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The bell for third period rang as everyone in the Herbology room began to pack up, stuffing their parchments into their school bags, sweat dripping from the tops of their foreheads. It was pure pleasure to get out from the moist, warm greenhouse.

Suddenly, the greenhouse doors opened and a rather aged old man with silvery blue eyes appeared. He was thin and willowy, with a rather mysterious demeanor about him. No one paid him any notice as the students brushed past him, eager to find their friends in the corridors. Filch could be loudly heard, wheezing at the top of his lungs how students shouldn’t be using magic in the hallways, and Peeves was cackling in laughter.

“Mr. Ollivander!” Professor Sprout greeted from the front of the room. “Do come in, come in.”

James nudged Thor who looked up.

“See that man who just walked in? It looks like you’re all getting wands after all.” James muttered. Thor stiffened like a dog that sensed a rabbit.

“We’re getting wands?” Thor whispered, excitement appearing on his face. Turning to James he beamed. “Are we truly getting our wands? Does that man have our wands?” When James nodded, Thor slung the bag over his shoulder and marched his way through the students who were leaving.

“Sirius would’ve done the same thing.” Remus breathed, watching Thor amused. Everyone at the back table packed or not, stopped and stared as Thor approached the man talking to their professor.

“Excuse me, I do beg thy pardon, but does thee have my wand?” Thor asked curiously, his voice filling the emptying room as he looked eagerly eye to eye at the man. Ollivander looked curiously up at him.

“Are you one of those new students Albus has told me about?” Ollivander asked and Thor nodded obligingly.

“Tis true sir, the wise wizard speaks the truth. My friends and I have been waiting for this moment. But may I allow myself to ask, wherever is my wand?” Ollivander raised an eyebrow and allowed his eyes to travel to the back table, where the remaining students goggled in interest.

“Yes, yes, wands, very well.” Ollivander muttered softly to himself. Thor raised his eyebrows at the man’s self-mutterings. How unusual men were! Ollivander turned his gaze onto Thor’s, and when Thor least expected it, the man boomed, making Thor slightly jump.

“Well, c’mon! Off to Hogsmeade we go! The rest of your classmates are waiting outside the classroom!” Ollivander strode out the door, the rest of the students shuffling eagerly after him. Indeed, waiting outside for them were Clint and Natasha whispering to themselves, and a bored looking Loki.

“We’ll save you all a seat at Defense.” James muttered softly to Steve; and the Marauders, Frank, Alice, Cassandra, Xenophilius, Lily, Dorkas, Marlene and McKay went their separate ways.

“Now if you all follow me, Hogsmeade is this way. We are going into one of the branching shops of mine, Ollivander’s, and we will situate your wands.” The man said as they opened the doors leading out of school grounds.

For it only being September the second, the air was crisp and surrounded them with the feeling of an oncoming autumn, bound to show its head sooner or later from behind summer’s corner. As they walked up the cobbled road, the group of students kept a short distance away from Ollivander, soaking in their surroundings.

“So Bruce, have you gotten anywhere with the time pendant?” Clint asked, looking at Bruce who was fingering the chain of the pendant nervously, his eyes trained straight forward. Bruce solemnly shook his head and sighed.

“I kept looking at it last night. I’m scared to mess with it myself, in fear I’ll go too far into the future or deeper into the past. The fact we left the blueprint back at Stark Tower sort of leaves me circling around a cul-de-sac of cluelessness.” Bruce shook his head. “I’m sure when we get some free time, I might check into the library.”

“It’s alright Bruce, there’s no pressure, don’t stress.” Tony said, slinging an arm around Bruce’s shoulder and began to whistle “Iron Man” by Black Sabbath. Bruce grinned slightly and straightened his askew glasses, pushing Tony of with a playful shove.

“And has genius number two been helping with the research?” Natasha asked in a clipped tone, sharply eying Tony with her glaring eyes. Tony shook his head.

