Ever since she had received her Hogwarts letter, Charlie's belief in fairy tales had increased exponentially.

Her life had become something she could only process happening in a story. The idea of her being a witch was not realistic to her, and yet, it was her new reality. She was currently standing in the shop where she would purchase a wand, that she'd use at her school for magic, wasn't she?

Possibly. The chance that her mind was making it all up was there.

Charlie had left her parents at the entrance of the store, walking through it to queue up for wand measurement. Although she hardly noticed, her hands gripped the sleeves of her yellow cable-knit sweater, accentuated by how her knuckles were turning quite pale. She wouldn't admit it if asked, but she was quite nervous.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when a seemingly sentient measuring tape started to whiz around her. Well, Charlie could say she'd seen just about everything now.


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