Chapter 2.3- Doom Days

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“And then the core. Oh Veela hair? How interesting”

“From the ‘air of mon grand-mere” She said, flipping her hair with her hand, in a sign that she ws indeed extremely proud of that fact.

“Temperamental, of course. But can not be helped. Should work fine for you with youre nature, but I doubt it will be much use to another without your….gifts” He said. It was difficult to tell if the slight was intended or accidental as a result of a brash nature, but I doubted that Fleur would care much either way. An insult had been paid all the same, and the product lady did not seem the sort to accept slights.

He spun the wand around and conjured a bouquet of flowers that he handed over to the only female champion “I find this wand to be in good condition and pronounce it of fine working order” He said with gravitas, and then waited for Fleur to gather the massive bouquet int one hand before handing her wand over.

“Potter, Harry” He called now, and instead of ignoring the weight of the crowd’s stares, or preening under it, I turned and glared back for a second before walking up to the stage and handing the wand to Ollivander with my back as straight as could be. Doom would not bow to any man.

“Another of mine. Oh so beautiful. I remember carving every inch of this wand. I made it on the same day I made its brother, you know? Normally, I try to confine myself to a single wand in a day- finishing of course, as wands can take several days to make. My rule is that I do not start carving the next until the ay after I finish a wand. This was not the case on this particular day. After I carved his brother, it felt like this one wanted to burst out of me. He was demanding to be born and I had no choice but to begin. This is the first wand I ever carved on the same day as another. It is another respect in which they are the same. Born on the same day. Twins.” He said, running the wand all across his fingers and placing it next to his ears before beginning to hum to himself.

“11 inches. Oh he tells me such beautiful things. What a bond you share. History will be sure to tell us much about the both of you in time.” At this point, it was like he was talking to more himself than he was speaking to the audience at a whole.

“Nice and supple, holly with a single tailfeather from a phoenix so magnificent that he has only given two such feathers even after being sought after for centuries by several of my ancestors. A rare, but powerful combination suited for one with a powerful journey before them, but a solitary journey in the end. Almost fits you to a tee, Mr. Potter.”

“Thank you, Ollivander” I said with a nod. He still hadn’t let go off the wand or performed any magic yet.

A/N; Half of half of a third of a chappy so here ya go.