“Nope, truthfully, no, I haven’t.” Tony said with a tone of ease, as if it didn’t bother him. When Natasha clicked her tongue impatiently, Tony added in, “But don’t worry, I’ll pitch in with the bookwork. I just sorta clunked out last night. I mean, yesterday was pretty intense if you ask me. You know, with the aliens and now being a wizard.” Natasha snorted, and Thor piped up.

“As much as I miss Jane, this wizarding world is magnificent! I do hope we don’t leave too soon!” Thor then skipped to Loki who was trying his hardest to keep his distance from Thor.

“So brother, how have you enjoyed your first day? I see you have made some friends!” Thor said, clapping his brother on the back. Loki snorted and rolled his eyes at his brother’s feeble attempts to be civil.

“My first day has been coming on splendidly, until now that I have to deal with my dear, blasted brother of mine.” Loki drawled in a sarcastically admiring tone. Thor groaned.

“We are just like Sirius and Regulus, aren’t we? Brothers deep down and have played and laughed together, but now we simply hate each other’s guts.”

“Oh dearest brother, have you not realized that you are no brother of mine?”

“As evil as you are Loki, our different parents can never part our brotherly bonds we had!” Thor announced, sounding slightly irritated.

“Both of you honestly need to put a sock in it!” Tony grumbled. “You need to just accept the fact that you aren’t cuddly brothers any more, and are polar opposites of the universe.” Thor and Loki turned to Tony, an annoyed look on their faces.

“This is family business, something that doesn’t concern you.” Thor growled, but Steve shot Thor a look.

“Thor, just leave it buddy. Save it for later.” Steve nodded, and Thor looked away, scoffing. As they went further down the cobbled road, a small village loomed into view.

“Well c’mon now. Unless you want to stall your classes and be further behind, I suggest you keep up.” Ollivander called, swiveling his head around his shoulder. The teenagers scurried down the cobbled path to catch up after noticing how far they began to lag behind.

As they passed through Hogsmeade’s gates, the tiny village seemed peaceful and quiet, a few villagers granting them a cheery ‘Good morning’ as they bustled along the way. All the shops were open, but as the teenagers gawked inside the buildings through the windows, they noticed how empty the small shops were.

“Business sure is booming.” Tony muttered under his breath as he peered into a nearly empty joke shop called Zonko’s. Ollivander however heard of Tony’s mutterings and chuckled.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that son. Hogsmeade gets rather rowdy and crowded once the Hogsmeade’s trips start coming up, especially during the holidays and Valentine’s Day. Students spend almost all day out here, just wandering around. Of course, you’ll see when you visit.” Ollivander said, nodding to an intent Bruce who was walking beside him. As they went a little further down the road, they stopped at a rather old looking building that seemed closed, and Ollivander took out a ring of keys.

“It seems that my nephew Digby closed down the shop today,” Ollivander sighed as he fumbled through his many keys with his thin fingers. “You see, he runs the store while I run mine at Diagon Alley. Of course, he does keep the store closed when the students don’t come around.” The students watched patiently as the man finally singled out a key and slid it into the keyhole. There was then a soft clicking sound and Ollivander turned the knob, opening the door wide and allowing the teenagers to pile inside first.

“You dear, do you mind if you can switch on the lamp?” Ollivander asked Natasha who stood closest to the desk. Natasha nodded and turned the lamp on before the old man shut the door.

“Now if you wait here, I have special wands made in the back room that I will go retrieve. Please don’t touch anything, for the wand chooses the wizard, and therefore, not all wands will comply to just anyone.” Ollivander allowed his silvery blue eyes to linger on them all, particularly on Tony, who just innocently stared back, before disappearing behind the many shelves of boxes. The shop smelled of wood and aged book pages making it clear that no one had been in the shop for a long time.

“I wonder what he means by the fact that the wand chooses the wizard.” Tony said, making his way to a shelf closest to him. He had placed his hands on a box when Steve hissed,

“You idiot, he said not to touch anything! He wouldn’t be so serious about it if he didn’t tell us, but he did!”

