#19 Wand
“Maybe I’m not magical,” suggested Peter.
“No, no, you are. You are magical. The wands are just… picky about you.”
“Which means I’m too stupid for a wand.”
The wandmaker didn’t hear him.
Peter jumped when the door opened, and a boy with dark hair entered cheerily. “Hi, I’d like a wand?”
“Aha! Mr. Sirius Black. I know the perfect one for you.”
A minute later, the boy called Sirius had purchased the first wand he had tested. He exited the shop, grinning at Peter.
Peter stared at Mr. Ollivander, almost whimpering.
“Don’t worry, we’ll find a wand for you…” |