the top of her head, and her inseam.<BR>> > > > > ><BR>> > > > > > The older man took the tape after it was finished and studied the<BR>> > > > > > results. "Hmmmm." He scrunched up his face in thought, took one more<BR>> > > > > > measurement from her wrist to end of her thumb, and then turned to<BR>> > >
> > > regard his walls of boxes.<BR>> > > > > ><BR>> > > > > > Ollivander took out a box and handed Amber the wand inside. "Willow,<BR>> > > > > > 11 inches, swishy... Try this one, Miss McFuller."<BR>> > > > > ><BR>> > > > > > She gripped the wand tightly and, remembering how Kaydn did it, waved<BR>> > > > the<BR>> > > > > > wand.<BR>> > > > > ><BR>> > > > > Behind Amber, her grandfather held his breath and winced, remembering<BR>> > > > > the plate glass window Jason had broken with his first ill-fitting<BR>> > > > > wand.<BR>> > > ><BR>> > > > But nothing happened. Not even a spark.<BR>> > > ><BR>> > > > Ollivander frowned. He replaced the wand in Amber's grasp with one<BR>> > > > made from a darker wood. "Walnut, 7
inches, phoenix feather core. Try<BR>> > > > this one."<BR>> > > ><BR>> > > > When Amber twirled the new wand, she was rewarded with faint hissing<BR>> > > > noise and a small pop. Then nothing.<BR>> > > ><BR>> > > > Ollivander frowned again.<BR>> > > ><BR>> > > > "Darn," said Amber under her breath, "I liked that one, too..."<BR>> > ><BR>> > > Several more wands followed one after the other, producing wisps of<BR>> > > smoke and wan sparks more soft popping noises, but none producing<BR>> > > results that satisfied the little man. Muttering under his breath,<BR>> > > Ollivander climbed the precarious stepladder to take down a box from<BR>> > > the very top shelf.<BR>> > ><BR>> > > He climbed back down and opened the box slowly, almost reluctantly.<BR>> > > "Try this one, Miss McFuller. Rosewod,
ten-and-one-eighth inches long,<BR>> > > unicorn hair core."<BR>> > ><BR>> > > When Amber touched the wand a shock ran through her, like a jolt of<BR>> > > electricity.<BR>> > ><BR>> > ><BR>> > > Amber threw the wand to the floor. "What was that?!"<BR>> ><BR>> > Ryan chuckled to Amber's grandfather, softly, "Likely the right one."<BR><BR>Phil nodded, though he looked a little nervous.<BR>><BR>> Ollivander's eyes were very luminous behind his glasses. "Try touching<BR>> it again, Miss McFuller," he said, not really answering her question.<BR>><BR><BR>Amber hesitated but reluctantly reached for the wand, pausing alittle before she wrapped her fingers around the handle.</BLOCKQUOTE><p> 
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