Tony rolled his eyes and placed his hands above his head in surrender.  “Alright, alright, Mister Rule Follower, I’ll keep my wandering hands to myself. But honestly, the dude just looks a bit uptight. It’s just a wand, nothing bad can happen just by simply holding it.” Tony rolled his eyes again. “Jeesh, I guess that’s the consequences of never getting laid, your boxers must be getting small. Or do you wear whitey-tighty-grandma-undies?” He grinned cheekily as Steve glowered at him, and Clint failed to hide a snicker. Thor however, shook his head.

“The Captain is right, Stark. Loki and I can sense the magic in this realm of beings. It’s different to the magic that we are accustomed to, but tis powerful. I wouldn’t overestimate the man, for he is wisest above us in his knowledge.” Thor patted Steve on the back before he too walked around the room curiously. Steve smirked at Tony’s dropped jaw and Natasha added in smugly,

“Better close that trap of yours Stark, a fly might just fly in there and really choke you for words.” Natasha turned away grinning and gladly took the high five that Clint had offered her. Tony’s look became sour as he turned away, mumbling to himself.

 Loki sighed impatiently as he leaned back on the door, arms crossed. How immature of them, quarrelling like children and they are supposed to be 17! Humph! Loki thought to himself, and shook his head.  He couldn’t wait to return to the castle and get away from the idiots he was damned to his life with.

When Ollivander had returned, he was pushing a squeaky cart piled high with boxes of wands. Everyone, instantly finished with walking around in curiosity, gathered around Ollivander like attracted magnets on a refrigerator.

“Can we pick one now?” Thor breathed, eying at the pile of boxed wands that were special, that were made for them, eagerly and hungrily. It was clear by his twitching fingers that he was itching to grab one and leave; but as he looked up into the elder’s eyes, Thor’s anticipation faltered.

“I see you have forgotten what I said earlier?” Ollivander concluded, eying no one else but Thor. Thor blushed and looked down, ashamed for being called out by the elder. Thor shook his head under the silvery blue gaze.

“No sir, I haven’t forgotten.” Thor mumbled through his lips, very much aware that his peers were smirking at him. Feeling the need to prove himself, he added, “You said the wand chooses the wizard, therefore not all wands will comply to just any hand.”

“Very good,” Ollivander whispered softly. With his slender fingers, the man picked up a box and opened it before Thor. “Therefore you will be the first to try for wands.” At this Thor perked up, eying the man happily.

“Really…?” Thor whispered. Ollivander nodded earnestly and Thor just stood there marveled.

“Good grief Thor, it’s just a wand for Pete’s sake! There’s no need to act all honored for it.” Tony cried out impatiently. It was clear that he too was itching for his special stick of wood. Thor and Ollivander shot him glares as Ollivander spoke up,

“To have possession of a wand is a great honor and responsibility. Many who have been expelled from school have their wands snapped and others who have misused it and took advantage of its precious gift get theirs confiscated while they rot in Azkaban.” Ollivander said coldly, letting his eyes delve deep into Tony’s who just swallowed.

“Sir, what is Azkaban.” Steve asked, not liking the sound of the word or having to rot in it either. The others eyed Ollivander intently who sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

“Azkaban,” Ollivander began, “Is the prison for wizards that have crossed the line and fell in too deep. They are those who have been arrested for penalties such as the taking of one’s life or using torturous methods on the innocent. Azkaban is a cold place one cannot escape. The walls are full of misery and the inmates cackle out of madness. You’re lucky if you get out alive and sane, but many are imprisoned for life. The Dementors that guard the prison don’t make Azkaban any better either. They suck the happiness out of your soul until not a single happy memory is left. And after they feed off you so much, it isn’t long until there isn’t anything left inside you, and you are nothing more than an empty, soulless being, just a mere living shell with nothing on the inside.”

