A collection – Ramblings of a Student
written by ❊ Sɴᴏᴡ ❊
This is a collection of the Essays and Short Stories that I have written for various classes. Anyone is welcome to look at my work and perhaps take inspiration from it – but no plagiarism! I may also include some of the short stories that I have written outside of homework. Please enjoy.
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Charms Essay #2
Chapter 3
Wand Length: 10 3/4"
Wand Flexibility: Surprisingly Swishy Flexibility
Wand Wood: Hawthorn
Wand Core: Unicorn Hair
How I came by my wand;
It was a few days after I obtained my first Hogwarts letter that I headed to Diagon Alley to make my purchases. Naturally, in my excitement, I wanted to do so immediately, but various logistics prevented me, and the first few days after receiving my letter were spent trying to find a caretaker for my nearly senile Grandmother.
Most young wizards have a knowledgeable family member, wise in the ways of magic, to help them purchase their supplies. So, honestly, I had no idea what I was going to do. As far as I knew, my Grandmother was a muggle. Obviously, someone in my family had to have been endowed with magic, as it is rare for a wizard to be born into an all muggle family. Thankfully my benefactor arrived not long after I reached Diagon Alley. Following the instructions in my letter, I made my way there, the place not being far from my place of residence, and by some miracle I made it there without a hitch.
My benefactor turned out to be a surly older man by the name of Ailbeart Hopkirk. Apparently he was my Uncle, (my diseased Mother's brother) and he had been recently informed by the ministry of magic that his niece was a witch. (He didn't seem exactly enthralled by the sight of me) Understandably, relations between us were quite tense, as I was wondering why he had never been there for me. No letters, not even a lousy chocolate frog for my tenth birthday! He had his reasons, which he explained to me later, but I wasn't particularly interested in hearing them then. However, he did guide me through everything, and he paid for my school supplies, for which I'm thankful.
Our last stop was Ollivanders shop. Ollivander struck me as a rather sketchy sort, but I was much too excited about the prospect of having my very own wand to dwell much on that fact. Choosing the wand, or rather, the wand choosing me, didn't take so very long. In fact, it was only after three tries that we got it right. (Ollivander was rather disappointed)
Uncle Ailbeart later told me that my mother's wand had been Hawthorn as well, though the core was Phoenix feather, and not Unicorn hair. Needless to say, I am quite fond of my wand, and I keep it very well polished (with hazelnut oil and a soft wool cloth). I'm also relieved to say that my wand isn't half as tempermental as Uncle Ailbeart's wand, which is constantly emitting reddish green sparks and startling everyone in the vicinity. No, my wand is quite gentle, and though sometimes it take a while to coax anything out of it, I don't think I ever need to worry about it randomly hexing some unwary person.
In fact, it is quite reluctant to take part in any kind of offensive magic at all. Simple charms, defensive mode, that's all fine. Hexes? Not a chance. I swear, that wand has a mind of it's own.
Wand Flexibility: Surprisingly Swishy Flexibility
Wand Wood: Hawthorn
Wand Core: Unicorn Hair
How I came by my wand;
It was a few days after I obtained my first Hogwarts letter that I headed to Diagon Alley to make my purchases. Naturally, in my excitement, I wanted to do so immediately, but various logistics prevented me, and the first few days after receiving my letter were spent trying to find a caretaker for my nearly senile Grandmother.
Most young wizards have a knowledgeable family member, wise in the ways of magic, to help them purchase their supplies. So, honestly, I had no idea what I was going to do. As far as I knew, my Grandmother was a muggle. Obviously, someone in my family had to have been endowed with magic, as it is rare for a wizard to be born into an all muggle family. Thankfully my benefactor arrived not long after I reached Diagon Alley. Following the instructions in my letter, I made my way there, the place not being far from my place of residence, and by some miracle I made it there without a hitch.
My benefactor turned out to be a surly older man by the name of Ailbeart Hopkirk. Apparently he was my Uncle, (my diseased Mother's brother) and he had been recently informed by the ministry of magic that his niece was a witch. (He didn't seem exactly enthralled by the sight of me) Understandably, relations between us were quite tense, as I was wondering why he had never been there for me. No letters, not even a lousy chocolate frog for my tenth birthday! He had his reasons, which he explained to me later, but I wasn't particularly interested in hearing them then. However, he did guide me through everything, and he paid for my school supplies, for which I'm thankful.
Our last stop was Ollivanders shop. Ollivander struck me as a rather sketchy sort, but I was much too excited about the prospect of having my very own wand to dwell much on that fact. Choosing the wand, or rather, the wand choosing me, didn't take so very long. In fact, it was only after three tries that we got it right. (Ollivander was rather disappointed)
Uncle Ailbeart later told me that my mother's wand had been Hawthorn as well, though the core was Phoenix feather, and not Unicorn hair. Needless to say, I am quite fond of my wand, and I keep it very well polished (with hazelnut oil and a soft wool cloth). I'm also relieved to say that my wand isn't half as tempermental as Uncle Ailbeart's wand, which is constantly emitting reddish green sparks and startling everyone in the vicinity. No, my wand is quite gentle, and though sometimes it take a while to coax anything out of it, I don't think I ever need to worry about it randomly hexing some unwary person.
In fact, it is quite reluctant to take part in any kind of offensive magic at all. Simple charms, defensive mode, that's all fine. Hexes? Not a chance. I swear, that wand has a mind of it's own.
