Theme # 19: Wand


Little Ollivander stepped into the wand shop, his eyes unusually bright. They were not often this happy. The misted silver was more often than not a silent shade, that was sometimes surprising to behold – too quiet, for such a young child.

He was not a quiet child, though. Even talkative if the occasion called for it, in fact. The kind of child who would rather stay silent; but, should something interest him, ask no end of questions related to it.

“Try this one,” the shopkeeper said, handing out a box to the little kid.

Ollivander accepted it, with quiet joy.