Ollivander finished with his eyes shining brightly, locking them into each and every one of the students. He caught the fear that glistened underneath their irises, even the boy with the Slytherin emblem, and he knew his forewarning was done. Turning back to Thor, he spoke quite gently,

“Now this wand is 13-and-a-half inches. It’s made of blackthorn wood with its core being Thestral hair; a very powerful wand indeed.” Ollivander handed the wand to Thor who stood there, frozen with the wand in hand. “Go on, wave it around a bit.” Ollivander encouraged, and as Thor waved the wand around, a violent jet of yellow light exploded from its tip and blasted a hole through the roof, causing Thor to jump frantically along with his peers.

Now they understood by what Ollivander meant by the wand choosing the wizard.

“I shall suppose this isn’t the wand for me?” Thor concluded meekly as he handed the wand back to a shaken Ollivander. The old man weakly smiled as he returned the wand back to its box and pulled out another.

“Try this one. It’s of holly with a rare core mix of unicorn hair and phoenix feather. Wispy and light, twelve inches.” Handing the wand to Thor, Thor gave the wand a gentle wave, in hope that there wouldn’t be anymore explosions.

“It feels odd,” Thor whispered softly as a small beam of light glowed from the wand tip and faded away. “My fingers feel warm. Is that normal?” Thor looked up at the man who had a mysterious smile playing at his lips.

“I can’t say its normal,” Ollivander began, “because the core is different and so rare. You see, a phoenix feather core alone is a wand that likes to go its own way. They are hard to win allegiance to, and are some of the rarest wand cores around. They are very picky as to who their owners are and act as if they have a mind of their own. The fact that there is a strange and odd mix of unicorn hair makes it just as bizarre. A wand with a core of unicorn hair is very faithful and hard to turn over to the Dark Arts. They share a strong bond with their first owner. To be honest, the wand itself is an utterly confusing mess. Holly wood does not pair well with the phoenix feather, but seeing as how it is mixed with unicorn hair the combination is possible. Wands of holly like a master who have the tendency to be angry and impetuous and need help to balance and control overwhelming emotions.” Ollivander finished and watched Thor inspect the wand.

“I want it. It feels right.” Thor whispered. “It’s as if the wand knows who I am.” Looking up, Thor looked into the elder man’s face who smiled gently down at him. “I’m taking the wand.”

“Yes, yes. Of course, if you are positive that’s the one you want.” Ollivander nodded. Ollivander took Thor’s response as a silent yes as he watched the boy step aside, smiling and marveling at his brand new wand.

“Alright, who’s next?” Ollivander asked, peering over to the rest of the students. All of them remained silent as Bruce timidly stepped forward.

“I think I’d like to be chosen next.” Bruce said in a mellow toned voice. Ollivander smiled and picked out a box from the stack.

“Try this, vine with the core of dragon heartstring. Nine inches,” Bruce took it cautiously and jabbed it towards a desk with a stack of papers. The second it took its aim, the papers were scattered and flying everywhere.

“Damn, I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to blow another hole in the roof!” Bruce cried out apologetically at the mess of papers on the floor. Looking at Ollivander, Bruce handed the wand over to the tight lipped man. If all seven of them were going to get their wands today, the shop was going to be a chaotic mess.

“It’s alright my dear boy, I’ve gone through worse.” Ollivander sighed and placed the wand back in its box. “Try this, a lovely wand of hazel and a core of dragon heartstring, thirteen inches.”

Bruce took it and pointed it to a blank wall, just in case anything bad happened. In a split second, angry sparks were blasted from the wand tip and hit the stone, the sound of bullets ringing throughout the room. Bruce winced. He was most certain that the wand didn’t like him at all. As he returned the wand to Ollivander, the man gazed at him curiously.

“You don’t manage your feelings very well, don’t you?” The elder asked, and Bruce blushed. So the wand had some vendetta on him?

“Wands made with hazel like owners who can understand and manage their feelings. Hazel wands are rather sensitive and can be dangerous to handle if their owners have been greatly disappointed or angered.” Ollivander advised as he took the wand from Bruce. Behind him, Bruce can hear Tony and Clint chuckling about anger management courses. Natasha hissed for them to shut up.

