Request for the first wand

"It could be Alexander," Willow said. The woman wanted Alexander as a son, as she was cursed by Jacob Lestrange's dark wizards when she was attacked, rendering her unable to have more children. She also started a relationship with Nathaniel Cross.

Alexander celebrated and ran with Sara to continue playing on the slide. Sara was the daughter of a potion maker and a no-maj, born the same year as Alexander, and they had become good friends. Alexander frequently visited MACUSA, where he was trained by the silent ones in various arts. He was very bright for a five-year-old, and when the silent ones talked about magic, there was a fire in his eyes as he took notes. However, his greatest talent was in Divination, though he lost interest in it after a short time.

"It's not fun to see the future; it's more fun not knowing what will happen, because that's a surprise," he said to Cusel, who had been laughing at his words all day, as he agreed that seeing the future takes away the charm of life.

After a couple of hours of playing in the park, they went to Villa Picquery. An eagle's sharp squeak was heard as Amethyst descended and began to peck Alexander gently.

The boy laughed and caressed her, saying, "Amethyst, we'll play later. I know you're angry that I didn't take you, but it was a no-majic park." The Thunderbird hummed and turned around, giving him her back.

"Amethyst, stop being angry. How about I give you your favorite coffee and dulce de leche candies?" Alexander said, and upon hearing that, Amethyst turned around and opened her beak. Alexander laughed and took out a piece of candy, giving it to her. She began to chew on it slowly, making noises like a song and posed for him to preen her feathers.

Willow and Nathaniel laughed at the creature's behavior. Even the natives had been surprised by the deep bond Alexander had with her, so deep that he understood their words.

"Alex, remember Grandma Seraphina wants to take you to Mr. Wolfe in a bit. Go shower and change," Willow said seriously.

"Okay, Sister Willow," he said, heading inside the mansion.

"So, your mother will take you for your wand. She won't wait until you're 11?" Nathaniel asked, looking at Willow.

"She wants to see which wand fits you best, as Amethyst gave you her heart feather, and it would have to be a custom wand," Willow explained.

"Mmm, I see. Most likely something interesting will come up, knowing Wolf, since he works with Thunderbird feathers," Nathaniel said.

Alexander finished bathing and went to his room to put on a suit that Lizi, the house elf of the family, had prepared for him. The elf fixed Alexander's shirt, and when she finished, she said, "It's ready, young sir. It suits you very well."

"Thank you very much, Lizi. The suit is very good," Alexander said, smiling. The elf looked extremely happy. Alexander went down the stairs to the entrance hall, where his grandmother was waiting for him, reading some letters.

"Grandma, I'm ready. Where are we going?" he asked, intrigued.

Seraphina looked at him and smiled. "Let's go to a wand maker, Alex. Let's see what kind of wand you'll use when you go to Ilvermorny. Oh, and Alex, don't forget the feather Amethyst gave you," Seraphina reminded him.

"Sorry, I'll go look for it right now, Grandma," he replied, going to look for it in his room. He had left it on the study table. After a few minutes, he returned with a long, closed wooden box.

"Now, Grandma, we can go," he said, looking at his grandmother.

"Okay, Alex. Hold on tight to my hand. We'll use apparition to go to Wolf's wand shop," Seraphina said, taking his hand, and they disappeared from the house.

Alexander felt a little dizzy. Using apparition was like getting into a tight tube and being squeezed. He had already tried it several times, but it was still uncomfortable.

Seraphina saw the door of the store and knocked on it. A man with Native features opened the door. He was an older man, and upon seeing Seraphina, he said, "Good afternoon, Madame Seraphina Picquery. She has come to change her wand. 3½ inches long, Swamp Thorn, and Rogarou hair, Violetta's work," Shikoba Wolfe said.

"Good afternoon, Shikoba. Indeed, but no, I'm not here to change my wand. I'm here to ask you to make a personalized one for the child," my grandmother said as I approached the door.

"Are you sure, Seraphina? It's the grandson of you-know-who," Wolfe said quietly.

"I'm sure, Wolfe. I'll show you classified information from the Ministry. I need your pensieve," Seraphina replied seriously.

"It's fine up front, but I'm not alone. I was drinking with Thiago, who came to show off his achievements," Wolfe said, letting them pass.

"Hey, old idiot! You already opened the door. Let's drink again. You know how hard it was to find this 80-Year-Old Fire Whiskey," shouted a man from the store.

"Thiago, we have company. President Picquery," Wolfe said.

"3½ inches long, marsh thorn, and Rogarou hair, from that old hag Violetta," the man yelled back.

"Mr. Quintana himself. I've come to order a personalized wand," said Seraphina.

An unkempt man with a thin mustache came through the door holding a glass of whiskey. He walked over to them and looked at Alexander.

"I gather the wand is for the boy, Madam President, and I think I know who he is. Young Alexander Grin." Before finishing the sentence, Seraphina silenced him and put a finger to her lips.

