The Wonderful World of Hogwarts—A Detailed And Advanced Roleplay discussion

The door opened into the little, dusty shop, startling the bell that hung at the doorway into ringing. A tall man entered the shop to then hold the door open for a little red-haired girl and older woman with similarly-colored locks of her own. Aniya Jo Boyle, or Ani, as she liked to be called, was finally stepping into Ollivander's to purchase her very first wand. With her oldest sibling, Kiera, now entering her seventh year at Hogwarts, this day was one long awaited.

"Why hello there!" a round witch chimed brightly, emerging from the rows of tall shelves stacked with thin wand boxes visible behind the worn wooden counter. She looked the small girl up and down, paying her parents little mind. "First wand, I see." Her gaze now moved to the parents, Norene and Thomas Boyle, before returning to peer directly into Ani's grey-blue eyes, the same color as her father. Hmm..." She whisked off again into the maze of shelves.

Ani stared wide-eyed after the witch as she disappeared. That was easily the most peculiar experience of her life thus far. It was tradition in her family to go on one's own to buy school supplies—Well, it wasn't really a 'tradition' so much as doing anything with her siblings was chaos. A cat leaped up on the counter to eye the little girl and her parents. Smiling, the redhead approached the orange feline, hand extended but palm up. The cat lifted it's head to her hand just as the witch, Ms. Warnsbury, returned.

"What is your name, child?" the witch inquired, returning with a dark red box in her hands. "I see you've met Hermann."

"Ani Boyle, ma'am." Hermann purred beneath her hand as she gently moved it along the length of his back, her fingertips trailing through his thick coat of fur.

"It's just Angela, dear. Here, try this," the witch said, holding a slender, glossy wand out to the girl in dark-skinned fingers. "I don't think this will be quite the right one but you might enjoy giving it a try."

Ani took the wand from Angela with a certain sense of awe. It was the first time she'd ever really held a wand. She'd played with sticks before, of course, but it wasn't the same as a wand. And you just didn't handle other people's wands. The curves of the handle seemed to fit her hand, the weight of the wand felt so natural. She gave it a tentative flick—

The wand sputtered out a few sparks and Angela watched the girl's face promptly fall. "No worries," she assured Ani. "Remember, I said I didn't think it was the one for you."

Ani's parents had drifted off to a corner of the wand shop to peruse some books stacked in rickety piles, but their daughter either had failed to notice or simply didn't care. The girl watched the store owner grab a box from one of the shelves above her, third shelf up from the ground.

The wand Angela handed to Ani was golden-red in its color, and just a little longer than her forearm. It wasn't especially flexible, but it wasn't the stiffest of wands. Slender, it tapered evenly from the base of the handle to the thin tip, embellished only by a small-leaved vine delicately carved into the surface. "Try this," the witch said, a knowing smile on her face. "Let's see what you think."

Upon giving this wand a flick, a dahlia comprised of golden light burst from the wand's tip. A delighted gasp escaped from between her rosy lips. "Is this it?" she inquired of Angela, her delight at the prospect showing in her voice. "My wand?"

"Yes, it would appear to be such. And my, it's a handsome one too!" The witch took the wand from Ani, who was reluctant to give it up but did hand it over. As she placed it in its box, she continued, saying, "Red Oak, with a dual core of Demiguise hair and Phoenix feather." Demiguise hair wasn't strong enough to stand on its own, but with the addition of Phoenix feather, the merits of the hair could be had while the wand would still have its fair share of power. "Ten and three-eighths inches, inflexible. What do you think?"

"I love it!" Ani exclaimed, reclaiming her now-boxed wand with evident relief. Her parents, by now gathering that she'd found her wand, returned to her side, paying for the wand as their youngest child squirmed with delight.

"Good," Angela said with a nod as she took care of the transaction with Ani's parents. "I would hope so."

With that, Ani thanked the wand maker one last time and she and her parents exited the shop.