“Now how about this one, my dear boy; it’s of walnut with a core of unicorn hair. A comfortable ten-and-a-half, meant for those who are intelligent. It’s an ideal wand for a true inventor.” Ollivander winked as he handed the wand to Bruce.

Grinning, Bruce took the wand eagerly and pressed his fingertips around the wooden stick. He felt an instant warmth and comfort, as if he had been accepted. Giving it a little wave, just to make sure, a soft glow was emitted from the wand tip and Bruce knew it was the wand for him. Looking back to Ollivander, he found the old man smiling knowingly, as if he knew that the wand will choose him.

“Thank you, sir.” Bruce said, stepping aside for the next student and slid himself next to Thor who grinned up at him. After Bruce had shuffled away, both Tony and Natasha stepped up to Ollivander.

“I’ll go next.” They both declared simultaneously. With narrowed eyes, they turned to each other. “No, I go!” They hissed, again in a harmonized fashion.

“Lady’s first, Stark.” Natasha countered coolly, restraining herself from unleashing the Black Widow inside. Tony snorted and was about to say something when he caught a dangerous flare in her eyes.

“Right, you win, Romanoff.” Tony mumbled, stepping back. “But I hope you know you’re no lady.” He smirked smugly as Natasha hissed and turned her back to him. Feisty little red-head she was.

“Okay my dear. Perhaps you can give this wand a shot. Its wood is of Aspen with a core of dragon heartstring. It’s a duelist wand, perfect for those who are with a strong mind and determined, and the right companion of many revolutionaries. Paired with dragon heartstring, it’s a very strong wand.” Ollivander slid open the top of the box and pulled out a thin wand of white, nine-and-three-fourths inches.

Natasha’s eyes widened eagerly, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“I feel as if it’s calling for me already.” She whispered, taking the wand from the man. Turning to the same wall Bruce set the angry sparks on; Natasha eyed the wall fiercely, as if it was her opponent, and gave a confident flick.

An elegant jet of blue light erupted from the tip and swirled into nothingness, leaving a vapory mist behind. Grinning, satisfied with herself, she turned to Ollivander who watched with eyebrows raised. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see the bemused look on all her peers’ faces, feeding her smug smile even more.

“I think this is the one, sir.” Natasha beamed, eying her wand happily. “I’m really satisfied with what I have now.” Ollivander smiled and nodded, acknowledging her decision before motioning Tony forward. As Natasha stepped towards the door with Thor and Bruce, Thor whispered demandingly,

“How is it your wand spit out a jet of blue light?”

“Okay my boy! How about you try this wand, a good thirteen inches, made of pear and a core of unicorn tail hair?” Ollivander presented Tony with the wand, and Tony eagerly grabbed it. With an air of audacity, Tony absent mindedly aimed his wooden stick at a shelf full of other wands and gave it a cocky swish. The boxes of wands threw themselves off of the shelf and scattered all over the place, sparks igniting when they clashed with the ground.

At the result, Tony felt his blood drain and face whiten. Ollivander did not look pleased at all.

“I see you are the exact opposite of what this wand calls for?” Ollivander asked softly, and Tony looked up ashamed.

“Who does this wand call for, sir?” Tony asked, skeptically eying the wand that seemed to hate him.

“Wands made of Pear would like to work best with owners who are warm hearted, generous, and wise.” Ollivander said, taking the wand from Tony who looked down at his feet. He could hear the others snickering behind him, and he felt his embarrassment boil. I am generous! I SAVED the world! He thought to himself.

But you’re arrogant and cocky all the same. His conscious hissed back. Feeling an odd tingle of guilt, he thought perhaps he could work on it this year…

“Imaginably this will work better, eh son? Twelve and a half inches made of chestnut wood and a core of dragon heartstring.” Ollivander handed him the wand, and Tony felt a friendly warming comfort on his fingers. Cautiously he lifted the wand and waved it above his head, allowing it to produce a hazy, warm, glowing mist. Lowering the wand, Tony looked up at Ollivander who smiled at him, as if forgetting that the brash boy had ruined his shelf of organized wands.

