NOVEL NEXT Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Good!
It was a while later and currently I've gotten everything I needed, most of not all of it was second hand items but I hardly cared about that.
Though I was a bit disappointed that McGonagall was strict enough to not stretch my budget by a bit, let me get another book or two but such as life.
Right now I was looking up at a sign that read 'Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C.' I'll be honest I was looking forward to this the most out of everything so far.
Can you blame me? I'm about to get my fucking wand, even if I would have preferred a different world with less murderers, being able to use magic kind of makes up for that fact by a lot.
So with that, I ignored the look of surprise from McGonagall as I sped walked into the small shop.
It was more than likely because of the fact that I have yet to let slip that all this was just god damn amazing to look at.
It was mostly out of habit and lack of trust that lead me to making sure that I looked bored or mildly intrigued by everything so far.
But even with all my control I couldn't help but show some of the giddiness I was feeling as I looked around the small interior of the wand shop, while noting that an old man was making his way out from the back of the shop.
Looking over towards him, I noted that he tilted his head at the sight of me, like he didn't know what to think before a weird sort of smile spread across his face.
"Ah, interesting, I haven't had someone in this shop without some kind of hint of the kind of wand that would suit you, guarded heavily are you? Well that also gives me quite the hint. Alright, time to get started then. What would be your wand hand."
Interesting, I wonder if he is just very good at what he does or he is very good at reading people to know the type of person they are, I wonder if that's also a type of magic in this world.
Anyway, I had already opened my mouth to say right, as it was the only hand I could use, but then I stopped.
This body's left hand has yet to be broken bad enough to cause chronic pains, which means I'm back to being ambidextrous.
I'll probably be a bit, if not very rusty, as I'm self learned in using my left hand but I can still use it well enough.
"Both, I taught myself to use my left hand if that means anything." He seemed to look over at me for just short enough that I couldn't tell what his intent was before looking back at some of the shelves that were filled, ground to ceiling with different types of wands.
After a second he pulled one off and opened the case before handing it over to me.
"Maple, nine inches, unicorn hair, slight flexibility" I picked the wand out of his hand, careful to not make any unneeded contact, something the old man seemed to make note of as I picked the wand up.
Blinking, I took a small breath as a small pit of something seemed to bubble up in my chest, only for the wand to be ripped out of my hand and placed back into the box, guess that wasn't the right wand.
"Right, not at all correct. Try this one: Spruce, eleven inches, phoenix feather, highly pliable." Picking this one up, I immediately felt a small bit of burning in my palm and nearly dropped it in my haste to place it back down on the desk in front of me.
Shaking my head in annoyance at the wand while holding my hate hand, I looked back at Ollivander who seemed to speed up and dashed to the back before bringing back an older looking case.
Handing it to me, I opened it up and picked it up and noted that this one was just more nut something was off just a bit.
"Interesting, but not exactly. Walnut, thirteen inches, dragon heartstring, and unyielding flexibility." It was snatched out of my hands before I could truly appreciate it but didn't argue.
While it was the best so far, I could feel it, somehow, something was lacking.
But it seemed that Ollivander knew what to get as he didn't bother with the test wands as he instantly went for a far off case that was two boxes from the ground.
Pulling it out, I was handed a wand that instantly hummed in my hands and I just knew, this was the one.
"Ah, brilliant, an interesting combination that one. Pine, twelve and three quarters, dragon heartstring, and unyielding flexibility. With the natural properties of each of those parts, I suspect that you will be quite the wizard Mister Grey."
I, while still wrapped up in the amazement of my wand and the feelings that were coursing through me, still noted that I never introduced myself to him.
I raised an eyebrow at the man but chose not to say anything as McGonagall walked up to pay for it.
"Well, Mister Grey, all I can tell you now that all your shopping is over, is that you shouldn't use your wand or try and practice any spells you find in your course books, reading is encouraged but magic in muggle areas is against the law."
I just nodded as I was already aware of this but she didn't know that, so I think she was about to make sure I understood that I can't use my wand, which was highly upsetting.
"I understand, I can wait until September and school starts before I start any wand waving." She looked at me for a moment before nodding, and with that we began to make our way back to the orphanage, while she also began to explain about the Hogwarts Express and if I needed help to get there.
I just told her I would manage just fine on my own.
After all, I've been to London before, and while it's been a while, I'm pretty sure I know how to get to a train station.
"Good!"