 Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE!
The first official stop on her official Hogwarts supply shopping Diagon Alley trip was obviously wand shopping. (After, of course, being lost by her brother and a small adventure of her own and being found by her parents and a gentle scolding and a reminder that "Hogwarts was a privilege" and blah blah blah.)
This was really it. Her own wand. She had waited eleven years, nine months, and twenty-one days for today. The day she would get her very own wand. With which she would learn her very own spells. With which she would impress her Da and help her big sister cook someday. This was the start of, well, everything.
Smile firmly plastered on her face, fists clenched at her sides, hardly daring to breathe for fear she might squeal with joy, Sophia stood as still as could be as she waited her turn for her wand measurements. The stillness was the only reasonable way to prevent herself from BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS WITH EXCITEMENT. When it was finally her turn, she took a deep breath, then relaxed a bit so the magical measuring tape could measure her. Was she tall? Would she get a tall wand? She was certainly mature for a first year, see how much calmer she was than the other eleven-year-olds? Soph was certain she'd get a wand that recognized her decorum and, well, that she was nearly twelve already. She giggled as the measuring tape zipped along her arms. That tickled!! |