“Sir may I ask—”

“—who your wand obeys to? Wands of chestnut wood are a rather curious piece of work. When paired with unicorn hair, they show to be best matched with those who believe in fair justice. I’ve issued a number of those wands. My, the years have passed, and three of them have turned into three consecutive heads of the Wizengamot, of course, they were Hufflepuffs. Yours however, is paired with dragon heartstring, and little do I know about that combination. The chestnut wood does not reveal much of its secrets to us wand makers.” Ollivander nodded, and Tony grinned, stepping back.

“Thank you, sir.” Tony replied, taking a little mental note to analyze his wand later on.

“So, which one of you three is up next?” Ollivander asked, eying Loki, Steve, and Clint. The three of them turned to each other and shrugged simultaneously. When they didn’t reach a conclusion, Ollivander pointed to Loki.

“You there, my boy; why don’t we settle yours next, eh…?” Ollivander asked, motioning for Loki to come forward. Loki stepped up to the cart and waited as the man’s slender fingers traveled along the lids of boxes.

“We could try this one. It’s out of hawthorn and dragon heart string, a good 12 and three-fourths inches.” Ollivander whispered, but behind the grey irises, the teenagers could all see that Ollivander knew this one was it. Loki studied Ollivander deeply before taking the wand. Turning to the bare wall, he gave it a sharp flick, and a jet of silver light shot out and dissolved into nothing, quite similar to Natasha’s.  Loki turned to Ollivander, eyebrows raised for an explanation.

“The hawthorn wand finds refuge with the owner whose nature is filled with complexities. They find comfort in the hands of one who undergoes a building distress or turmoil. They like a talented owner, and while they are rather useful for healing, they are proficient with powerful and damaging curses.  A fellow wand maker, Gregorovitch, has stated himself that the wood of this wand is very contradicting, coming from a tree that can heal with its leaves yet branches that smell of death. Use your wand wisely, boy, for that stick is powerful more than you know.” Ollivander whispered, yet the warning was loud enough to be heard by everyone. Loki nodded obediently and stepped aside, eying his wand wondrously. Thor however, eyed Loki skeptically, catching the faint devious sparkle in his adopted brother’s eyes.

Steve and Clint looked at each other, telepathically sending messages of who should go next. When Clint gave Steve a sharp look with his light brown eyes, Steve sighed and walked up forward to the cart. Ollivander smiled at him with a renewed face, and offered a wand encouragingly.

“This one is of silver lime and unicorn hair—a good eleven inches.” Ollivander spoke, and Steve took it, aiming it towards the wall. However, as he lifted it, his eyesight blurred, and for a moment his vision went black, and one particular memory entered his mind. He was controlling an airship of some sort, and it was crashing, and there was the sound of Peggy’s voice…

The memory closed off, and Steve’s vision cleared once more, only Ollivander wasn’t smiling at all. In fact, the wand maker’s face whitened as Steve was breathing deeply and shaking.

“Here—sir—I—don’t—think—” Steve stuttered and handed over the wand to the ghostly man. Ollivander took it and hastily put it away.

“I should’ve known better than to let you try that one. That was quite foolish of me.” Ollivander whispered. Steve looked up, quite aware that everyone was goggling at him.

“If you don’t mind me asking, but who’s designed for that wand?”

“Those who occupy the wand of silver limes are those who are seers and very well skilled Legilimens. Legilimens are well accomplished with the subject of Ligilimency, the act of being able to navigate through one’s mind. A Legiliman has full access to a person’s thoughts, feelings and memories. The penetration of the mind and seeing the future is a rather mysterious art, only achieved by the best skilled and the chosen.” Ollivander informed. Steve swallowed.

