Chapter Thirty Seven

I walked at a fast pace with my grandparents, it was best to create a distance so that the Goblins could not pull us back. In public, they would not dare to kidnap a pureblood. Especially one that has been in the Witch Weekly magazine. It had happened when I left to go to get new dresses from Madam Malkin and tried on different dresses.

It was supposed to be secret but when a reporter of the magazine took a picture of me silently while I twirled in different dresses. I was on the front page with the attracting caption. "This fashion princess is back in Britain!"

I had read the magazine when Grandmother had brought it over with an exciting giggle. She had bought around seven copies and gave one to me. I had read it in my room about how I distempered from society and that people thought I was kidnapped or kissed by a dementor. I had burned the copied seconds later.

"Grandfather would you be able to get my books, set of crystal vials and set brass scales as well as a cauldron, while Grandmother can get my robes from madam malkin and a telescope, " I asked. Grandfather was always quick and efficient with shopping while grandmother would be talking with Madam Malkin for hours about my accomplishments and such. "I will go and get my wand," I added to try and convince grandfather.

"No problem right dear, we'll see you at the Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour around three-ish," Grandmother said. This would give me lots of time to explore and look at the different shops. I nodded and gave almost all the galleons to grandmother and grandfather as I kept 50 galleons for myself.

I walked towards Ollivanders with confidence in my step I had to be confident. I had to be reassured in myself yet somehow the nervous butterflies bloomed in my stomach. Excitement butterflies were in there as well I felt myself feel happy. More than happy I felt ecstatic. I had not felt like that in a long time but I felt it now. I wanted to see my wand I wanted to have it in my hand. I wanted to cast my very first spell.

I increased my step and almost ran towards the worn down grey building in front of me. Luckily there was no line nor someone in the store as I opened the creaky door. I soft bell sound ran as I walked in and I looked around. There were papers everywhere and lots, lots of boxes.

"Excuse me, Mr Ollivander are you here," I asked with uncertainty. I shrieked back as I saw a grey-headed man jump up from behind the counter. "Ah, Hello Pansy Parkinson," He smiled vaguely. "I have been expecting you, you know I remember your parents like it was yesterday coming in the store for their very first wand. English oak wood and a phoenix feather 13 and a half inches slightly bend and a Pinewood dragon heartstring 12 inches exactly and slightly supple," He greeted.

I smiled back, Ollivander had been my favourite character, he always intrigued me and today could not turn into a bad day now that I've seen him. "you seem especially happy to see me young ms," He said with a raised eyebrow. I let a soft giggle escape be lips before collecting myself again.

"I am fascinated by Wandlore and the creation of magical devices, this is like dream come true. I do apologize for my rude behaviour," I said looking at the boxes past him in awe.