"Look at it!" Draco stabbed the wand toward us, a triumphant chilling fire in his eyes. "I made it work." Theo and I clapped, whooping at the performance. I was eager for my own turn.

"The wand decided to work, Mr. Malfoy. The wand chose you." Mr. Ollivander reminded him, going in depth about the wand. "Ten inches long, reasonably springy, core of unicorn hair, and made of Hawthorne."

"Cool." Draco leered down at the wand, undoubtedly shuffling through thoughts of mischief to act up in with his new toy.

"Mr. Nott, you next." Mr. Ollivander called him over to my slight disappointment, keeping my watch on the wand spectacle. Theo ended up with a wand that was fourteen and three quarters inches long, slightly yielding, made of dogwood with a dragon heartstring core. "Miss Lestrange...come on up."

"Me?" I obliged him, shuffling over to take Theo's place. "How did you know? I never told you my name."

"Although you look incredibly similar, you also have her aura." Mr. Ollivander laid out a multitude of wands, touching each one lightly "The shop felt the same way it did those many years ago when she stepped inside. Her wand was twelve and three quarter inches long, unyielding, made of walnut and dragon heartstring." He passed me off a wand. I tried it, giving it a long swish.

"I don't think it's worki-" The wand was snatched from me immediately. Another one replaced it and then another one and another and a few more after that until my wrist had begun to ache unforgivingly. Swishing over and over again was starting to feel like the most boring action known to man. Until it happened.

Warmth fed into my hand. I could feel it breathing against my skin. A green luminescent glow surrounded the wand Mr. Ollivander had gifted me. Sparklers started to fizzle at the end of the ornate wood, shooting out of the wand in a spray of light.

"Woah." I breathed, clutching my new little friend. "Pardon my language but that was fucking awesome!"

"Yeah!" Theo howled, hands cupped around his face. "Took the words right out of my mouth."

"Curious..." Mr. Ollivander remarked, brushing fingers over his lips. "Thirteen and a half inches long, swishy, made of pine and horned serpent core. Quite partial to parsel tongue. It's musical too. The core was used by the original Ilvermorny founders. It's incredibly rare. I had to have it shipped over from the States."

"Do you want it back?" I asked, offering the wand back to him. If it was so rare then I wouldn't feel right keeping it. The wand refused to leave my palm, sticking onto me like super glue.

"No." Mr. Ollivander denied me, walking over to the cash register to ring us up. "Besides, I don't think you could get rid of her if you tried. Persistent little thing."