“The wand,” Steve slowly began. “I was seeing a memory of me about to die—” He looked up to Ollivander who was grimly smiling down on him.

“My dear boy, I apologize for your experience, but I suppose it’s the wand’s way of telling you that you are not its match.” Ollivander timidly said and handed Steve another wand. “Perhaps, this will be better?” Steve nodded eagerly, and took the wand. This one felt friendlier and a pulse of comfort and strength sped through his shaken limbs.

Giving it a wave, a gentle golden light became illuminated from the wand tip and Steve beamed at the old wand maker.

“You must be a Gryffindor, are you not?” Ollivander asked, and before Steve could ask, Ollivander continued.

“That wand there that you hold is made of English oak and has a core of unicorn hair. English oak wands are very faithful to their owners and stick by them through good and bad, especially when paired with unicorn hair.  They mandate for their owners to show great strength, courage and fidelity; so when paired with their witch or wizard of the calling, they make rather loyal companions.” Ollivander explained. Gently smiling, Ollivander looked at Steve. “Well, I suppose you’ll take it?”

“Yes, sir. I’ll take it.” Steve said softly, and granted the man a thankful smile before stepping aside and presenting Clint a spot before the wand maker.

“You are a quiet one, yes?” Ollivander asked, raising an eyebrow at Clint who still had said nothing. Clint shrugged, as if saying ‘neither here nor there’ and Ollivander sighed. Natasha gently smiled at Clint’s silent interaction, noting how no one could read his movements better than her.

“Well, I suppose I have the perfect wand just for you, dear boy. Try this one, a combination of pine and dragon heartstring, ten and three fourths inches.”

Clint studied the wand and felt a burning desire to seize it. The wand seemed to be calling for him already. Taking it carefully, he gave the wand a slight wave above his head. There was a sudden sound of wind circling around him, the wand producing a soft and warm glow of light. Mildly surprised by the feeling, Clint allowed his arm to drop to his side, and grinned at Ollivander.

“Yes, of course. The wand says much about you.” Ollivander whispered, looking around the room, and smiling when he looked back to meet Clint’s eyes. “You see, wands made of pine likes an owner who is independent, usually viewed upon as a loner, intriguing, and, or, mysterious.  Owners of pine wands are also destined to live long lives, for I have never assigned, nor heard of a pine wand and hear their master have died young. Of course, this isn’t always the case, but wands sense things on their own.”

There was a silence and Clint turned to all his peers, all of them staring back. They now had their wands! He just couldn’t believe it!

“Now, I suppose it’s time to head back to the castle? If my watch is right, I see that you have no more than ten minutes until your lunch time starts.” Ollivander declared. Tony and Thor looked up with a renewed interest at the sound of lunch, leaving Ollivander to chuckle.

“Well, c’mon then, you won’t be filling up your stomachs just by standing around!” Ollivander said, coming from behind the cart and taking lead out the shop. The teenagers all bounded after one another, but it was Bruce who had the common sense and etiquette to ask.

“Mr. Ollivander, don’t we still have to pay?” he asked, and everyone froze, completely unaware, till now, that Bruce had a point. Yet none of them had any money! Ollivander shook his head in disagreement, waving them all to keep walking.

“The headmaster has told me certain things about your situation. I am aware that you don’t have money, and though I told Dumbledore it wasn’t necessary, he paid for the cost of all your wands already.”


Author’s Notes:
This was the longest chapter I’ve written so far, and perhaps the one that took up the most time. For those wondering where I’ve got all the wand information from, it’s from the wonderful website of Harry Potter Wikia. I swear—the site’s a life saver! I'll be honest, after all the research gone into this chapter, I sort of lazed up a bit, so I'm sorry if I made the subject of wandlore a bit grueling, boring, or just pure unrealistic. I know that I put so much emphasis on this small event, but let's face it-- you just can't be at Hogwarts without a wand. And yes, some of the wands I created do seem profound, but I tried, and hopefully this chapter turned out okay.