"Wolfe, your pensieve. Since they're both there, I'll show you the memory," said my grandmother. I was a bit surprised because she was going to say "Grin." I thought, "I might have another name."

Wolfe returned with a stone fountain with water and several floating silver lights. My grandmother took the wand and a shiny silver thread came out and plunged it into the water. Both men touched it with their wands, and after several minutes, they moved.

"That was interesting," Wolfe said, putting a finger to his lips thoughtfully.

"To say the least, nobody finds irony in destiny," Quintana laughed.

"They call me a gentleman, they would create their wand for the boy," Seraphina said, looking at them.

"Because no, it can be interesting, to see what comes out and what destiny it has," Quintana said, looking at me seriously.

"Okay, I'll go for the wooden blocks. Thiago, take their measurements and explain what the wands are," Wolf said as he went into the workshop.

"It makes me very bored. Now, child, come closer and tell me which hand you are dominant," Quintana growled, taking a meter from his pocket.

"Sir, I'm right-handed," I said, raising my hand, and he began to take measurements and mutter things. "Well, it will be taller, something with style, maybe one of my wands," he said, writing everything down in a notebook.

"Well, boy, to tell you, a wand is a quasi-sentient magical instrument through which a witch or wizard channels their magical power to centralize effects for more complex results. Each wand consists of a specific type of wood that surrounds a core of magical substance. Although the cores of the wand may come from the same creature, or the wood may come from the same tree, no two existing wands are exactly alike, and it does not imply that the wizard must use a wand to perform magic, simply that magic flows better with a focus, without putting pressure on the magician," Quintana said, showing his wand.

Wolfe came back in and put several blocks of wood all over the table. Then he said, "Okay, Kid, now I need you to close your eyes and touch each block of wood. Then we will examine which core to use. We usually use Thunderbird Tail Feathers, thorn of the White River Monster, Rogarou hair, and Wampus Cat hair," he said, as I approached the blocks.

I nodded and remembered the box. "Mr. Wolf, here I have a feather that my friend gave me. It's a Thunderbird," I said, giving him the box. Wolf opened it, and his face moved. Quintana also saw it and was amazed. They both took it and examined it.

"Incredible, a heart feather, incredibly stronger than those of the Thunderbird tail. It was given voluntarily out of love and friendship of the bird," Wolfe said, examining it.

"A long and rigid wand, extremely powerful and protective. Now, what wood will the little wizard choose?" Quintana said, naming the characteristics of the core.

Alexander began to touch each wood. Many gave him a cold sensation to the touch, others a slight tingling or heat. He had already gone through a dozen woods until he reached one that felt extremely warm and comfortable.

"Interesting wood, very interesting," Quintana told Wolf.

"Pearwood produces wands of splendid magical powers, which do their best in the hands of the warm-hearted, the generous, and the wise," Wolf said, watching this.

Seraphina looked at the wood in Alexander's hand and smiled. Then she spoke, "When could the Wolf wand be ready?" She said, looking at both of them.

"Honestly, I don't know. I've never worked with a Thunderbird heart feather. It's much more powerful than the tail feathers. Maybe it will take me a month to make such a wand," Wolf said, looking at the feather.

"Don't even think about leaving me out of this, old goat. I will also participate in making this wand. It will leave a mark on the world, and I plan to participate. You do terrible jobs in the core, and they usually have small leaks that are contained by the wood," Quintana shouted.

Wolf looked at him. "Well, you take care of the core treatments, and I'll take care of the body treatment so that it brings out the maximum power. This will be interesting, considering the boy's talents," he added.

Thus ended the visit to the wand makers. Seraphina had taken Alexander to the Woolworth building, as they had extra work to do, and today he had lessons with Cusel. Alexander had reached the floor of the mysteries of Love, but Colton Shref was nowhere to be found, so he sat in a chair that was in the middle of the room in front of his desk. The room was full of pink or pearly potions and bottles with silver threads, as Colton had told him that they were love potions. "Some are Amortentia, the strongest love potion; others are simple modified or different love potions, and the silver ones are memories about love."

After a few minutes, Colton arrived and sat down. He said, "Today I will teach you the art of closing your mind and protecting it from mental readings. The art is called Occlumency, and it is very difficult to master. There are several ways to practice it."

Alexander nodded and asked, "What ways are there, Colton?" He knew that Occlumency was a basic requirement in MACUSA positions, according to his grandmother.

"First, Alex, Occlumency is very difficult to master. It requires constant practice. The first method is the most common, emptying your mind and leaving it blank, imagining a blank room and stripping yourself of all emotion. It's a stupid method, in my opinion, both rude and difficult. The second method is to create defenses in your mind, which is easier and more effective than the first," said Colton.

"Okay, Colton. How do I learn the second method?" Alexander said, interested.